#hiddles comparisons

[bisluthq]

I'm the other anon. Just wanted to clarify something. I have seen a few videos of Taylor and Travis some from the post party and others from other occasions in public. I haven't seen all of them, because if I don't like them it doesn't really make much sense to seek content about them. These are just the videos I came across. I'm actually really glad I haven't seen that boob grabbing video. I think they have awkward chemistry or not much. I have seen a lot of people saying the same, so it's not about being a contrarian against the world. I'm sure if you ask a swiftie, none will have that opinion though. It's also not that deep. I mean, my opinion doesn't really matter to them. With or without chemistry they're together. Doesn't stop me from thinking this is like 2015 Calvin and Hiddleswift on steroids situation rolled into one. If that's what she wants now though, good for her ig

I think this is a healthy attitude - if it doesn’t interest you, don’t follow it. If they spark joy, rad. If they’re a lil triggering like to that other anon maybe actively disengage and mute his name. It def isn’t that deep. It’s her life and she can live it however the actual fuck she wants to and like as she should. She seems happy rn. The rest isn’t our business.

also I mean Tayvin ended badly but they had really good times before it did and she’s barely badmouthed him since (a similar thing imo will happen with Joe although she was writing through the end of Joe and she was in a writer’s block through the end of Calvin) beyond saying he called her a freeloader (I suspect metaphorically but I do think that was a vibe she felt when she was living at his house like he was pushing her into his like little perfect wife thing and she wasn’t entirely keen on it and also he was a cheating cheater who cheated but highkey she’s not exactly clean on those types of issues) and saying he cramped her style (because imo Bejeweled, while paralleling Joe, was mostly inspired by the end of Tayvin). She’s actually been pretty nice about Calvin overall. I mean like he wasn’t great but he wasn’t a monster either and he was her first VERY serious relationship.

Travlor has already gone on longer than Hiddleswift so that’s an irrelevant comparison beyond the media frenzies for both. The vibes seem quite different. Hiddles was a distraction for her from how shit everything else was (work, friends, Calvin, public perception of her) and Travis is a cherry on top of how great everything is going (work, friends, public perception of her, a relatively amicable breakup with Joe where he isn’t like fighting people on Twitter about this etc or having meltdowns in public).

[vxctorx-archived]

[ okay but if one more person compares jj feild’s face to tom hiddleston’s I WILL call the cops ]

#[ i fucking ] #[ HATE that comparison lol ] #[ jj is WAAAAY prettier than hiddles okay ] #[ hiddles used to be my fc for vic i know what i'm talking about here lol ] #[ don't even try to sway me with your facts and logic ] #out of tea

[hiddlesfashion]

Tom Hiddleston in velvet at the GQ Awards is my aesthetic. #LevelUp

#comparison post #tom hiddleston #velvet hiddles #2013 september #2018 september #gq awards #gq men of the year awards #ralph lauren #armani

[wrathkitty]

Snippet from another "Hello, My Dear" one-shot

“Can we at least agree that it was less ostentatious in comparison to my last gift?” Q grumbled, looking insulted.

You winced, remembering the debacle that had been your birthday.

It was a beautiful necklace – a shimmering blue-grey stone, carved in the shape of an asymmetrical circle that he had strung onto a filagree chain. You were thrilled with his present. Until you woke up the next day to rumors that the Guardian of Forever had gone missing and realized you were wearing a time portal around your neck.

As always, solving the problem involved going ten rounds with Q – he kept insisting that it had simply shrunk in the wash, and he couldn’t possibly return it anyway because someone named Carl had misplaced the receipt. Desperate, you finally resorted to ‘forgetting’ your necklace on the floor directly in front of Commander Data’s quarters along with a note that read, ‘If found, please return to the City on the Edge of Forever.’

“Set a course, Mr. Data,” Captain Picard had wearily instructed upon being presented with the pint-sized sentient entity. He spent the remainder of the journey holding his head clasped in one hand, and you had quietly removed yourself from the Bridge duty roster for the rest of the week.

