#they were so adorable in the press junket<3

[cosmicpearlz]

lover boy

summary: the 3 times he realized he was smitten with her and the one time he finally confessed.

pairing: percy hynes white x actress!reader

a/n: this is my first time writing in a while, so pls be nice lol. all jokes aside, i hope you guys enjoy and send me some requests! (i got this idea after seeing @dilfxfinder post about wanting percy content!)

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~the first time~

it’s been a couple of months since everyone had gotten completely comfortable with each other. you’d say that working on wednesday with a cast full of people your age was one of the many highlights.

jenna decided to host a game night at the apartment she was renting. especially since everyone had the weekend off. percy and emma wanted to be co-hosts with her and helped set up.

“is it weird that i’m kinda nervous?”

“percy, nervous for game night?” emma stopped putting the chips into a bowl to look at the boy. to be honest, he wasn’t sure why he was nervous. it’s not like he’s meeting everyone for the first time again or having to do the first table reading.

“emma, you know he can’t be around y/n without almost passing out,” jenna smirked while emma let out a small chuckle.

“oh yeah! i forgot how smitten you are with her.”

percy felt the heat reaching his cheeks but before he could respond back, there was a knock on the door. wordlessly the boy opened the door and seen the very person they were talking about.

“we brought the drinks!” you said with a smile as you, joy and hunter walked in. jenna and emma share a knowing look before focusing on the task at hand.

“welcome to game night! you guys are a little early. do you mind helping set up?” jenna looked at the three of you.

“of course not, what do you need us to do?” asked hunter. this sent an imaginary floating lightbulb over emma’s head.

“how about we pair up, yeah? joy, you could helped jenna with the decorations. hunter, you could help me with the snacks and drinks. y/n and percy can work on the playlist!”

with that being said, everyone was off to their task. percy was freaking out because how was he supposed to be this close to you without freezing or doing something dumb?

you took him out of his thoughts by wrapping your arms around his waist in greeting. percy immediately wraps his arms around your shoulders. he liked this. having you in his arms.

“so what music are we thinking?” you look up at him with a small smile, still being in his embrace.

in just a couple of months of knowing you and hangout with you, you’ve managed to catch his heart. that small yet adorable smile made his stomach flutter.

oh man was he absolutely gone for you.

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~the second time~

the last day of filming was overwhelming for everyone. spending time with people you’ve grown to love and then having to leave was hard. percy wasn’t ready to go home. he wasn’t ready to leave you. he wasn’t ready to leave anyone really but you, he couldn’t even stomach the thought of not seeing you until the press junkets started.

“ugh i don’t even know why i’m crying right now. i know we’re going to see each other in a couple of weeks but i don’t want to leave,” you looked around the group with tears in your eyes.

joy and oliver pull you into a group hug while you quietly sobbed. “it’s okay y/n! we’re going to see each other again,” joy softly kissed your forehead.

“yeah, don’t think of it as a goodbye but as a see you later,” oliver squeezed you one last time before being the first to let go.

“i guess you’re right.”

you made your rounds hugging everyone and somehow crying even more. you finally made your way to percy who was standing off to the side by himself.

“you know, i’m really gonna miss you perc.”

percy looked up from the ground to see you standing before him. even with your red puffy eyes and quivering lip, he still thought you were the most beautiful girl he’s ever seen. he closes the distance between you guys and tightly embraced you. you don’t waste a second and wrapped your arms around him too.

“i’m gonna miss you so fucking much y/n. don’t even understand.” you nestle into his chest letting out more stray tears. the both of you ended up swaying back and forth still wrapped around each other.

“promise me you won’t forget me?” you joked pulling away a little to look up at him. percy chuckled and shakes his head.

“never. how could i ever forget you?” he brings a hand to caress your cheek wiping away some of the tears.

“you think they’re ever going to confess to one another?” georgie whispered to emma who was also witnessing this moment between you guys.

“i hope they do it soon. preferably before we have to lock them in a room together.”

you and percy finally let go of each other however still close enough to bump arms while walking.

“come on lovebirds! we’re going out to eat,” jenna yelled out to you guys. instantly, percy felt that same type of warmth growing on his cheeks.

“c’mon percy, last one there is a rotten egg?”

“you are totally on,” with that you both sprinted to the where the others were waiting. obviously percy gets there before you because of his long legs.

“ha, i win!”

“no fair perc. you have freakishly long legs,” you pouted at him with your arms crossed.

“guess you gotta get longer legs sweetheart,” percy laughs and kisses your head.

you intertwine your hand with his pulling him with you. “yeah whatever. i’m still salty but also very hungry.”

he’s never gonna get over this feeling.

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~the third time~

press junkets started and you were a little stressed. this was your first time doing a bunch of interviews and it was mind-boggling.

“percy, i’m freaking out. how do you do this?” your nervously chewed on your finger nail staring at him with wide eyes.

“relax, i’m gonna be right here with you. you’re not alone, okay?” he walks up to you and slowly took your hand that you were currently chewing on.

“i know i know. but what if i don’t answer a question the right way or say something dum-“

percy shakes his head and firmly squeezed your hand, making sure not to hurt you but to get the point across.

“i promise you, you are gonna do just fine. i know this is nerve racking for you but you are not alone. you never will be alone. you got emma, joy, jenna, hunter, and me. we’re gonna be with you the whole day.”

“you’re right. perc you always know the right things to say,” you lean on your toes to place a kiss upon his cheek.

“what can i say? i’m an expert at making people feel better.” you laughed at his joke before lightly pushing him away.

“you sure are cocky but it’s okay i like that about you. at least sometimes,” you nudged his arm with a grin. he grins right back at you.

you were gonna be the death of him and you didn’t even know it.

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~he finally tells you~

percy was pacing back and forth in the hotel room. there was only 10 minutes left before everyone had to leave for the la premiere red carpet. but all he could think about is you. you’ve been plaguing his mind since day one. each small yet meaningful moment alone with you was something he’d never take for granted.

“percy you’re going to walk a hole into the floor if you keep pacing like that.” georgie had been sitting with the frantic boy since he called him.

“it’s been almost a year and i still can’t get her out of my mind. there isn’t a minute where i don’t think about her beautiful smile or the sweet smell of her vanilla perfume.”

“i think you should tell her,” georgie stops to look down at his phone. “we have a couple minutes left.”

that’s all it took before percy rushes out of the room. he doesn’t look back either, eyes set on getting to your hotel room. when he makes it to your door which was just down the hallway, he knocks desperately.

“percy! you look good. what’s up?” you opened the door with that smile he loves so much. he takes one second to look at you dressed in a black gown that had a rhinestone top and a tulle like bottom.

“perc? are you okay?”

percy doesn’t think while leaning down and gently grabbing your face to pull you into a kiss. you were shocked but quickly began to kiss him back. the kiss is rough however soft and desperate. he let every single feeling he felt for you pour into that kiss.

when you finally pulled away to get air, the only thing that was heard was the heavy breathing. keeping his hand on your cheek, he bent his head down to rest against your forehead.

“what i’m trying to say is i love you.”





