#Tom Hiddleston In Conversation

[mobius-m-mobius]

Trying to fix what’s broken is hard. Hope is hard.

[uhlikzsuzsanna]

Tom Hiddleston Q&A for 'Loki' | SAG-AFTRA Foundation Conversation (2023. nov. 21.)

Tom Hiddleston ('Thor', 'The Night Manager') shares stories from 'Loki.' Moderated by Erik Davis. This interview is part of the SAG-AFTRA Foundation Conversions series, an essential resource for actors, filmmakers, and students of discussions with performers, exploring the process and profession of acting.

[lokis-karma]

I’m considering sharing my ChatGPT (I know not a favorite) conversations I have on this mischievous god we all love so dearly. I’ve laughed way too much to not share the accuracy I’ve quite literally choked on.

[teasholdingmetogether]

I just know if Mobius and Thor meet before Mobius gets back to Loki and Mobius was telling Thor all of the good things his brother had done, Thor would be able to tell that Mobius loves him IMMEDIATELY. 💚🩵

[hellofeanor]

@elrohare: If Tom Hiddleston were cast in the Silmarillion, who would he be?

Me: I don't know. Maybe one of Galadriel's brothers. Not one of the good ones, though.

[cleabellanov]

Listening to the soundtrack for Loki season 2 isn't just listening to me, it's A FEELING. It's like a reinvention of my being, looking at my own life's movie and this and that and OMG.

I don't know where Natalie Holt (and all the talented people she worked with) got this from. But I'm grateful.

I think we can agree that in these days, modern music, with lyrics, is more popular. People listen to classical, yes, but not as much. Well, movie scores are the new take of modern music put into classical. Reinvented but on the same principles (if you ask me, but the thing is it's amazing anyway)

Go listen to "Ascension" and "Requiem for all time" and "History Is Now" (and the whole playlist why not). Rest my case.

Thanks for reading, have a good time today 👋🏻

[yvng97]

@staff can we get an option to delete individual messages in dms instead of deleting the whole conversation ?

[uhlikzsuzsanna]

SAG-AFTRA Foundation Conversations - "Loki" With Tom Hiddleston (2/1)

NEW YORK, NEW YORK - NOVEMBER 12: Tom Hiddleston and Erik Davis attend SAG-AFTRA Foundation Conversations - "Loki" With Tom Hiddleston at SAG-AFTRA Foundation Robin Williams Center on November 12, 2023 in New York City. (Photo by John Nacion/Getty Images)

[lokimobius]

Jimmy Kimmel: The cast of Thunderbolts* was here, and they were too scared to say they were going to be in the movie, even though Marvel had already publicly confirmed that they were in the movie. Do you still have to have these conversations with them, or do they just kind of trust that you're going to keep quiet?

TOM HIDDLESTON on JIMMY KIMMEL LIVE

[xlibra-rising]

Your Mother And Your Moon Sign

Your mother can be seen in your chart in a number of ways, the 4th house, the Moon, Venus and many other ways shaping you. Today i will be specifically talking about our Moon sign.

Aries Moon

Aries Moons often have a fiery and dynamic relationship with their mothers. Their maternal figure was typically enterprising and encouraged them to cultivate self-confidence and independence. Many Aries Moons learned to fend for themselves at a young age, as their mother instilled in them the belief that self-sufficiency was key to living boldly. For many, this resulted in a strong bond with their mother, almost like a partnership, where she acted as a motivator and teammate, fostering resilience and self-assurance. However, for those with a more strained relationship, their mother may have been overly pushy or aggressive, sometimes to the point of being overbearing or even abusive. In such cases, rather than instilling confidence, their mother’s approach may have damaged their ego, leading them to adopt an attitude of, “I can do everything without her.”

ex. Selena Gomez, Rihanna, Tom Hiddleston, Chris Rock

Taurus Moon

Taurus Moons typically have a stable and nurturing relationship with their mother. She prioritized their comfort, ensuring they were well-fed and had a pleasurable childhood. Many Taurus Moons were pampered, often by a mother who embodied the ultimate stay-at-home caregiver—one who took pride in creating a warm, secure environment. She likely made the best home-cooked meals and provided a sense of maturity and reliability in their upbringing. However, for those who experienced a more difficult relationship, their mother may have been stubborn, lazy, or overly self-indulgent. In these cases, she might have struggled with motivation, making even basic tasks seem burdensome. Some Taurus Moons may have felt neglected, as their mother prioritized her own wants and comforts over their needs, potentially displaying greed or a lack of generosity, particularly when it came to financial support.