(Commander Riker humming I’ve Got the World On a String sure as hell hadn’t helped matters, either.)

Hello, My Dear on Ao3

Stories of the life and times of Q and his mortal more-than-just-a-friend, Ensign Reader. Because being omnipotent doesn’t mean a thing when it comes to relationships.

Tags after cut, let me know if you want to join the Q mayhem.

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[jobean12-blog]

Whipped Cream Dreams

Pairing: Bucky x reader

Word Count: 709

Summary: You make some delicious whipped cream and Bucky gets an idea. 

Author’s Note: This is for the HBC’s @the-ss-horniest-book-club clean up the archive challenge and the fun prompt below! Hope you enjoy and thank you all so much for reading! Much love always! ❤❤❤ My amazing divider is by my love @imerdwarf

Warnings: Smut, oral sex (m an f rec), cursing, light bondage and dom/sub vibes (18+ ONLY PLEASE) 

*Do not click ‘keep reading’ unless you are 18+ years of age, thank you!*

Standing at the counter you pull the mixer up and dip a spoon into the whipped cream. With a satisfied hum you lick it clean.

“Hey Buck! Can you come here for a second please?” you yell down the hall.

He runs out of the bathroom, still wet from the shower and slides up next to you.

“You could have dried off first!” you scold lightly but enjoy the view, nonetheless. “Would you taste this and tell me if it’s too sweet please? I want to make sure I didn’t go overboard with the sugar.”

He tightens the towel at his waist and grabs your hand. He dips your pointer finger into the whipped cream and swipes it through before bringing it to his lips and sucking it off.

“Mmmm, nah not too sweet. It’s perfect,” he praises, licking his lips. “In fact,” he continues, “I think I’ll have another taste.”

He takes your other hand and dips a finger in, bringing it to his mouth again and licking it clean. Your body trembles slightly and your breath hitches. Bucky smirks around the digit in his mouth and gives it a soft nibble.

“Do you think you could save some of this for later?” he asks seductively, leaning in closer.

Your fingers dance along the edge of his towel then up his chest.

“Yes. I definitely think I can put some aside,” you answer breathlessly.

~Later that night~

The whipped cream is cool in comparison to your heated skin and you let out a hiss. Bucky’s mouth instantly soothes the chill when it closes around your nipple and sucks the cream off. His tongue then follows the trail of whipped cream down your stomach, stopping just below your navel and swirling over the soft skin.

Your back arches and you pull at the silky ties around your wrists.

“Bucky,” you whine, needing more.

His mouth and tongue leave no trace of the cream as he slides back up your body and when he kisses you it tastes sweet as sugar.

“You look so fucking beautiful like this baby girl,” he says as he settles between your legs.

He coats your inner thighs with whipped cream and licks his way up each leg, his mouth leaving a trail of fire behind. The first swipe of his tongue makes you yank hard on the restraints and your legs close around his head.

“Yes Bucky! Please!” You let the words fall from your parted lips as you rock against his mouth.

You fall over the edge with a strangled cry of his name and can’t stop the way your body shivers when you see his lips and chin glistening as he crawls back up your body.

“That whipped cream is really good,” he whispers along the shell of your ear as he slides his hands up your arms. “But nothing tastes as delicious as you baby girl.”

He unties your arms from the bed frame but keeps your wrists bound together as he helps you up.

“Get on your knees for me baby girl,” he gently commands.

He takes out another silk tie and secures it around your eyes, cupping your chin and leaning down to kiss you softly.

The next thing that touches your lips is the sugary, whipped cream that coats Bucky’s cock. You open up for him and swirl your tongue around the tip, licking it clean before taking more of him into your mouth. He’s silky smooth and delicious.

“Fuck, baby girl, your mouth feels incredible,” he croons, grabbing the back of your head with his metal hand.

You moan around him and pull at your ties, wanting so badly to touch him. He tightens his grip and starts to rock his hips.