[bcofl0ve]

new austin butler fan? start here!

hey there girl/pal/buddy/friend! welcome to the crazy train the endearing mad house that is the austin butler fandom. i joined the party after seeing elvis 2022 with my dad on a whim opened my third eye and have adored austin ever since. if you have any questions please please send an anon or send me a message, but i hope this post is useful as well!

media

congrats, i have a hyperfixation on being an update blog which means i have a masterpost of where to stream everything he's ever been in since he's started acting!

my personal favorite thus far is shocking no one, elvis 2022, but i'm really excited for everything coming out in 2024!

interviews

if you want to get to know austin the person outside of being an actor, i highly recommend checking out his episode of the marc maron podcast. content warning for talk about losing a parent- austin's mom who passed when he was 23 from cancer, and some allusions to domestic violence re: a step father. but that to say it's imo the most personal interview austin has ever given (and it makes me cry when i listen to it). i linked to apple podcasts but it's also on spotify!

austin's first ever interview from when he was 16 years old (article)

long- and personal, interview/profile via esquire from 2024 (article)

ruthie’s table interview - 2021 podcast with his good friend, chef ruthie rogers. some very sweet childhood talk in here.

austin butler drives greg williams back home (austin going back to his home town and visting his childhood home and elementary school)

austin butler plays with puppies - what the title says

in conversation: baz luhrmann and austin butler (article) - a very funny joint interview where baz and austin talk about filming elvis

austin butler @ the oscar nominees luncheon - the interviewer is jason kennedy, a long time buddy of austin's who also knew his mom. this was my favorite interview of awards season.

austin giving his publcist kate an honorary oscar - also from the oscar nominees lucheon press junket, so sweet! we love his ginger publicist around here (:

austin and lisa marie presley joint interview - lisa adored austin, and he mentioned in a different interview during awards season that when he was at graceland she took him upstairs for *3 hours*. if you're unfamiliar with the presleys, that is point blank unheard of for someone that isn't a blood relative. lisa passed away in january 2023 just two days after watching austin win his golden globe, and is very very missed. (lisa and austin at the globes)

another little lisa and austin interview, my personal favorite because of the hug!

so who's the girl?

austin is currently dating kaia gerber and has been since december of 2021! i'm working on a masterpost timeline of their relationship which will likely take...a while. but in the meantime the basics are that they like to make out in public while also being quite the private couple.

here is a very cute little video of the two of them after the elvis premiere at cannes and my favorite deuxmoi sunday spotting of all time- someone saying they were making out *in face masks* in line at erewhon.

like i said, they are veryyy private but that means the little tidbits we get are a treat! austin 'gushed' about seeing her walk in a celine show here, and here's a little clip of his smiley little self in the front row.

the two share a dog milo, who is the shining baby boy light of ausitn's life and came up no short of two billion times when austin was doing press for his ysl campaign this past summer. we love milo!

(and i also love that austin wears his gf's clothes sometimes, king!)

misc fun stuff

austin is close friends with ashley tisdale, and has been since the two of them met filming the movie aliens in the attic in new zealand in 2008. he's 'uncle austin' to her little girl jupiter, and they're also distant cousins!

speaking of aliens in the attic, 300 years ago in 2008 austin ran a little blog for his fans throughout filming which is just the darn sweetest most endearing thing to me. you can read the entries that i pulled from the wayback machine here and here.

some other austin-isms that i love

his habit of wearing shirts inside out

how everyone that works with him gushes about how kind he is

this little video of him when he was four years old

his dear sweet publicist kate having to hand hold his golden retriever self on track

the 27 he has tattooed on his wrist bc it was his late mom’s god number

and so many other things that would take me too long to list

if you have any questions that this post doesn't answer pls slide me an anon or a direct message! happy to have you here! <3

[celebtattletale]

Baby Boom! Henry Cavill and wife Y/N announce birth of their seventh child

Two days ago Henry Cavill (38) and his wife Y/N Cavill (38) announced the birth of their final child: a daughter named Jane.

On Wednesday night, Y/N and Henry arrived at the hospital where all of their children have been delivered, on their last trip to the labour ward. The family has chosen to keep the details of Jane’s birth private, but we can only hope that both mother and baby are doing well.

The day after Jane was brought into the world, Henry shared a loving post with a picture of his final child’s tiny little feet surrounded by him and his wife’s hands. The caption included a sweet Winnie the Pooh quote, reading:

‘A new baby is probably, undoubtedly the grandest gift that could ever be. Welcome to the family Jane Lily Cavill. Your mum, your brothers, your sister and I all love you so much already. And I’m sure that Kal is the most excited to meet his final little sibling. Love from Daddy. ❤️’

All together, the Cavill family now consists of seven children:

James (13)

Oliver (11)

George (8)

Harry (6)

Eleanor (5)

Alexander (2)

Jane (3 days)

Over the course of his fame, Henry has never been shy about his love for his family. He takes any opportunity to talk about them in interviews and press junkets, occasionally posting adorable pictures with them on instagram.

He has, however, admitted that not all of his kids were planned. The two have always wanted a large family, Henry having grown up with four brothers, but they didn’t intend on a family quite so big.

Henry and Y/N have been together for the majority of their lives, having met at Stowe School in Buckinghamshire at the age of 14. The two are perfect parents to their kids and perfect for each other.

We hope that both Y/N and Jane are both happy and healthy at home. And (although it seems like it is) maybe this won’t be the last Cavill baby that we see. We can only hope because those two sure do make adorable babies!

[newtonsheffield]

@hallownight89 requested a follow up to my, now infamous, Surprise dirty text chain, in which the Bridgertons were allowed their own back. So here goes

Anthony decides to send Kate the message when she's halfway through a meeting. Standing right outside the glass conference room door smirking manically as he watches Kate's mouth fall open in surprise dropping her phone, her eyes shooting up to his as she shifts a little uncomfortably in her chair. And when Kate drags him into her office later, he's more than willing to follow through with his promise to get down on his knees again. Even as his wife says God, Please don't look so smug, Anthony

Sophie receives the message at Violet Bridgerton's birthday party and in hindsight she needn't have been quite so surprised by the artistically lit picture, he does do it for a living after all. But that definitely doesn't stop Sophie from blushing scarlet as Ben's arm stays wrapped tightly around her waist. Sophie clears her throat and drags Benedict back to his childhood bedroom and tries not to feel embarrassed that this is not the first time they've done this next to his Art Attack poster.

Colin sends Penelope a desperately filthy message when they're out at dinner with Daphne and Simon. She had looked down expecting a message from her boss about a printing emergency and let out a surprised squeak, Colin's hand still firm on her thigh as he eats his dessert with a theatrical moan. It's all Penelope can do not to pass out honestly. As soon as they're in the car she makes her move.

Daphne sends Simon the message, timed to perfection Just as he's about to take the field for a match. She can see his eyes widen in shock and surprise right there on the screen that shows the players in their final meetings with the manager. And Daphne can't help but feel a little smug when Simon trips over himself as he runs onto the pitch.

Eloise has been lying in wait for several months to enact her revenge. The moment she's chosen? Parent Teacher night at Oliver and Amanda's school. Miss Green is right in the middle of telling them how absolutely darling their children are when Phillip glances down at his phone, Eloise's thumb still rubbing soft circles on the back of his hand and let's out a harsh Fuck Me of surprise. Miss Green is very startled. Eloise clears her throat and with a particularly smug smile says You'll have to forgive Mr Crane, I think his plans for this evening just got changed.

Francesca has also been plotting Michael's demise for quite some time. Her moment? Right in the middle of the press junket for the new season of Kilmartin Michael had made the mistake of looking down at the message right as the next journalist walked into the room. And truly he would have been fine had it not been for the fact that Frankie seemed to have taken it upon herself to touch him as much as possible. Oh isn't he funny? touching his arm. Isn't he charming? Brushing his hair from his eyes. God he;s practically overheating. Oh he must be feeling shy Today! She says when he can barely get out 3 words the entire interview. When this journalist, a little bewildered leaves Michael leans in close to his fiancée and says You're going to pay for this later. And Francesca smiles the sly smile that always gives him a jolt and says Do you promise? Before looking up at the woman now entering the room Karen! So good to see you again!

Gregory sends Lucy quite possibly the filthiest thing she's ever seen written down right in the middle of the staff meeting one week. He's sitting across for her, an innocent expression on his adorable face, his glasses askew as always as Janet from HR talks about interpersonal relationships in the office for the hundredth time, but his foot nudges hers and then starts to inch up her leg, a smirk starting on his face as she blushes scarlet, trying to act nonchalant as she subtly tries to press the cold metal of her engagement ring against her forehead. When a second message comes through staggeringly more filthy Lucy abruptly slides her chair back and marches from the meeting leaving everyone looking quite bewildered, bar Gregory who looks abominably smug as Kate says in a faux whisper Yes, incredible display of a functioning office relationship there. Janet just sighs resignedly.