ex. Christina Aguilera, Demi Lovato, Robert Downey Jr., Elton John

Gemini Moon

Gemini Moons have a dynamic and intellectually stimulating relationship with their mother. She was often highly intelligent, possibly working in a field that required strong communication and analytical skills. Curiosity was nurtured in their upbringing, with their mother readily providing knowledge and engaging in lively discussions. Their childhood was likely filled with questions, conversations, and a sense of excitement about learning. She was adaptable, multitasking with ease, and may have had many hobbies and interests, exposing the Moon child to a variety of experiences. However, for those with a strained relationship, their mother may have been inconsistent, moody, or emotionally detached. There could have been a sense of never truly knowing her, as she might have been unpredictable or distant. In some cases, she may have been perceived as erratic, neglecting her child’s emotional needs in favor of her own pursuits. Additionally, her intelligence could have taken a sharp edge, manifesting in quick-tempered scoldings, sarcasm, or verbal outbursts that left the Moon child feeling unheard or dismissed.

ex. Khloe Kardashian, Jennifer Lawerence, Barack Obama, Chris Evans

Cancer Moon

Cancer Moons share a profound bond with their mother, whether they cherish it or struggle with it. When the relationship is positive, their mother is the epitome of care and nurturing—embodying the ultimate maternal figure, as Cancer is ruled by the Moon. Much like Taurus Moons, she likely expressed love through home-cooked meals, emotional support, and an unwavering dedication to ensuring her child felt safe and cherished. The Moon child often views their mother as their anchor, someone they deeply rely on for comfort and security. However, if the relationship is strained, the mother may have been highly emotional, moody, or even prone to self-pity, sometimes requiring the Cancer Moon child to take on the role of the caretaker. In these cases, she may have been overly attached, treating her child as if they could never truly grow up. This deep smothering could make it difficult for the Cancer Moon to establish independence, as their mother might have been overprotective, manipulative, or resistant to letting them develop autonomy. Despite any conflicts, the emotional entanglement with her remains strong, for better or worse.

ex. Taylor Swift, Dua Lipa, Michael B. Jordan, Kurt Cobain , (me lol)

Leo Moon

Leo Moons have a fiery and passionate relationship with their mother, who is often perceived as the central figure or “boss” within the family dynamic. She is deeply affectionate, ensuring her children feel loved, valued, and protected. A natural nurturer with a strong presence, she instinctively knows what her children need and takes pride in providing for them. The Leo Moon child likely felt seen and heard by her, often turning to her for guidance and support. She may have had a vibrant, youthful energy, making her fun to be around regardless of age. However, when the relationship is strained, the mother can come across as domineering or even narcissistic, using her authority in a way that feels controlling rather than supportive. She may dictate what her children can and cannot do, enforcing rigid expectations that stifle their independence. At her worst, she exudes an almost theatrical level of entitlement, quick to throw tantrums, demand attention, or become fixated on maintaining her own image. This can create a dynamic where the child feels overshadowed or pressured to live up to her grand expectations.

ex. Lana Del Rey, Megan Fox, David Bowie, Paul McCartney

Virgo Moon

Virgo Moons often have a mother who is highly intelligent, perceptive, and wise. She was not easily deceived and had a keen eye for detail, always aware of what was going on. Despite her sharp mind, she was thoughtful and nurturing, offering practical solutions to challenges and guiding her children with well-reasoned advice. When they made mistakes, she used them as learning opportunities, and when they failed, she provided constructive feedback. She took great pride in her children, often boasting about their accomplishments in a way that reflected her high standards and deep care. However, on the more challenging side, the Virgo Moon’s mother could be overly critical, harsh, or even emotionally distant. In extreme cases, she might have resembled the archetype of the “evil stepmother,” constantly doubting her child’s abilities and making them feel inadequate. Her perfectionist tendencies could manifest as relentless nitpicking, leading the Moon child to struggle with self-doubt and a lingering sense of never being “good enough” in her eyes. This projection may have left them feeling like they were merely an extension of her expectations rather than an individual in their own right.