“Soon baby. I promise,” he says before quickening his pace.

Not long after the sweet taste of him fills your mouth, and you lick every drop clean. He lifts you to your feet and removes the tie from your eyes and then your wrists. You immediately bring your hands up to caress his skin and nudge him toward the bed.

“I can’t wait to get my mouth on you.” Your words are a whispered promise as you take the whipped cream and straddle his waist.

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[mermaidsirennikita]

I really think Rege Jean Page is a actually gonna be Bond. I know it’s par for course for every popular Brit actor to get Bond rumors, but I feel like he hasn’t announced any roles that live up the all the hype surrounding him? The Dungeons and Dragons movie and The Saint remake definitely can’t be the best offers he’s gotten post Bridgerton. So there must be something very big waiting in the wings, right? I feel like Rege could truly be a *movie star* (as much as such a thing exists today), so I’m interested to see what’s next.

I'd love that for him. Bond is so hard to predict. I feel like Daniel Craig, for example, was not super on the radar before Bond; but Pierce Brosnan before him had been in Remington Steele and Mrs. Doubtfire and was kind of someone people were aware of without being a huge star, sort of like RJP is now. Obviously, Craig was someone people knew of before Bond, but I don't think he was as noticed as Pierce was. I think a lot of Bond contenders people discussed in recent history, like Hiddles, were almost too high profile? The thing with Bond is that you kind of need to establish that you're able to slip into the role. You can't be TOO identified with another character. So the duke could work against RJP, to be sure, but it was one season and there would likely be some time in between Bonds.

RJP is the right age, and I think he'd be a good contrast to the Craig era. Craig's Bond was kind of a step out of the norm for most likely his best movies (Casino Royale and Skyfall) in that he was gritty and angry and wounded. RJP could be a return to the suave and kinda wacky Bond--less comparison would be made to Craig because they just aren't similar at all.

But at the same time, honestly, he's a black actor in Hollywood so it's totally possible that he hasn't been offered things worthy of him. I think he has and old school movie star quality, but will the execs in charge see it?

#i yam a minor bond nerd #so i would love it if he was

[that-damn-girl]

My readers and writers/artists dearest, I need your Point Of View

To all those reading this, I am assuming that you all are following me, so THANK YOU for that. It maybe for the stuff I write or for those I reblog, but I am grateful to you regardless.

To Readers:

I can't help but notice the number of likes on my post and the number of comments have got no comparison at all. While I am thankful to see those notes, no matter however small, on something I've worked hard behind, I would also like to know your thoughts.

For example, let me show you the number of people who have commented on my posts out of those who have liked:

5 comments (by 8% of those who liked)

6 comments (6%)

8 comments (6.5%)

7 comments (11 %)

The thing is, I understand that you are not obliged to like or reblog everything you stumble upon. I understand that that you've got your own "Likes" part where it is entirely up you to keep whatever YOU want in that section. I understand that you've got a blog where YOU have the control to show your followers what kind of stuff you're into, which my content may not be. It may also be that you just didn't like my content enough to share it with others, which is FINE. You are an individual with YOUR Own Preferences.

Those who do like and reblog, THANK YOU!!!

However, as a writer who provides content for free, I'd like to think that I have some sort of right to want to get feedback about my work. It may be positive or constructive negative (constructive criticism).

I know for a fact that I am not perfect. Not everyone will like my work. Even if they do, there might be a lil something that may not sit well with them. PLEASE tell me about it. I am not here to serve anyone, but I do want people to read my work and get as big an audience as I can. So tell me if there is something which you don't like so that I can change that habit of mine in the future as much as possible to give the content both YOU and I can enjoy. For FREE.

If you do like my work, thank you again. Please TELL me that you do so that I can give you more like it; so that both YOU and I can enjoy. For FREE. It's nice to know my work is liked/loved/appreciated by others.

Commenting neither takes up your "Likes" section nor "Posts". But it can make a writer's/artist's day and helps them a lot. It is very much appreciated by them.