Hyacinth waits until they're sandwiched between Her mother and his grandmother to send Gareth the message which she has been carefully crafting for weeks. And irritatingly he ignores it. You should really check that message that just came through, Honey. Hyacinth says pointedly, running her fingers along his spine smirking slightly as he shivers. And to her very great annoyance he eyes her carefully and then with such an irritating smirk that she doesn't know if she wants to kiss him or kill him he says Whatever you have to tell me, You can whisper into my ear later, Honey. And god help her. She does.

[marvelgiggles]

Celebrity Crush

Tom Holland x Reader

This is an original concept by me, I have another Tom Holland in the works, sorry but I'm obsessed with our adorable London boy and then I will post the prompts I have sitting my ask box.

There was a big smile on your face because as you heard a car pull up into your driveway. Your best friend, and roommate, had just gotten back from a press junket and this movie night was long over due. 

You continued to get the living room ready with blankets and pillow, while also arranging the snacks in the order. You always arranged the snacks so you’d both finish with your favorite snacks. 

The front door to your place opened and closed, which was followed by rapid footsteps. “I’ve missed you.” Tom exclaimed as he picked you up from behind and spun you around in a circle. This caused you to break out in giggles, “Tom, put me down.” Tom gently set you back down on your feet and looked at your work of arrangement everything.

“This is exactly what I need. Thank you Y/N.” He said as he brought you into a side hug and kiss on the temple.

Y/C/C walked on screen causing you to squeal in delight and excitedly clapped you hands at their opening scene.

Tom was oblivious to the reason of your reaction, Tom has always thought that he was your celebrity crush, not in a romantic way but in a “I support my best friend” kind of way. Although as you continued to dreamy sigh and fawn over him thought the entire movie and then the following movie. Tom finally picked up on what was going on. 

“Wait! Do you have a crush on him?” Tom asked you.

“Well duh! Have you seen him?” You gushed.

“I’m not your celebrity crush.” Tom said like a 3 year old with a small pout and he crossed his arms over his chest. “I thought I was your celebrity crush.”

“Of course not.” That caused Tom to gasp in a playfully hurt way.  “You are my best friend, it would be weird to have you as my celebrity crush.” Hoping he understood, but with the look on his face you knew you were in trouble.

“But. but. You are my best friend, you are supposed to support me.” 

“Of course I support you but it’d be weird to say you were my celebrity crush. There’s nothing you can do to to make me change my mind.” You said stubbornly with a small smirk on your face.

“Really?” Tom challenged. “Not even if I tickle it out of you?”

You gulped scooting away from him on the couch but that only cornered you but thankfully you were quite to realize this. Tom lunged for you and you squealed and took off running.

“Get back here.” Tom yelled, you squealed and continued to dodge him throughout the house that the both of you shared. The house wasn’t very big and there weren’t any new hiding spaces where Tom wouldn’t find you.

Turning your head to look to see how close Tom was but didn’t see him. You didn’t want to stop loving so you were slowly creeping around the house, looking around every corner.

“GOTCHA!” Tom cried as he quickly flung you over his shoulder and made his way back to the couch in the living room. He tossed you on your back and quickly sat on your waist. You arms were trying to push him off but you couldn’t get any leverage.

“Now Y/N/N I believe you have a confession to make.” He had the most evil grin on his face while he cracked his knuckles.

“Never!” You cried but soon giggles were now coming out of your mouth because Tom was now tickling your underarms. You had your arms locked to your sides and were twisting side to side trying to cope with the horrific ticklish sensations pursing though your body. “NOHOHOHO! TOHOHOHOM!”

“Just admit it darling, then it will all be over.” He smirked down at you as he started to make his way down your ribcage. You started to cackle, this was one of Tom’s favorite spot to torment you because of the reaction that it produced. He started to shake his knuckles down your ribs, once he got to the bottom, he went back up to the top again and slowly walked his fingers down. “Come on Y/N just tell me the truth.” 

“Ready to admit the truth yet.” He taunted you by poking your sides hoping it would produce the confession he was looking for. 

“Nohoho. Cahahahause ihihihit’s nohohohohot truhuhuhue.” You giggles trying to swat his hands away. 

“Have it your way Y/N.” He said as he immediately started squeezing your hips. 

“NOHOHOHO! LEHEHEHEAVE MY HIHIHIHHIHIPS ALOHOHOHOHONE!”

“Okay if you insist.” He said as continued to squeeze your right hip and then moved his other hand down to squeeze your right knee at the same time.

You shrieked and frantically started to try and kick your leg out of his hold however he was too strong. Curse all of those gyms days to get in shape for Uncharted!

“I love how ticklish you are.” Tom chuckled,  “Especially right here!” There was a spot an inch above you hips that was unbearable for you. You couldn’t handle the intensity of that spot. You hated it when he tickled you there.

You screamed, like you were screaming more than laughing at the intensity of the ticklishness of that spot. You were frantically trying to get out of Tom’s grip by trying to kick your legs, pushing at his arms, and twist your hips to get enough momentum to get him off of you. However, when you twist to one side it pushed Tom’s fingers deeper into your death spot it caused the sensation to get worse. 

“STOP!” You cried hoping he would have mercy on you because there was no way that you were going to be able to admit it if he continued to tickle that spot.  Thankfully, he listened to you but he quickly grabbed your hands and held them to your chest.

“Why? Is there something you are finally ready to admit something Y/N/N?” He sang tauntingly. He started to drag his finger across your collarbone, up and down your neck and by your ears causing you to giggle lightly like a Tickle Me Elmo. 

“Yehehes. Stahahahap.” You giggled.

“Not until you admit I’m your celebrity crush.” 

“Fihine. Yohohou ahahare my celebrihehehehty cruhuhuhush.” Finally got out and he stopped tormenting you and popped off of your waist as if nothing happened and curled back up to his end of the couch.

“Thank you love. Now let’s watch your celebrity crush yah.” He smirked turning on infinity war. You groaned knowing he was never going to let his go.

[villainousshakespeare]

In The Timing

Tom Hiddleston/Reader

Rated E 

Warnings: Smut, Angst, *But in this chapter only FLUFFFFFF with a teasing mention smut 

Chapters: 4 of 4 + Epilogue

After a horrible first date, you end up at a pub filled with University students. You are feeling rather old and sorry for yourself, until a blond haired Adonis strikes up a conversation with you. Obviously he is too young for you, but what could a little flirting hurt?

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Chapter 1 - First Meeting

Chapter 2 - The Morning After

Chapter 3 - Years Later

Chapter 4 - Time’s Up

Epilogue

"Ladies and gentlemen, you know my first guest as Loki the God of Mischief and The Night Manager. His new movie,  In The Timing, is currently nominated for a slew of awards, including the Oscar for Best Picture. Please welcome back to the show Mr. Tom Hiddleston."

You smiled as Tom jogged out onto stage to thunderous applause. Or maybe "thunderous" wasn't quite right. Thunderous implied deep, and the cheers for your man were much higher in pitch, clearly spearheaded by all of the overeager women in the audience. You couldn't really blame them. In his monochromatic blue suit and leonine mane of hair, Tom was definitely scream worthy. Still, that didn't mean you wouldn't take great delight in teasing him about his status as heartthrob later.

The response to  In The Timing had been incredible, with glowing reviews and box office receipts that were much higher than expected for an independent romantic comedy. Now, with the studio making a push for it on the awards circuit even more people were coming out to see the movie that was your labor of love in more ways than one.

All of this was wonderful for you and Tom, as you were both receiving accolades and prizes for your disciplines, but it also meant an endless round of press junkets, talk show appearances, and gala screenings all around the world. Most of the weight of this, of course, centered on Tom's deliciously broad shoulders, but you had your own share of speaking engagements as well. To your amusement, he had insisted that the studio coordinate your schedules, so that you were promoting in the same city at all times. He had just gotten you back, he insisted. After seventeen years apart he was not going to spend one night separated from you if there was anything he could do about it.