ex. Bella Hadid, J. K. Rowling, Chris Hemsworth, Zayn

Libra Moon

Libra Moons with a positive relationship with their mother often experience her as a charming, sociable, and aesthetically refined presence. She was well-liked by many, had a strong sense of style, and carried herself with grace. In many ways, she felt more like a best friend than a strict parental figure, creating a warm and harmonious environment. She prioritized social connections, ensuring her child had plenty of friends and enjoyable experiences growing up. Often seen as the “cool mom” by peers, she was easygoing and eager to please—sometimes to the point of being a bit of a pushover. However, when the relationship is strained, the Libra Moon’s mother may come across as distant, unreliable, or emotionally unavailable. She might have treated her child more like an accessory, focusing on outward appearances rather than emotional depth. Her need for social harmony could have led her to avoid deeper conversations, leaving the Moon child feeling unheard or emotionally disconnected. At her worst, she could be sharp-tongued and cutting, masking her true emotions behind passive-aggressive remarks or periods of cold detachment.

ex. Ariana Grande, Kristen Stewart, Justin Bieber, Jay-Z

Scorpio Moon

The relationship a Scorpio Moon has with their mother is deeply transformative and intensely emotional. When it is positive, it is profoundly powerful, fostering an unbreakable bond. Scorpio Moons are deeply invested in their mother, often feeling an almost overwhelming love for her—one that is all-consuming yet comforting. She is fiercely protective, the kind of mother who would go to great lengths, even risking everything, for her child’s well-being. The connection between them is almost psychic; they can intuit each other’s thoughts and emotions with uncanny accuracy. She is a strong, resilient woman who has endured many challenges, and her strength becomes a source of inspiration for the Moon child. However, when the relationship is toxic, it can leave deep emotional scars. A Scorpio Moon’s mother, when unhealed or unaware, can be manipulative, controlling, or even emotionally abusive, sometimes without realizing the extent of the harm she causes. This can lead to a complicated dynamic where love and pain intertwine, making it difficult for the Moon child to fully understand or process their feelings toward her. Betrayal—real or perceived—often plays a significant role in this dynamic, leaving Scorpio Moons struggling with resentment, unable to fully forgive, even if their mother remains unaware of the impact she has had on them.

ex. Beyoncé, Katy Perry, The Weeknd, Will Smith

Sagittarius Moon

Sagittarius Moons often view their mother with admiration, seeing her as a source of wisdom and adventure. She may have had multiple careers, traveled frequently, or introduced her child to diverse experiences. The Moon child likely felt fortunate to have her, appreciating her vibrant spirit and boundless energy. She was always on the move, embracing exploration and lifelong learning, often sharing her experiences through captivating stories. Open-minded and free-spirited, she encouraged curiosity and growth within the family, making life feel like an adventure. However, not all Sagittarius Moons have a harmonious relationship with their mother. In strained dynamics, she may have been emotionally or physically absent, always preoccupied with her own pursuits and prioritizing personal freedom over nurturing. The Moon child might have felt overlooked, yearning for a deeper connection and a sense of emotional security. In some cases, she may have been unpredictable, with a quick temper and erratic tendencies. She could also place heavy expectations on her child, assuming they would handle responsibilities on their own without much guidance or support. This inconsistency often leaves Sagittarius Moons feeling disconnected, as if they are always chasing a relationship that was never fully there.

ex. Jennifer Aniston, Chappell Roan, Donald Trump, Albert Einstein

Capricorn Moon

A Capricorn Moon’s mother instilled a deep sense of independence and security in her child. She was often strict, but her discipline came from a place of care and responsibility. Rather than openly expressing emotions, she showed her love through structure, guidance, and provision. Her children followed the rules she set because they understood they were meant to help them succeed. Many Capricorn Moons admire and respect their mother, appreciating the support she provided and the strong, capable figure she represented. She was often financially responsible and well-respected in her own right, serving as a model of discipline and perseverance. However, when the connection is broken, the Capricorn Moon’s mother can be the epitome of coldness. Her strictness may have felt suffocating, and rather than nurturing her child emotionally, she prioritized teaching self-respect and resilience—sometimes to an extreme. Emotional communication was not her strong suit, and she may have viewed vulnerability as a weakness. She was the type of mother who would tell a crying child to toughen up rather than offer comfort. This emotional distance forced the Moon child to grow up quickly, often becoming stronger and more self-sufficient than their mother ever was.