As a reader myself, I can say with 100% surety that I do reach out to the content creators to give them feedback of their work.

If you are a silent reader, and for readers in general, what you can comment to help the writers/artists:

Emojis! I would totally accept your feedback in the form of a simple thumbs up/down. If you do feel more expressive, use the faces with different reactions on your keypad. Even just 1 would do!

If you like a particular line/para in what I wrote, ONLY COPY THAT TO PASTE IT IN THE COMMENT AND NOWHERE ELSE, followed by a thumbs up or anything you like. That is the only form of plagiarism I would accept.

Maybe point out a little detail you like/dislike, no matter how obvious it is.

Express however you want to, really.

Just one word/short phrases would do too. It can be "Good", "Liked it", "The previous one was better", "Need more like this", etc.

ANYTHING IS BETTER THAN NOTHING.

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[bisluthq]

Exactly... 20 year old Taylor had no comparison, she didn't know if this was normal or healthy... And that's very fucked up from 30 year old Jake's point of view (just like 32 year old John)... At some point you have to acknowledge what you did wasn't right and maybe that's why his reaction to Red the album had to do with it (acording to Taylor, he called her the week of the album release and told her the album was very good, plus he has never said anything bad about her), but it's understandable why Taylor spend that entire year of 2011 kinda of depressed about relationships (see the phrases in her arm on the speak now tour)

I mean tbh I don’t think he has anything bad to say. Like he liked her, just not in the way she liked him or needed him to like her. And ya I think it was a bit fucked up on his part. Not like fundamentally wrong or anything she was an adult (like not even that 18/19 borderline she was really not jailbaity) and he was very much not the first guy she’d ever dated. But like I say I think he had ~moves~ which she just wasn’t equipped to deal with at that point in her life. It’s funny because she then went and pulled those types of moves on Hiddles lmao and even Joe so like... she learned from the best but I do think it sucked at the time.

#nat talks gyllenswift #Anonymous

[hopelessromanticspoonie]

My Love Awaits

Summary: A bittersweet tale of what Loki might find once he finally walks through death’s door.

Rating: PG-13 for death and brief mentions of blood.

Taglist (open): @yespolkadotkitty @just-the-hiddles @nonsensicalobsessions @vodka-and-some-sass @he-is-chaotic-she-is-psychotic

A/N: I believe I got this idea from a prompt I saw on here, but I can’t for the life of me find it. If this concept sounds like something you’d put into prompt form, please let me know so I can credit you properly!

Here is the song that I listened to while writing this fic: Sleep by Eric Whitacre

He knew the day would come.

The day when his cunning would fail him, when his speed and strength wouldn’t be enough, and he would fall to the blade of his opponent.

For all of his bravado, his ferocity and strength, he was tired.

He had been fighting for so long, working to protect his long lost love’s precious Midgard, warring alongside several iterations of your beloved Avengers in your honor and nothing else. You had pleaded with him, as you took your own dying breaths upon the battlefield, that he would protect your friends, your family, your people.

And the stubborn fool that he was had granted that dying wish.

The other? That he attempt to move on with his life, seek happiness with another, remain open to love? That was a vow that he could not uphold.

He hadn’t closed himself off to the idea, but no real effort had been put forth to see it through. How could any other woman, mortal or otherwise, hold his attention when the contours of your likeness had etched itself onto his mind’s eye? What was he to find in another when he knew the depths of your love? What could compare to the sound of his name on your lips, the softness of your skin beneath his calloused fingertips, the warmth and light in your eyes when you looked at him like he was the most wonderful being in the nine realms?

Every other had seemed dull in comparison, so he simply lived to fulfill his duty to you.

And, as he lay gasping for air as the warmth of his blood coated his rapidly chilling skin, he could only hope that he would not see you in the Hel that he was surely destined for as his emerald eyes lost their luster and stared unseeing up into the overcast heavens.