You were only too happy to go along with this plan. The state of pure euphoria you had been coasting through your days in had come to a screeching halt the first time you were asked to get up onto a stage in front of a thousand people and answer questions about your process and the characters you had imagined. Only Tom, standing to one side of the stage like a proud and nervous papa watching his child win her first spelling bee had kept you grounded. Every time you started to falter, you would look over and see him practically speaking for you with his body language. It would make you giggle inside how earnestly he watched you, reacting to the questions with amusement or indignancy on your behalf. What did it matter, you realized, what anyone else thought of you, when the over grown ginger in the wings believed in you so completely.

That didn't mean, of course, that you would let him off the hook for the swooning fangirls. Someone had to keep his head from becoming too big to fit through the door.

"So, Tom," Colbert was saying as you focused on the interview, "I hear you've got a new picture out."

"I have," he answered with a smile, playing along with one of his favorite hosts. Between the Hank Williams duet and the Hamlet soliloquy, Colbert was right up Tom's alley.

"Yeah, I hear it's pretty dreamy. Or rather you are pretty dreamy in it."

"I don't know about that," Tom chuckled with humility, face going a bit red. "I don't know who would have told you such a thing."

"Oh, my female staff, my daughter, my wife..." Stephen deadpanned as the audience laughed. "What is it about this film that is so... I believe the word was "swoony"."

"Swooy? An excellent word. From the old English geswogen, meaning "in a faint"" you rolled your eyes as Tom pontificated.

"If you say so," Stephen laughed.

"I would say that it's the waistcoats, Stephen," Tom said with an impish grin. "They are rather constraining, depriving the wearer of appropriate oxygen. Hence the swooning."

"I see. Interesting. Now, this is a romantic comedy. Normally those are not big Oscar bait movies. Oscars tends to go more for tradgedy or history... the feel good tropes.

"Exactly," Tom laughed along.

"So what is it about this movie that makes it so appealing to awards voters? Is it the waistcoats?"

"Maybe," Tom smiled. "Maybe it's the waistcoats."

He was so charming, you thought you could feel the adoration from crowd washing towards the stage. He would be on cloud nine tonight, you knew. Tom feeded off of the energy of a crowd in a visceral way. It wasn't ego, exactly, or at least not just. It was the validation of his hard work, and the knowledge that he had shared something with an audience that had touched them on a personal level, made them experience something as a communal group.

With a smug smile you wondered if he would be able to wait until you were back to your hotel tonight before sharing that excitement with you, or if you would have to find a closet or some other private room to slip into for half an hour or so. Over the last few months there had been a number of times when, sometimes for no other reason than a look you had thrown at him, Tom had siezed you by your wrist and dragged you to some semi-secluded spot to have his way with you. Hell, once or twice you had even been the one to push him into an alcove and reach for his zipper. Your relationship all those years ago had been marked by insatiability for eachother, and if anything the years apart had only added to the ferver to touch, taste, and fuck eachother senseless.

"Along with the costuming, which is brilliant - bless our wonderful costuming department - I think the thing that sets this movie apart is its writing," Tom was saying, throwing an adoring glance in your direction. "It really gets to the heart of what it means to be in love. How we, as human beings, with all our foibles and idiosycrosies can be our own worst enemies in the persuit of our heart's desire."

And seriously, how could you not love this man to distraction? 

"The course of true love never did run smooth," Colbert threw in.

"Exactly. Shakespeare said it best as usual. But do you know which character that was?"

"Helena, Midsummer Night's Dream," Stephen said uncertainly.

"Close, very close," your walking Shakespeare anthology smiled sugly. "Hermia. Act I, Scene 1 I believe."

"I'll take your word for it," Colbert surrendered to the master. "So, you're nominated for a slew of awards - a BAFTA, a SAG, an Oscar... is there anyone that you are really gunning for? It's the Oscar right?"

"Well, sort of," Tom hedged.

"What do you mean sort of?"

"I am enormously flattered to be nominated for all of them, of course, and so excited for the film to be recieving so much love. But the award I'm most excited for isn't an acting award for me, or even Best Picture. It's the Adapted Screenplay Award."

"And why would that be, Tom Hiddleston?"

"Well, as I mentioned before, the writing, particularly the dialogue, is truly the star of this picture."

"Uh-hu. No other reason?" the host prodded. "I know you're a private man when it comes to your relationships..."

"With reason, you have to keep a bit of life for yourself."

"Of course. So, what do you want to share with us Tom?"

"Well, it just so happens that the writer of this particular movie is someone very close to my heart," he smiled a dopey smile that made your stomach do filp-flops.

"How close exactly are we talking?" Stephen asked, also shooting you a look.

"Well, Stephen," Tom grinned, "it just so happens that this particular author, this beautiful, brilliant, compassionate woman, has recently become closer to me than people may realize."

"Really?" Stephen grinned back at him. "You know, it just so happens that I see her standing there in the wings. Shall we invite her out here?"

"Well..." Tom threw you a smile, eyes saying that he knew he would be in trouble later, "I really do think that she deserves to be the one sitting out here discussing the movie. She is the reason it is a success after all."

"What do you think ladies and gentlemen?" Stephen asked the audience as you glared at both of them. "Shall we bring her out?"

As a chorus of enthusiastic yeses assailed your ears, you vowed that you would make Tom pay for this later, possibly ususing the pair of fur lined cuffs he didn't think you knew he had purchased when you were strolling through the village the day before. Resigning yourself to your fate you sighed and nodded you head once to their entreating glances.

"Ladies and gentleman, she is the writer behind In The Timing Victoria Thomas," you still were not used to hearing your pen name spoken out loud as often as it was, or responding to it. You were going to have to do something about that soon, you thought.

"That is her pen name, indeed," Tom said as you walked slowly out on stage, glad that you were dressed in a chic Calvin Klien dress that flattered your figure, "I hope you will all join me in welcoming the newly minted Mrs. Hiddleston!"

  It had been a complete suprise. You and Tom had been walking through Central Park, Bobby frisking around you as he chased invisable prey. Your fingers were linked together, and Tom had at least somewhat learned to shorten his long stride to make up for your significantly shorter legs. After a bit of wandering, you had made it to the Shakespear Garden near both Delacourt Theater and Belvedeare Castle, and Tom had pulled you down beside him on a stone bench.

  "This garden," he told you conversationally, "has every flower the is mentioned in Shakespeare's plays planted in it."

  "That's so interesting," you teased, even though you did find it interesting, you loved to give him a hard time over his love of all things Shakespeare.

  "All of those flowers," he went on as though you hadn't spoken, "and not one of them is close to being as beautiful as you are."

  "Tom," you sighed dreamily, snuggling against his chest. Honestly, how had you gotten so lucky?

  "Darling," he said, a nervous tone creeping into his usually confident voice. "I wanted to ask you something."

  "What's that?" you said lazily, enjoying the smell of his skin as he kissed the top of your head.

  "Would you look at me love?" he asked.

  You lifted yourself off of his chest to see an anxious expression to match his voice.

  "I know that we have not been back together for long," he began, hands figiting, "but I think you know how much I love you."

  "I do," you smiled at him. "I love you too."

  "And we have, if you think about it, known eachother for almost two decades."

  "I suppose."

  "Given that, and that I don't think I will survive parting from you again," detaching himself from you, Tom dropped down onto one knee and your mind went blank. "My darling love, will you marry me?"

  You gaped at him in stunned disbeleif, unable to move or speak as the sun glinted off of his copper curls. As your eyes met his you saw a look of hope begin to shade into panic, and realized that you had not given him an answer. Just as you were wondering how mouths and tongues worked, Bobby barked loudly and jumped up onto the bench beside you, breaking the spell that you had been under. You burst out laughing, and after a moment so did Tom as Bobby licked at your face.