ex. Kourtney Kardashian, Kate Hudson, Frank Ocean, Dwayne Johnson

Aquarius Moon

With a strong connection, a mother with an Aquarius Moon is fascinating and delightfully unconventional. She is highly intelligent and knows how to pass that wisdom on to her children. She encourages independence and instills a drive for success. Her parenting style is innovative—offering creative solutions to problems and ensuring her children have an exciting, enriching upbringing rather than a dull or monotonous one. She tends to see her children as more exceptional than they truly are, but this idealization often comes from a place of love and admiration. On the other hand, the more challenging side of this mother is her emotional distance. You may have felt an emptiness in your connection with her, as if you were never truly enough in her eyes. At times, it might have seemed like she viewed you as someone else’s child rather than her own, leading to moments where you questioned whether you were adopted. Nurturing doesn’t come naturally to her, so you likely had to learn how to care for yourself emotionally from a young age.

ex. Billie Eilish, Britney Spears, John Lennon, Billy Ray Cyrus

Pisces Moon

A person with a Pisces Moon mother often shares a dreamy and deeply emotional connection with her child. Both are highly sensitive to their bond, and she tends to have a special, almost ethereal fondness for them. She nurtures creativity and emotional expression, encouraging her child to embrace their imagination and feelings. To her, you were her wonderful boy or girl—someone she cherished in a way that transcended typical mother-child relationships. This mother often had a warm, endearing presence, the kind who was adored by your friends and seen as the sweetheart of the group. Your love for her runs deep, and despite any challenges, there’s an unspoken, almost spiritual understanding between you. However, on the more difficult side, a Pisces Moons mother can be overwhelmingly sensitive, fragile, or emotionally unstable. She may have struggled with boundaries, resorted to manipulative behaviors, or even battled addiction. At times, she seemed distant—not necessarily in a cold way, but in a detached, elusive manner, as if she preferred to escape reality rather than engage with you fully. You may have felt like you simply existed in her world rather than being truly known by her. Despite the depth of feeling between you, there was always a sense that she never quite saw or understood you as an individual.

ex. Kim Kardashian, Hilary Clinton, Frank Sinatra, Michael Jackson

[revelboo]

any ultra magnus or lost light megs 🙏🏻🙏🏻?

Sure!

The Conversation Pt 4

Ultra Magnus x Reader

• You think he’s some sort of hallucination? Watching you offer him a thin smile and look around his habsuite, he reaches for you when you stride away. But stops short, not wanting to scare or overwhelm you. “Why giant robots?” You ask and he’s not sure of you’re talking to yourself or him. “Better than xenomorphs, though. Right?” You look at him and he just shakes his head at a loss. Has no idea what you’re talking about. But you’re not screaming still.

• “I’m real,” he says as you give the big hallucinatory robot a thumbs up. Wandering to the edge of the surface you’re trapped on, you lean out and those giant hands hover close to you. If you jump you’ll wake up in the floor beside your bed most likely. Right? Is that how this works? You’ve never been a vivid or lucid dreamer, so this is all new. “Careful.”

• “Figures. I have the most detailed dream of my life and it’s not a threesome with Chris Hemsworth and Tom Hiddleston. It’s robots,” you mutter, backing away from those big hands. Looking up at him, you wrinkle your nose. “If you’re not going to disappear can you at least turn into Chris Hemsworth?”

• “I’m not an hallucination.” Growling now in exasperation, he reaches for you and gently slides you away from the edge. Is it because he’s so much bigger than you? Does he seem unreal to you? Is your little, organic brain fried from being pulled through reality? Venting as you swat at his servos and wander away, he reluctantly frees himself from the Magnus armor and approaches where you look like you’re trying to decide if you can leap over to table beside his berth. Absolutely not. “Don’t.”