It was as simple as falling asleep, sinking into the darkness that beckoned him, and when he regained awareness of his surroundings, he saw not the forests that would lead him to his justified end, but a building of grand proportions. The roof was thatched with golden shields that glimmered in the yellow sunlight, shining brilliantly. Fields of grass waving in the breeze stretched into the horizon, the faint rustling of their movements a soothing symphony to accompany raucous laughter from within the expansive structure before him.

His awestruck eyes took in the familiar face he hadn’t seen in many years, taken by battle as she would have wanted. Dressed in her gray well-fitted armor befitting her station, the Valkyrie closest to his blundering, but well-meaning brother regarded him with an unreadable expression: Brunhilde.

She appeared in her prime, dark skin glowing and body fit for battle. While she had grated on his nerves, treating him and his brother with far less respect than was warranted, he had to admire her fighting prowess and fierce determination. Brunhilde was not one to be trifled with, and that knowledge was bestowed upon anyone dull enough to spar with her.

She approached him from where she had been leaning against a broad golden tree that stretched farther than should be possible, a swagger in her step that spoke of her rejuvenated body. He glanced down at his own form, slender and strong beneath his simple black tunic and pants. The vitality of his youth thrummed in his blood, as strong as the magic that he felt deep in his core.

“She was right,” the Valkyrie called, bluntly pulling him from his self-inspection.

He lifted his head to her, cocking a brow. “She?”

Brunhilde stopped just feet away from him, settling her weight on one hip and crossing her arms over her stomach. “She swore to us all that you would return to her here, but there were some who doubted her. It seems many owe her a debt.”

His heart leapt into his throat at the implications of her words, but he tamped down that hope just as quickly as it resurfaced. She couldn’t be talking about you, surely not. You were mortal. Were mortals allowed here? If they were, you would be found among those walls.

If anyone was worthy of such an honor, it was his beloved.

He moved passed the troublesome Valkyrie without further comment, intent upon sorting out her riddle in the most straightforward method possible. After a moment’s hesitation just outside of the wooden doors, he shoved them aside, striding into the room with a keen eye already searching the faces of those within.

Jubilant faces stretched as far as the eye could see, grinning from ear to ear and roaring with laughter. The smell of mead, thick and sweet, hung low in the air, filling the tankards across the many tables of fallen soldiers before him. Among the din, faint song could be heard, the youthful voice clear and bright as it told tales of the battles that had brought so many souls to fill the benches and bring life to the hall of the fallen warriors.

And there, standing in the midst of it all, you were, your own watery smile gracing your angelic face.

His long limbs ate up the distance between you in no time at all, and he took you into his arms, holding you so tightly to his chest that you weren’t sure where you ended and he began.

“Welcome to Valhalla, Loki,” you said quietly, words muffled by his neck where your head had found its natural resting place. Your voice was a bird’s song, the sweetest music to his weary ears.

His eyes closed to fully immerse himself in the moment, memorizing the feel of your soft curves against the hard planes of his body. You felt just as you had the last time he had held you, pulled from his iron grip too soon. You smelled not of copper and sweat, but of the natural scent of your skin, fresh and clean and so very you that he could breathe it in for the rest of his days and never have his fill. His whole being sighed in sweet relief that he hadn’t known for as long as he could remember.

“It is you,” he whispered, pulling back enough to cradle your face in his deft-fingered hands, stroking your cheeks reverently as he drank you in like a man dying of thirst.

And he had been. Thousands of years he had waited for this moment, hoping against his better judgment that he would have the honor and pleasure of staring upon your exquisite face again. His heart, once broken and cold, pounded in his chest, swelling against his ribs and threatening to burst with happiness and relief he could barely contain.

You were here. You were whole and lovely and a balm for the wounds that had cut deep into his soul ages ago.

He curled his body around yours, claiming your mouth for his in a thorough kiss into which he poured all of his love and passion for you, uncaring who saw the very public display of his affections. He would shout it from the gilded rooftops, willingly swear fealty to your glory, if it meant that the world knew you belonged to one another.