"Upstaged by my own dog," he grumbled good naturedly, some of his confidence coming back as you were beaming at him. "  B ut come, darling, ' what sayest thou then to my love? speak, my fair, and fairly, I pray thee  .'"

  "I say yes," you smiled at him as he rose to spin you off your feet in a circle. "Of course yes, Tom!"

  Two days later, in a quiet ceremony attended by just imediate family flown in secretly and his ever vigilant puplicist Luke, the two of you were married in the same spot by your fiesty dirctor Susie, who had obtained her liscense online for the occasion. It was peacful, and even if one or two persistant pedestrians had been able to snap a quick picture of you in your ice blue dress and Tom in a perfectly tailored Ralph Lauren suit, Luke had been able to keep any whisper of it out of the press. As gossip control went, it was a minor miracle.

"So, you two crazy kids tied the knot, huh?" Stephen asked as the crowd finally died down.

"Yes," Tom said quickly, looking a bit nervous. "Though as you may be able to tell by the expression on my beautiful bride's face, we hadn't made the announcement public yet."

"Oh that's okay," Colbert waved it off, "they won't tell, will you guys?"

The crowed laughed at the notion of it staying a secret after such a public announcement.

"Well, congratulations Tom, and to your lovely wife, my condolences."

"Oh, I think Tom's the one who's going to be needing condolences soon," you joked, and Tom gamely winced, though his eyes said he wasn't sure how much you were joking.

"So, why did you agree to marry such an obvious fixer upper?" Stephen asked you. "Couldn't you find anyone good looking?"

"It's a struggle, Stephen," you sighed and the audience laughed, as you had married, by your own reconning, the most handsome man on the planet. "But, well, I'm in love you see."

"Ah," he nodded sagely.

"Yup, I'm in love with Bobby, and the only way to get the dog was to say yes to the man."

"My evil plan worked, you see," Tom chimed in, laughing his endearing ehehe

"You used the dog to get the woman? That's next level planning!"

"Well you see, Stephen," Tom said, staring into your eyes with an intensity that made you forget you were on national TV, "I have been in love with this particular woman for seventeen years. And if it had taken adopting an entire three ring circus to finally get her to marry me, that was what I was going to do. Fortunately for our home, one adorable Spaniel was all it took."

"Seventeen years? Really?" Stephen looked back in forth between you, a wealth of unanswered questions in his eyes.

"Indeed. She led me quite a chase, but I wore her down in the end."

"I have a feeling there's a story here," the host said, in huge understatement, "but I'll wait until your next visit for that."

"I'm afraid that story is not suitible for television," Tom demured.

"Well, can you at least give any advice to the fans out there? Some help for the lovelorn?"

"Well, in the end," he said, giving it his usual deep thought, "all I can say is it's all in the timing."

"And that, my friends, is what we call a segue. You can catch the movie in theaters now."

Tom glanced over to you and winked with a cocky grin, and you thought of all the things that had gone between you, the years and passion and the love. You loved this man with everything you had. He might be insufferable, he might occasionally push you beyond your comfort level, but you knew in that moment and every moment that you were loved with a fierce, constant heart. It was the happy ending you had always dreamed of. And it was yours.

                       Notes:        

Thank you all so much for reading. It has been a wonderful story to write.

[wolfpawn]

I Hate You, I Love You, chapter 144

Chapter Summary - Tom is preparing for his stint on the Infinity War junket and wishes to ask Danielle a question, but soon forgets for more pleasurable pursuits.

Previous Chapter

Rating - Mature (some chapters contain smut)

Triggers - references to Tom Hiddleston’s work with the #MeToo Movement. That chapter will be tagged accordingly.

authors Note - I have been working on this for the last 3 years, it is currently 180+ chapters long.  This will be updated daily, so long as I can get time to do so, obviously.

Copyright for the photo is the owners, not mine. All image rights belong to their owners

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Danielle watched as Tom planned his suits and outfits for the time away on the press junket and oversea premieres. Part of her wanted him to stay home, to not go, but it was his job, she had chosen to be with him and thus, knew what his life entailed. This would be one of the biggest junkets of his career, bigger than Ragnarok, it was highly unlikely such an event would ever be repeated. She only had to deal with him being gone for a short time. She could do that. She even had her own work to do, but that still did not mean she did not want it to be them, their dogs and their home in London, or Suffolk if they felt so inclined. After Infinity War, she hoped they could spend a few days in Suffolk. She needed the sea air again.

When she looked to Tom again, she realised that he had been talking to her. 'Elle, is everything ok?'

'Yeah, just thinking.'

'What about?'

'Just when this is over, how we should take a few days in Suffolk.'

'That sounds like heaven.' He confessed. He looked at her cautiously. 'Elle, I need to ask you something, I don't want an answer straight away, I want you to think about it.'

'Tom?'

He began to walk towards her, but after a moment, he stopped. He had been studying her features since the day they had first kissed and in that moment, he realised only for the first time that she had sporadic freckles on her nose and only on there. He smiled, living her unique little nuisances. 'God, you're beautiful.'

'Tom?'

He leant forward and kissed her, forgetting the question he had been so cautiously trying to ask. After she reciprocating, he became more passionate in his manner and before long, the pair were against the wall of the room, Tom holding her against said wall as he kissed her time and again. When he required pulling away from her to breathe, he could see her pupils were wide with arousal. Smirking slightly, he moved to kiss her again. 'My beautiful Elle.' he turned and carried her to the bed, placing her down on it, not caring about his neatly folded underwear and socks that were being tostled in their actions. Kissing her with more intensity, he grinned as he felt her thighs and calves clenched around him and her hips lifted slightly as she attempted to create friction. 'Patience, my Darling.'

'Tom.' She pleaded, yearning for more, feeling herself become more riled up.

'Finally.' Tom grinned. 'I have been waiting too long for a time that you were so incredibly wanton to do this.'

'If you dare start some "delayed gratification" bullshit I will end you.' she growled.

'Oh, this will be far worse.' He promised kissing her before tugging on her bottom lip with his teeth, knowing she would love it. He then began to kiss down her body removing her clothes as he did so, leaving her in just her bra as he made his way to her pants, nipping and kissing her hip bone as he did so. 'God, you are so fucking sexy.'

He toyed with her buttons and zip of her pants before urging her to raise her hips which she did with minor reluctance as she feared what he would do to her next, but her arousal caused her to become curious, knowing that no matter how cruel the teasing could be, she would, by the end of the act, be left satisfied, even if she wished he'd have been less torturous during it.

Tom could see the arousal dampening her underwear as he pulled down her pants. He could tell that she was already wanting his attentions. Chuckling to himself, he gently pressed his lips to her thigh, just outside of her underwear line, loving that it was the delicious dark set he had insisted more than once that she should wear continually. He watched as her arousal grew and as gasps of want filled the room as each press if his lips against the sensitive skin of her inner thighs caused her to become more and more in need of his touch. He spent minutes toying with the perimeter of her underwear before gently pressing his lipd to where he knew her now attention seeking clit would be and was met with a moan. 'So beautiful." He commented as he continued his actions.

Danielle swore several times as he gently nipped and kissed through her underwear. 'Please.' Her hand went to his hair, trying to press down slightly only for Tom to lean up and look her straight in the eye.

'No. No hands.' He smirked, knowing it would cause her to become more frustrated. 'And if you try to move them, I will stop.'

'You cruel bastard.'

'I am merely returning the favour, you've done this more than once.'

'I never stopped, I just pinned you down.' She reminded him, gasping as he gently pursued his lips against her. 'Tom...'

'I love when you say my name like that.' He crawled over her before stopping again by her breasts, gently pulling down one cup of material to find a pert nipple, grinning he licked and pursed his lips around it before glancing to her face, noting the pained expression on her face as she attempted to behave and not just grab some part of him in sexual frustration, but she managed, if only barely.