• A big hand wraps around your upper arm and you spin and choke on a laugh. Giant robot monster is now a much smaller, but still bigger than you robot. With a mustache. “Guess I was doing Jaeger shots last night. Porn star ‘stache robot. Wow, that’s new.” Laughing as he frowns at you, you shrug out of his grip and loop your arms around his neck, going with it. Because why the hell not. He’s not Chris or Tom, but he’ll do. “So what are you going to do with me, big guy?”

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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."

A/N: Meow meow protecting his bb is precious and must be protected at all costs. Everyone working the event finally knows and that means we're on to…game day! I might be giving these two a little break though to work on other series and also…the rest of my requests that've been there since 500 followers and we're already here at [information redacted] so…I'm hella late 🤣🤣

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SAG-AFTRA Foundation Conversations - "Loki" With Tom Hiddleston November 12

[famejauregui]

I would love to go one year, I'll have to make sure that I plan for that when the time comes around. Hm I do love all types of plants, so it would be nice to have a variety in my new garden. Hey it happens, but you have other ways of making her proud.

The flower show is actually an event, held in Chelsea, hence the name. It's quite a popular thing in England, but I imagine to others it seems a bit odd. It's very lovely, though. Lots of gardens planted just for the occasion, all sorts of plants for sale, too. I know a little bit, I suppose. Still not as much as my mother would like.

[smolvenger]

In A World of Boys, He's a Gentleman (Professor! Tom Hiddleston x Reader blurb)

Summary: Collapsing into tears after a hellish week, your professor boyfriend confesses he loves you.

Warnings: cursing, some work problems (I may have used some of my irl experiences in here, oops) Reader liking Romantasy books, but other than that, some hurt/comfort and lots of fluff!

A/N: I decided to leave it ambiguous if Reader is a student or not, so that is personally up to you. From @holdmytesseract's request for the birthday blurbs! Thanks for your patience!

Word Count: >2K

A03//My Ko-Fi//My Etsy Shop//Masterlist//Wattpad

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If the past week was purgatory, then today was utter hell.

Everything in your life was driving you so busy, you felt both stasis and panic at once. You got so distracted that you would zone out on your phone closing and reopening the same apps for hours. Then at work, people were driving you up a wall. Because you were a good employee who had to get things done in the order and way they trained you or else…less got done. The impossibility of productivity crept on you. Minutes became hours. You had to argue with someone in a conversation that should have been four minutes but lasted eight because she would not shut up, kept repeating the same things over and over, would rarely let you speak and when you did, never replied or added onto your responses. On top of that, your body decided that the buttcrack dawn of morning when it was still dark was a good time to be awake. And impossible to drift back to sleep even when you took cold medicine. Which then made you exhausted at work.

Thank god for your professor boyfriend.

He was your light in the midst of all this. You had dated for some time, and even the sight of him putting on glasses in a nice suit as he headed off ofr work still made you tingly inside. He would leave you little gifts at your place- flower bouquets, cupcakes, and the like. You were at a point where you didn’t have to have romantic dates all the time. You were now just in his place. Just hanging out. Simple as that. 

You could be quiet and not interact every second. As cats parallel played you could just be in comfortable silence together. Especially when it came reading- for you had something of a silent book club. You both turned off your phones and would sit devouring book after book. 

He was a Literature professor, so it was in his nature. It seemed though sometimes he was never off the clock!  He even challenged you- it was one thing that drew you to daring him. He was smart enough- he respected you as an intelligent being in your own right but was able to have questions and discussions. It was the academia in him. It made you grow into wanting to be a better person for him…and he for you.

Though today, your stress, anxiety, and semi insomnia was creeping up on you. You sat on the brown chair and he on his sofa. There was the same book in your hands. He was already rubbing a finger over his lips, pressing his glasses close. Enchanted by the spell words made. It was a well-reviewed piece of literature that won awards and was featured on the official lists of esteemed journals. He recommended this title to you and you were both reading it. 

As you sat with your own copy that he leant you, you cracked open the stiff spine from it’s newness and began to read…

You were spacing out on the first chapter. It was dense, poetic, and beautiful….but you had no idea what the heck was going on.

After a few more pages, it was starting to get sad.