You were both breathless by the time he pulled away, ending the kiss only so his eyes could open and take you in as he rested his forehead against yours. He had been granted the most wondrous gift, to be reunited with you, and nothing could surpass this moment.

It didn’t matter that tears of the purest joy glistened in his eyes, or that he was smiling like the most lovestruck fool. He had never known bliss and safety as all-encompassing. It settled over his soul like a comforting blanket, granting him peace unlike any he had ever known.

Your hands curled into the fabric of his tunic, holding him to you as you beamed up at him, radiant and glowing like the sunlight that streamed in through the large windows set high into the walls.

“It’s me, sweetheart. And now you can rest, knowing that you have earned your place in this hallowed hall.”

He anchored his lips to your forehead, bringing you back into the safety of his arms as he looked over your head at the kind figure of his late mother, Frigga, illuminated against the flames of a roaring fire that danced at the end of the hall. She dipped her chin to him in a slow nod of salutation, and even from such a distance, he could easily read the pride that reflected in her winsome features.

“Rest does sound most welcome.”

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[aikainkauna]

originallonemagpie

answered your question

“You havv biin in lovv vith me...”

I dunno about spiritual homecoming, but you know I've found the thing - since you introduced me to him - where he's been the original version of just about everything, and every other actor I like turns out to be a fan of his and doing homages...

Yeah, I doubt it could ever be the same thing for you in that kind of sense (since the whole sex/gender/sexual orientation thing is different), but even the fannish sense is fucking insane. That you find him EVERYWHERE. And yet it’s horrible how obscure he is, especially when it comes to his talkie roles, even if he is at his best in those (IMNSHO). Not that he isn’t amazing in the silents, but... it’s so incredibly frustrating that it’s always the Joker this and Casablanca that and Caligari on top, and even when you hear about ToB being so super-influential, there’s actually very little talk, very little discussion about the awesomeness of Jaffar in general. When you’d think he’d be one of those villains that’d spark a huge load of analytical discussion, and even now, I’d expect him to have more fangirls in the sort of sense a lot of classic villains do.

And yeah, then there’s the fanboy thing, when the much more famous horror icons like Price or Lee worshipped him but the man himself is less well known, even though it’s a grievous omission considering the impact he had on film history. AND in the Tumblr era, you’d *think* he would’ve absolutely exploded onto the surface of the fannish consciousness because you do get some of these old timey stars that get “resurrected” as icons for what they were IRL (like Hedy Lamarr’s become a geek girl/feminist icon now for the proto-Bluetooth thing). He’s got so much going for him in a) RL awesomehumanbeingness stakes b) fascinating villain characters that get the fangirls going stakes c) sheer attractiveness stakes and d) actual RL queerness stakes that it’s actually pretty weird that he doesn’t have a bigger fandom. Because looking at some other old movie star fandoms, there is potential for even smaller stars to develop a cult following like that, even for just one of those above things, you know? (I can think of a couple of actors who did maybe one or two famous movies but who were queer and they’ve become cult stars solely thanks to that.) AND the talkies that’d be enough to fan the flames are all ones that are actually fairly easily available now, even outside @veidtveidtveidt​.

Meaning utterly ovary-destroying shit like this.

IDK. I would just imagine that with something as *fantastically* interesting as Jaffar and Torsten (character-wise), there’d be more fan meta and shit. They’re complex to begin with, but then add to that the queer/kinky touch as well, *and* the minute, insane details in AWF, *and* then with ToB a world that’s really fascinating and can suck you in... IDK. There’s just so much potential there that you’d think more people would be diving into it. In the post-FSOG era, and with BDSM becoming mainstream, you’d expect Torsten to have become a cult dom figure overnight. But no, it’s fucking moronic femdom blogs reblogging Torsten’s noncon, dominating hand kiss as subby. *headdesk*

Plus, he’s just so fascinating to watch (and I mean this irrespectively of fancying him or whatever). You can’t take your eyes off him, whatever the performance. I’ve seen some captivating acting in my time, but even by old film standards, his charisma and glamour and command are just... I’ve never seen anything like it.