With some slight hand movements as gesture to do so, he had her lift her hips so he could remove her underwear. 'You're still dressed.'

'I am.'

'Not fair.'

'Darling, I could be clothed or stark naked and you won't be able to notice in a moment.'

'A brave assumption.'

Tom grinned as he brought her hands together and pinned them above his head with one of his before having the other hand open his pants and moaned slightly as he pulled down his pants and boxers, his hand glancing over his straining length for a moment, reminding him of how much he wanted this too. He bit back a moan before stroking himself a few times not that it was required, but enjoying how his reluctance to speed up was irking Danielle, before allowing his body rub against hers in a manner that allowed him to use it to gently rub close to her entrance and over the sensitive bundle of nerves next to it, causing more moans of wanton pleas.

It took a considerable amount of restraint on his own behalf for Tom not to simply enter her and immediately chase pleasure, instead, he did so slowly, allowing her to become used to the intruding size as he did and living the sound of her pleasure at finally having him move things along. When he was fully inside her, be paused for a moment, partly to allow her to adjust and partly to tease her further.

Danielle, frustrated by his actions, or lack thereof, lightly clenched her muscles around him, causing Tom to hiss in pleasure before slowly beginning to move.

Their actions were slow and languid, Tom ensuring that he touched every part of her body that he knew that she liked internally as well as moving his pelvis to rub against hers to include her clit. He looked at her for the entirety of the time, his eyes portraying how much he adored her as he did. For her part, Danielle whined in frustration and pleasure as she attempted to maintain said eye contact, biting her lips together, her teeth dragging over her lower lip as she stifled yet another moan.

When it looked as though she was not going to be able to uphold his command to keep her hands as they were, he learnt on his left elbow as his right hand snaked up to keep them pinned above her head as he kissed her passionately. 'Don't.' he warned.

'Tom.'

Tom didn't need her warning, he could feel Danielle's body tightening slightly around his own, telling him of how much she adored his actions. Instead of wasting energy speaking back to her, he kissed her again and refocused his attentions on the pleasure he was making her feel, ensuring that he rubbed his pelvis against hers as much as was possible, knowing how greatly she adored that.

Though he planned on lasting longer, seeing how Danielle was reacting to him and the feel of her body around his made everything far more intense than Tom could have expected. Adding that to the adoring and loving look in her eyes, he knew he could not stve off his orgasm too much longer. So, focusing his efforts, he continued to look Danielle in the eye as he aimed himself to give her maximum pleasure as quickly as possible, watching her squirm as they did so, her gasps becoming more frequent and intense before finally, his name graced her lips once more and her body gripped his and she fell over the edge and her orgasm took her. The intensity of her pleasure added to his own as mere moments later, Tom too felt his body reach the precipice, forcing himself to look at her as the pinnacle of pleasure took him.

With a chorus of moans and gasps, they ceased to move and tried to catch their breath once more, looking at one another as they did so, a loving smile shared between them.

'I'm going to miss you.' Danielle confessed, toying with his hair.

'You will be too busy.'

'If you honestly think some meetings and wires and holes in the ground will matter more to me than thinking about you, then I fear I have some terrible news for you, Tom Hiddleston.'

'I wish you could come with me.'

'Perhaps in the future. I'll do a lovely meal for your night back on the London stint.'

'Elle?'

'Is this the question from earlier?' she smiled knowingly.

'Could you consider coming to the London premiere with me?' Danielle frowned. 'As my partner.'

'You mean on the carpet?'

'Yes.' She could see the pleading in his features.

She looked at him with uncertainty. 'I will consider it.' His brow furrowed. 'I was terrified at Early Man and that was a relaxed affair, this is Infinity War, everything is so much more intense. I.....I don't want to say anything right now because I am in no fit state to think it through fully and give a competent answer.'

'I understand.' He smiled. 'Elle?' She focused on his eyes again. 'I love you.'

'What a coincidence, because I happen to love you too.' She leant up and kissed him again, cupping his face with her now freed hands.

[nerdforestgirl]

My Seven Favorite Stories

As I previously mentioned, today is seven years since I posted The Cohabitation Experiment (as I usually point out here, I had the title first, so not to be confused with 10.04).  @rgbcn suggested that I take the opportunity to tell you some of my favorite stories.  It was hard to narrow it down to seven, and I’d probably tell you different ones tomorrow.

7.) The Coffee Shop Alternative -- This AU is set in a world where Sheldon and Amy switch places a bit.  This Sheldon is much more loving and affectionate while Amy is a bit more standoffish.

6.) Sheldon Sings Soft Kitty -- This was the first time I ever wrote a story about Sheldon as a parent.  It’s a very sweet and caring side to him.

5.) The Romantic Astonishment -- The only non-Shamy story on this list.  In this story Raj meets a handsome scientist named Lincoln Hart.  Raj fights his feelings for Lincoln, but love wins out in the end.  I don’t have a lot of OCs, but Lincoln is my favorite.  Even after I fell in love with Anu, Lincoln still has a big piece of my heart.

4.) Press Junket -- This is my story from last year’s Fluff Crawlspace (the anniversary of Sheldon and Amy meeting).  I like this one because it’s one of the first that I wrote post finale with Sheldon and Amy being adorable together.  Just because the show is over, it doesn’t mean that the characters have left my heart.

3.) Kissing in the Rain -- Sheldon and Amy travel to Texas for Georgie’s wedding.  My favorite part of this story is that it’s Sheldon and Amy against the world rather than against each other.

2.) Disneyland Proposal -- Disneyland is one of my favorite places in the world.  In this story, Amy is leaving for two months for work.  It spurs Sheldon to propose to Amy.  I loved this story enough that I commissioned @rgbcn to do this drawing.  It’s still the lock screen on my iPad.

1.) The Enchantment Alternative -- My story about if Sheldon and Amy were wizards.  It’s so funny because this story came from a throwaway mention in a story that I struggled to write, but in my opinion, this is the only actually good story I have ever written.

[randomvarious]

The Spencer Davis Group - “Gimme Some Lovin’” Dick Clark's All-Time Hits, Vol. 3 Song released in 1966. Compilation released in 1990. Blue-Eyed Soul / R&B / Garage Rock / Blues-Rock / Pop-Rock / Beat / Mod

From critic Bill Dahl:

His ferocious soul-drenched vocals belying his tender teenage years, Stevie Winwood powered the Spencer Davis Group's three biggest U.S. hits during their brief life span as one of the British Invasion's most convincing R&B-based combos.

Guitarist Davis formed the band with Winwood on organ, his brother Muff Winwood on bass, and drummer Peter York. Signing on with producer Chris Blackwell, the quartet got their first hit (the blistering "Keep on Running") from another of Blackwell's acts, West Indian performer Jackie Edwards. After topping the British charts in 1965, the song struggled on the lower reaches of the U.S. Hot 100.

The group's two hottest sellers were self-penned projects. "Gimme Some Lovin'" and "I'm a Man" were searing showcases for the adolescent Winwood's gritty vocals and blazing keyboards and the band's pounding rhythms. Although they burned up the charts even on the other side of the ocean in 1967, the quartet never capitalized on their fame with an American tour. At the height of their power, Winwood left to form Traffic, leaving Davis without his dynamic frontman. The bandleader focused on producing other acts, including a Canadian ensemble called the Downchild Blues Band during the early '80s.

Although they were called The Spencer Davis Group, their star was not Spencer Davis. It was undoubtedly Steve Winwood. They only called themselves The Spencer Davis Group because the other members didn’t want to do press junkets and interviews and it was assumed that the man whose name headlines the band would be the one to represent them. But Winwood, whose combined expertise as a vocalist, drummer, and pianist was about fifteen or sixteen years old with the release of SDG’s first single in 1964. Two years later, they released their most iconic single, “Gimme Some Lovin’,” which, ironically fared worse on the UK charts than some of their previous efforts. However, in retrospect, “Gimme Some Lovin’” is almost unanimously recognized as the band’s best single, and has been ranked #247 on Rolling Stone’s list of the 500 greatest songs of all time.