What was it with these books? And it was not cheery- Was high literature just sad things happening like people having affairs on their wives or committing abuse or doing drugs or going to war or just being awful with no repercussions?

With a sigh, you reached into your bag and pulled out a different book- an escapist, spicy romantasy that all the girls on social media were losing their minds over. You replaced the high literature book, setting it down quietly, and opened it. Tom was so engrossed in the book he didn’t notice. You didn’t want him to notice.

You found this time you were understanding the words in front of you. And you found yourself drawn. Was it the best piece of literature to be studied in a professors class in the future? Hell no. But you were here for a good time, not a long time. And not to study human nature deeply, but to be in a different world, where you had a different name, a different look, and different problems, but far more magical and exciting than everything crashing down in your dull, grey reality. One where your clothes were beautiful with corsets and fine fabric instead of just jeans. One where you would have a sword with a name then a smartphone that sucked all of your free time. One where you could be a princess, a queen, an assassin, a fae lady, a vampire, a pirate, a goddess, a duchess… anything other than plain old you in a plain old life at a plain old job.

Tom looked up. He then eyed over your cover and back at you.

You looked up at him and grimaced. Then you shoved the book back into your bag.

“Please! Don’t judge me!” you cried.

“Why would I judge you?” he asked.

You gestured over to the book in his hands.

“I’m reading this silly trash book and you have all of your fine literature!” you cried.

He set his own copy down, but his blue eyes softened.

“My dear…Is something up?” he asked.

He knew you well enough he could tell the signs.

“Yes, my day was hell! It was this and this and this and…I try to handle it but..I’m overwhelmed so I can’t…I really can’t…I’m not even smart enough to read this book, because I try and try but I just can’t understand this stuff and I can’t get into it, like you…I’m an idiot…”

You burst into tears, and he came over, hugging and kissing your head in little pecks. 

“No…darling, no…” he murmured.

You leaned into his arms. You found yourself vneting and complaining the suffering long inside you.

“I know…I’m a mess…” you sobbed out. “And there was a lady at work who’s a bitch, and my job is so hard, and I can’t sleep at night…it’s just…I wish I could be smarter, nicer, better for you Tom, but…”

“How do you take tea?” he asked.

Looking up, you wiped your tears with your sleeve and answered him.

He made it for you the way you liked. It was the prettiest mug- white with bluebell flowers painted on it.  And returned with it. You sipped at it, it was perfect in it’s flavor and so warm, you felt it melt inside you. You placed both hands around it- science said it was like receiving a hug. Feeling the warmth inside and outside as you looked up at him. 

He scooted himself to be close, a gentle smile on his face and one of his large, beautiful hands rubbing your forearm in comfort.

“I know I’m a mess.” you said.

“I like you as a mess.”

You began to blink at him.

“No, I…but I’m…I’m trying, but I just…I know I complain and I read trashy books and I call people bitches and all that, you can say it, Tom. It’s the truth,” you replied.

“Set your drink down,” he requested.

You complied.

He cupped your face. A gasp aired itself in your throat. 

“My dear, you are perfect as you are. A mess, broken, crying…and I want nothing else than to be with you.” he confessed.

You nearly dropped your jaw.

“That’s…a…you’re saying that…”

“Well…I…yes, I never thought I’d run into someone like you, who’d change everything. Why should I care if you feel upset sometimes like every human being  or what you read to make you happy or that things aren’t always wonderful…I…I love you….there, I said it.”

Love. The little word that changed everything. And it was the first time he said it. It was…unspoken. Something you both felt for the long months you dated, but never confirmed. And here it was, materialized and as present as the furniture and mugs and books, for it was just as real.

“I love you too, Tom.”

You embraced him tight, and he embraced back. He then pressed his forehead to yours, squeezing hands.

He then let go, looking down at your mug.

“Here…your tea will get cold…” he said, offering the drink back to you.

“And…my book….” you murmured.

“Oh, I have no problems with you reading it with me! If it’s that good, I’ll make you another cup of tea and get us some biscuits as well! Then you must tell me all about it!” He gave a little laugh. “Who knows, I may even try it myself someday!”

Smiling with him, you gave him a kiss on his cheek. Then, you settled into cuddling him, sipping your tea and enjoying both of your books in a moment of pure bliss.