...how?!?

Ah, well. We just have to keep on giffing, talking and filesharing and porning harder, I suppose.

#originallonemagpie #conrad veidt #idk i'm totally sleep-deprived and don't know what i'm fucking going on about anymore #but you'd THINK jaffar would be right up there with dracula and the phantom and that lot? #all those really hot villains fangirls go crazy over and wrtite tons of fanfic about? #although a part of it has to be political awkwardness today i guess #not everyone is crazy enough to write fic even if the character is a nazi #or conversely they're too hysterically afraid of coming across as accidentally racist if writing about muslims #and i'm crazy enough to attempt to do justice to both #but even then i don't think that those are valid excuses when there fangirling gets real crazy #i've seen fanficcers research the weirdest shit for YEARS with massive academic level obsessiveness #just to write better fics about their characters #like people fucking learning welsh and finnish to grok tolkien better and to write new elvish words #and there's so much utterly fucked-up darkfic out there that you wouldn't think nazis were a problem #if some of the most-read fics on ao3 involve some seriously squicky rapey furry shit #seemingly written by some creepy old guys to bait teenaged chicks as well jfc i need brain bleach #torsten's kinks are frankly tame and elegant in comparison (no matter what the tags might make you think) #basically what i'm trying to say is that if the passion's there? anything is possible for a fan #but ah well he just suffers from not being on the tv/in cinemas right now... otherwise he'd be bigger than hiddles #going by 20+ years of experience in slash fangirl fandom... the bi would trump everything tbh #P.S. DO YOU THINK WE COULD LURE THE SLASH-FRIENDLY BAZ FANS IN WITH THE HOT GAY SEX? #or are you already here?... um... hi *nervous laughter*

[enchantedbyhiddles]

hiddles birthday week day #6

Prompt: How did YOU become a Hiddlestoner?

This is a long story, but also typical for the Hiddleston-charme. And for the destructive power of Tumblr. ;) There wasn’t one moment, where I thought “Wow.” It was a long journey that went from “Oh, this guy is kind of charming.” to “Yes, I will watch some interviews and movies with him.” to “I can’t remember the last time I was that infatuated with someone else.”

I first learned about Tom Hiddleston by accident. I found tumblr by looking for pictures about Doctor Who with David Tennant around late 2009/early 2010. Some people around here posted about the actor that was cast as Loki in the new Marvel-movie about Thor. It were pictures like this:

And people talked about how much he looks like JJ Feild and back then I also saw that, even though I thought that JJ was far sexier. My original folder of pics from that time is still called “Hiddleston - Feild”, because there were quite a few comparisons. I couldn’t see though how that baby-faced, golden-curled cherub could play the God of Mischief. 

So in the next year I didn’t pay that much attention to him. I was a Doctor Who-fan and a looked for David Tennant stuff around here. But more and more pictures of Tom would creep into the blogs and into the ones I saved. Then the first trailer and promo-videos came out and wow. He looked so different.

I wanted to watch the movie before, because Thor was always my favourite Marvel hero (back from the old TV-show). But this looked really good. And now I wanted to watch Loki on the big screen as well.

Still, just one of the few actors I liked to look at. so then the interviews came out. With every one of them it became worse.

This. Charming. Bastard. Soon he was the main focus of my internet addiction and I had no idea how that had happened.

Still, though. I didn’t gave in 100% just yet. I didn’t want to become a fangirl spending too much time on here or everywhere. So I spent my evenings searching blogs around here, saw the fandom blow up in all kind of ways, was excited and scared. Looked up his work and his interviews. Didn’t have my own blog though... but then when Avengers came out and The Hollow Crown was about to be shown shortly afterwards in 2012. That was when I made my blog and I have been around here ever since. :)

#tom hiddleston #th20: hiddlestoner #hiddlesbirthdayweek2020

[jobean12-blog]

Fair Play

Pairing: Frank (Endings, Beginnings) x reader x Charles Blackwood

Word Count: 661

Summary: You meet both Frank and Charles one night while you’re out at the bar. Which one will you take home?