There’s also a pretty good story behind the song. Sometimes a perfect song might take months to flesh out, and other times, it might take half an hour. “Gimme Some Lovin’” falls in the latter category

From Wikipedia, followed by a quote from the liner notes of  Eight Gigs A Week: The Spencer Davis Group - The Steve Winwood Years:

At the time, the group was under pressure to come up with another hit, following the relatively poor showing of their previous single, "When I Come Home", written by Jamaican-born musician Jackie Edwards, who had also penned their earlier number one hits, "Keep On Running" and "Somebody Help Me". The band auditioned and rejected other songs Edwards offered them, and they let the matter slide until, with a recording session looming, manager Chris Blackwell took them to London, put them in a rehearsal room at the Marquee Club, and ordered them to come up with a new song.

"We started to mess about with riffs, and it must have been eleven o'clock in the morning. We hadn't been there half an hour, and this idea just came. We thought, bloody hell, this sounds really good. We fitted it all together and by about twelve o'clock, we had the whole song. Steve had been singing 'Gimme, gimme some loving' - you know, just yelling anything, so we decided to call it that. We worked out the middle eight and then went to a cafe that's still on the corner down the road. Blackwell came to see how we were going on, to find our equipment set up and us not there, and he storms into the cafe, absolutely screaming, 'How can you do this?' he screams. Don't worry, we said. We were all really confident. We took him back, and said, how's this for half an hour's work, and we knocked off 'Gimme Some Lovin' and he couldn't believe it. We cut it the following day and everything about it worked. That very night we played a North London club and tried it out on the public. It went down a storm. We knew we had another No. 1."

Steve Winwood was raised on a mix of American black music, from R&B, to blues, to early rock & roll. One of his first gigs was in a jazz group with his brother as the Muff-Woody Jazz Band, which actually led them one night to meet Spencer Davis. But no one left as much of an impression on young Winwood as Ray Charles. In fact, when producer Chris Blackwell first saw this teenager sing, he described him as “Ray Charles on helium,” which is a pretty apt description, given what he sounds like on “Gimme Some Lovin’.”

There’s in fact two different versions of “Gimme Some Lovin’.” First, there was the British one that peaked at #2 and then there was this, the American one that peaked at #7. This version is a bit faster, has a little more percussion (the cowbell clinks and tambourine!), and is overall livelier. There’s a nice addition of female backup singers on the chorus and the opening line in the second verse is different from that of the UK version. Some of the overdubs on this are actually provided by members of what would be Winwood’s next band, Traffic. And although this song is known and cherished for its mix of Winwood’s rollicking, freewheeling organ playing and his incredible, powerfully soulful voice (he was, like, 18 years old!), he provides the piano and lead guitar as well. Incredible stuff for someone so young with some fantastic production to boot.

Following “Gimme Some Lovin’,” it wouldn’t be long until Winwood felt he had outgrown his usefulness in Spencer Davis Group. He would then form the incredible band, Traffic, and later on Blind Faith with Eric Clapton. In the 80s, Winwood would contribute pop hits like “Higher Love” and “Roll With It,” and in the early 2000s, Eric Prydz would sample a line from his 1982 song, “Valerie,” to produce the global dance hit, “Call on Me.”

Steve Winwood’s adoration in the UK didn’t start with “Gimme Some Lovin’,” but it sure did in the US. An iconic, classic piece from the mid-60s that reflects a mix of a whole bunch of different genres and styles.

[emiliachrstine]

okay this is a weird question but you know how the marvel cast pairs up for each press tour? so like sebastian and anthony are always together for interviews and stuff but like chris evans switches based on the movie. who do you think astrid would be paired with for each movie she's in?

OMG NO IT’S NOT WEIRD I LOVE QUESTIONS LIKE THESE!!! Okay let’s break it down by movie

Iron Man (a few small appearances) - if she does any interviews for this film I see her doing solo ones

Iron Man 2 (again just a few appearances) - I don’t see her doing interviews for this one

The Avengers - the first occasion of her being paired up and it’s with RDJ who is her interview partner for most interviews. And then on a few occasions she gets paired with Evans. 

The Winter Soldier - EVANS. HANDS DOWN. THAT’S HER INTERVIEW BUDDY AND I IMAGINE IT BEING AN ICONIC PRESS JUNKET

Iron Man 3 (brief appearance) - she doesn’t do press for it but I see her talking about it during an appearance on a talk show and of course she can’t tell why she appears in the film.

Age of Ultron - this one I see her pair up with almost everyone. The two she’s paired with the most are again RDJ and Evans but she is also paired with Hemsworth at one point and it’s chaotic as hell. They’re the brotp no one thought they needed but wanted all along

Ant-Man (one cameo) - no interviews. too busy filming civil war plus no one was supposed to know that she and anthony were having cameos.

Civil War - almost strictly paired with Evans. She does a trio interview with Emily and Anthony, and then a quartet with Emily, Anthony, and Jake which like HOLY HELL Jake and Anthony get along too well and chaos ensues.

Far From Home (one cameo) - no interviews. no one knew she was going to appear

Infinity War - Okay much like how I noticed with the actual press junket, the OG avengers didn’t really do that much for press. I feel like most of the people who did press for IW were the ones who got dusted. So I think Astrid would do maybe like one or two group interviews in which she’s finally paired up with Sebastian which like adorable duo let me just say. But other than that, Astrid is off doing another movie and can’t attend most of the interviews.

Endgame - Again, Evans is her main buddy because the audience is venturing to the end of their character’s journey. She does a few with RDJ and Scarlett. A trio interview with Mark and Evans. She would absolutely be apart of that roundtable interview with all of the OG Avengers because dammit she is an OG Avenger. And does one with Paul Rudd because she requested it and wouldn’t stop pestering the team to pair them up. Also, she has to pair up with Jake at one point because that’s her BFF. Literally almost everyone. It’s the end of the road, gotta go out with a bang.

Homecoming (appearance at the end) - no interviews. no one knew she was in it. Until a paparazzi shot of her on set was released and she was questioned about it on a talk show and she was just all  ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

[spellbound-banshee]

Hey😌👋🏻 Idk if you're still taking in requests but if you are, could I request 25."You're the only person I wanted to be with tonight" (fluff) × Timothée Chalamet Thanks for sharing your talent with us.🙏🏻😌

Of course! Love my soft boy Lil’ Timmy Tim ; I hope you enjoy it and thank you so much for the kind words!

“ You’re the only person I wanted to be with tonight “

They’d started advertising Timothee’s movie “Little Women” earlier than expected. It was exciting, sure, but it meant Timothee suddenly had to leave to go do photoshoots, press junkets and other premiere things that you had no involvement in. Of course, you knew what you signed up for and you were extremely happy for him, but it hurts more the longer he’s gone.

“You’ll see me soon, mon amour. I promise.”

“How soon?” You basically whined. You heard his light laugh over the phone, bringing a smile to your face and warmth quickly to your heart.

“Soon enough, I swear. I have to go now, but we’ll talk soon alright?”

“Okay... I love you.” You sighed, keeping the phone to your ear and desperate to hear him say it back.

“Je t'aime aussi, goodnight ma fleur.” (I love you too, goodnight my flower).

You smiled as if he could see you and hung up the phone. He knew you loved to hear him speak French, especially when he came up with little nicknames to call you. He especially loved hearing you learn French, thinking it was adorable when you messed up a word or two but googled what he was saying so you’d know.

Suddenly, you heard something thud downstairs, and you quickly shot up in surprise. Fear quickly started to overtake your body but nonetheless you sneakily slipped out of bed to grab your baseball bat from the closet. With 911 on speed dial and a bat in your hands, you crept down the stairs, near trembling with anxiety wrecking your brain. It was so dark, you could barely see anything, but you could see a tall shadow reaching for something in the kitchen.