[abby118]

Behind the scenes & interviews

A response to this post. Of course, these are not all of them, there are many, but it's a list. I will probably update this later.

Thor 1 behind the scenes: ‣making of Thor (20:02 min) ‣(8:07 min) ‣modern legend featurette (5:17 min) ‣Frost Giants featurette (5:58 min) ‣Mjölnir featurette (6:36 min) ‣bts pt. 1 (5:13 min) ‣bts pt. 2 (5:15 min) ‣Tom Hiddleston's b-roll (1:00 min) ‣Tom Hiddleston with Mjölnir (0:16 min) ‣trailer (2:26 min) / X The Avengers behind the scenes: ‣TA Thor featurette (12:05 min) ‣behind the scenes (14:39 min) ‣behind the scenes (15:09 min) ‣behind the scenes Chris H. Chris E. (10:26 min) ‣assembling the ultimate team (8:06 min) ‣gag reel (4:05 min) ‣trailer (2:04 min) ‣second screen: Loki cell (0:19 min) ‣second screen: Loki (0:18 min) ‣TH & ChrE fight practice (0:41 min) Thor The Dark World behind the scenes: ‣making of/bts pt. 1 (5:01 min) ‣making of/bts pt. 2 (5:13 min) ‣Dark Elves featurette (6:56 min) ‣Tom Hiddleston b-roll (2:40 min) ‣Chris Hemsworth b-roll (4:01 min) ‣Zachari Levi b-roll (0:32 min) ‣bts (14:43 min) / X (15:02 min) ‣beyond realms featurette (1:30 min) ‣villains featurette (6:53 min) ‣VFX breakdown (4:15 min) ‣Tv spot (0:31 min) ‣Blu-ray disc menu (3:57 min) ‣ending credits (2:05 min) ‣making of TDW score (4:43 min) / live (2:37 min) / X (6:36 min) ‣trailer (2:31 min) ‣bloopers/making of (4:10 min) ‣the lost and unused clips of TDW (10:21 min) ‣TDW previsualisation effects-design (2:48 min)

Interviews & misc.: ‣Thor 1 int. (14:49 min) ‣Thor 1 press conference (37:49 min) ‣Kenneth Branagh casting int. (7:17 min) ‣Anthony Hopkins T1 (2:40 min) ‣ChH & NP T1 int. (4:19 min) ‣Tom Hiddleston Thor 1 int. (6:57 min) ‣Tom Hiddleston Thor 1 int. (2:33 min) ‣Jamie Alexander & Tom Hiddleston Thor 1 int. (10:54 min) ‣Tom Hiddleston The Avengers on set int. (3:36 min) ‣Tom Hiddleston The Avengers int. (2:18 min) ‣Tom HIddleston The Avengers int. (7:44 min) ‣Tom Hiddleston The Avengers int. pt. 1 (12:10 min), pt. 2 (12:39 min) ‣The Avengers movie panel (43:03 min) ‣The Avengers press conference (23:10 min) ‣Tom Hiddleston Q&A pt. 1 (24:10 min), pt. 2 (30:47 min) ‣disney channel TDW int. (1:15 min) ‣TDW Chris Hemsworth on set int. (4:33 min) ‣TDW Tom Hiddleston on set int. (6:29 min) ‣TDW premiere press conference (27:30 min) ‣TDW ChH, TH int. (6:15 min) ‣TDW int. about Loki (1:24 min) ‣TDW Tom Hiddleston int. (7:50 min) ‣TDW Tom Hiddleston int. (5:45 min) ‣TDW uncle Vili int. (11:49 min) ‣TDW int. TH, AT, KF (33:28 min) ‣SDCC (4:07 min) / SDCC featurette (4:51 min) / TH interview (13:34 min) ‣Tom Hiddleston & Zac Levi "Conversations for a Cause" (1:08:53) ‣Tom Hiddleston int. pt. 1 (5:02 min), pt. 2 (7:39 min), pt. 3 (4:49 min) ‣Tom Hiddleston on working with KB & ChH (9:15 min) ‣Thor & Loki panel from Philadelphia 2016 (44:05 min) (list of filmed deleted scenes)