Author’s Note: This is for the continuation of the HBC’s @the-ss-horniest-book-club​ drunk drabbles and this lovely prompt sent in below! I hope I did these two justice because my goodness. HOT! Thank you all for reading! Much love❤❤❤Thank you to @sebastianstaan​ for the gorgeous Frank gif! :) and @vivienvalentino​ for the beautiful Charles gif! :)

Warnings: flirting, cursing, these two hotties, implied smut ;)

Even under the dim lights of the bar you can see Frank’s eyes darken as he watches you lick the salt off your hand. With your gaze locked on his you down the tequila, the burn of the alcohol weak in comparison to how hot he is. Before you can grab the lime, he has it wedged between lips, eyebrows raised in an invite.

Without a second thought you lean in, sucking on the lime for a moment before he drops it and crashes his lips to yours. His hand cradles the back of your head, gently tugging on your hair as you taste the tequila on his tongue. He sucks your bottom lip between his teeth, pulling away to rest his forehead against yours, “I would say I’m sorry, but I’m not.”

“Neither am I,” you whisper against his lips, opening your mouth as his tongue slips past. Reaching your hand up to caress his jaw, you trace your fingers over his beard, moaning into his mouth. It isn’t until you feel the heavy stare of someone else that you break apart, lips swollen and pupils wide.

Looking over Frank’s shoulder you see a pair of striking blue eyes staring back at you. Lifting his glass, the man gives you a smirk, his eyes never leaving yours as he downs the drink. “What caught your eye, baby,” Frank asks, turning to look.

The man throws down some bills and saunters toward you and Frank with a determined look on his face. “If I had known this bar had such good live entertainment, I would have come ages ago,” he hums, gazing down at you the whole time he talks. “Hey buddy, can’t you tell we’re on a date here,” Frank interjects, clearly annoyed.

The man grabs your hand, bringing your knuckles to his lips, “I’m Charles.” You can’t help the blush that coats your cheeks as a breathy “hi” leaves your lips, unable to control the way your body reacts to him. His smile is slow and devious as he asks, “are you sure you two or on a date? Or have you just met? Maybe you’re trying to get rid of me.”

Frank scoffs, “that sounds about right.” Charles finally looks over at Frank, “see I knew this wasn’t a date.” Frank opens his mouth to speak but quickly shuts it, his jaw clenched tight as he looks over to you. “I’m y/n, this is Frank and yes we just a met a couple of hours ago.”

“Then you won’t mind if I join you for a drink,” Charles says, getting the bartenders attention. “I mind,” Frank grits out. “Maybe you should ask y/n first, Frank. She can speak for herself,” Charles drawls with a grin. Covering Franks lips with your finger, you say quietly, “you said you wanted to have fun tonight.”

Frank glares at you for a moment before sighing and turning to Charles, “what’s your poison?” Charles smiles triumphantly, “first round is on me. Let’s see how many we can go tonight.” Your breath hitches as you take in his double meaning, watching as Frank’s eyes widen slightly before he licks his lips. “I have plenty of alcohol at my place if you’d rather take it somewhere quieter.”

“I thought you’d never ask,” Charles says, dropping cash onto the bar before he turns and starts toward the exit. You stand, positioning yourself between Frank’s thighs. “Listen, let’s see how it goes, this could be really fun,” you whisper into his ear as you discreetly run your hand over the bulge in his jeans.

He grabs your wrist, stilling your hand, “as long as I get to fuck you tonight, I’m happy.” Charles’ voice is so close to your ear it startles you, not realizing he had come back, “that’s the plan, Frank. After I fuck her, of course.” He smiles, crooking his finger as both you and Frank stand and follow him out of the bar.

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