You yelped, thinking they were going to grab a knife and swung the bat in their direction. “Woah! Merde! (Y/n)?” The hand that was reaching for the “knife” quickly turned the kitchen lights on. Your mouth dropped open when you saw Timothee standing in front of you, a wide and cheeky smile on his face.

“I’m so sorry, mon amour, it was supposed to be a surprise and I would wake you up in the morning with-” You quickly cut him off by crashing your body against his in a strong embrace. He nearly fell over but grabbed the counter to steady himself, he was lightheaded from exhaustion so they definitely didn’t help.

“I’m so happy you’re here.” You whisper into his chest, happy tears flowing freely down your cheeks. “But… I thought you had a meeting to go to? Another cold read?” He chuckled, you knew Timothee’s schedule as well as he did.

“I had them cancel it, amour.” He pulled you back in for the tight embrace, burying his face into your neck. “You’re the only person I wanted to be with tonight.”

You blushed at his words, pulling him down and tighter into the embrace. “How long?”

“2 days, but we have all the time in the world.” You squealed as he quickly picked you up by your thighs and carried you up the stairs. You were both giggling by the time you got to the bedroom, completely enraptured in each other.

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[intothedanvers-e]

Interview Jitters (pt.2)

Word Count: 1.1k Pairing: Tom Holland x reader

Summary: A few months after your previous press junket Y/N and Tom had finally started dating. Not too long into the relationship, Y/N had begun auditions for the role of Captain Marvel and luckily got it! Because you guys were the youngest members of the MCU and the hottest new superheroes everyone was obsessed with, in the months following the Avengers: Infinity War madness you guys were put together to do interviews and panels at events like Comic-Cons. You two had decided to keep a secret from the fans; you were just getting used to the influx of people who were supporting you and you feared that because you two had already been shipped so much that your relationship would be put on an unrealistic pedestal. However, of course, your boyfriend had a hard time not starting at you and smiling like an idiot in love during these things and the fans were starting to become more and more suspicious. Author’s Note: whaddup someone requested a pt.2 to this and seeing all the ugly that went down at that one event with those certain people made me want to give yall some nice fluff bc we all deserve it! also i hit bad writers block with my series young dumb and broke and didnt update when i was supposed to and i feel real bad and ill hopefully have the next chapter by the end of the week ok. if you ever have a request or something for me pls don’t ever hesitate to send it to me! Also feedback is always welcomed!! love yall <33

Here’s Part One!

Here’s my Masterlist!

You and Tom were laying lazily in bed waiting to be escorted to your designated events at Comic-Con. It was your second day there and luckily you were always put together to do stuff so you got to spend a lot of time with your boyfriend. While waiting you two were just scrolling through your socials. You were checking twitter and noticed you were getting a large amount of screenshots sent to you of Tom staring at you with heart eyes during an interview. A lot of tweets all said something along the lines of “are you sure nothing is going on between you guys?”

You smiled and pointed your phone in his direction.

“Baaabe you need to stop,” you said giggling.

“Stop what?! That’s just my face love!” he said trying his best to seem innocent.

“You know what I mean babe!”

“I’m sorry that I’m dating the best girl in the world and my face isn’t doing a good job of hiding it!”

You climbed into his lap and quickly pecked him on the lips.

“You know what I mean spidey.”

He smiled into the kiss and leaned his forehead against yours.

“Why can’t we just tell them?”

“In due time my love,” you said giving him a reassuring smile.

There was a knock at the door and the to of you embarked on your day full of activities.

After a while of photo ops and signing things you finally embarked on a few interviews. The both of you recognized one of the interviewers which was the same woman who did the interview where she showed you the clip of Tom. You both smiled at her and greeted her with a hug.

“What a small world!” Tom said as you both sat in front of the woman.

“It’s so nice to see you both again Y/N, Tom!”

“It’s nice to see you too! It’s genuinely nice to see a familiar face amongst the madness,” you said smiling.

“Now not only are you too in the same movie but you guys get to play such iconic characters in one of the biggest movie franchises in the world! Y/N, getting a role like the iconic Captain Marvel must be so overwhelming. What was that process like? How have the fans been reacting?”

“Oh my god it was overwhelming. I remember a lot of 3 a.m. phone calls to this guy over here and I was just bawling after one of the auditions yelling about how I would never get the part because I wasn’t good enough for that and now fast forward a few months and I’m here and its all getting so real!”

“You didn’t think you’d get the part? Are you insane?!”

“She for some reason always doubts her skills! Like I spent a majority of the phone call telling her to calm down and that she was genuinely one of the best actresses ever. Also she did so much research she had comics and stuff always strewn about her apartment, I knew in the back of my mind there’s no way she can’t get this part. Are you joking? Also I wouldn’t doubt Marvel would hire her based off personality alone.”

“Took a lot of trips to her apartment there eh?”

“Well no I mean we’d facetime sometimes too,” he said leaning into his hand, using some of his fingers to cover the cheeky smile he had on his face.

“Also the fans have been super nice! I was quite scared to enter a franchise like this considering the fans will either love ya or hate ya but I’ve gotten mostly good feedback! I think people were just happy to have me and this kid back in action together,” you said trying to change the subject in an inconspicuous way.

“Okay so I know the fans have a lot of questions about the two of you and your love life, but I have a question I feel I have to really get off my chest. Who do you guys reckon would win in a battle: Captain Marvel or Spider-Man?”

“Captain Marvel. No doubt about it, no questions asked, no discussions needed,” you said instantly with a huge smile on your face.

“Excuse me? I reckon Spider-Man would put up a good fight.”

“Oh yeah there’s no doubt in my mind that Spider-Man would definitely try his best, I’m just saying Captain Marvel would absolutely crush him.”

“Why?”

“Okay look spoiler alert if you haven’t watched Infinity War,” you said looking into the camera, “but who does Nick Fury contact to save the world? Captain Marvel. All the while spidey is too busy being dust in someone’s vacuum cleaner. That alone should be an indication of the sheer power that is Captain Marvel.”

You sat there looking into the camera with a proud smile on your face.

“Now that was a low blow,” he said smiling at you.

“I mean she has got a point,” the interviewer said amidst laughter.

After a few more questions the two of you finished the interview and moved on to a panel that included a fan Q & A. The two of you were enjoying answering questions and being able to have some friendly banter. Suddenly the next person asking a question was what seemed like a young mother with a child.

“Hiiii um, my 5-year-old Hunter has a question for you Y/N.”

You got super excited and even stepped closer to the edge of the stage and knelt to look at the tiny five-year-old who was dressed as a tiny StarLord.

“Oh my god hi Hunter!! You are so adorable buddy! What’s your question?”

“Hi Y/N, um, my question is if you would be my girlfriend?”

The crowd erupted in aw’s and cheers. You smiled at the tiny five-year-old.

“Of course Hunter. I would never say no to a little tiny StarLord like you!”

The crowd started clapping and aw-ing again.

“Dude did you just steal my girlfriend?” Tom said amidst laughter.

The crowd erupted in screams. You sat at the edge of the stage and immediately started dying of laughter. You turned back to look at Tom who was trying to hide his red face with his hands but who was also dying of laughter. You could tell he let it slip out without thinking about it.

“Wait so are you guys dating?” the moderator said trying to get a clear answer.

“Are we all surprised that it was Tom that let this cat out of the bag?” you said walking back to the couch and taking a seat a little closer to Tom.

He wrapped one of his arms around and pulled you in for a quick kiss, causing the crowd to go crazy once again.

“Hey, at least this one is far less embarrassing than the last time! This time people actually know you like me back” he said smiling at you.

Taglist: @smilealways19 @tom-hollands-eyelash @colourful-fandoms-ruined-my-blog @cutiepie-holland @hollandlovely (bc we talked about this and were emo) 

[silentauroriamthereal]

So. I met Benedict Cumberbatch the other night. 

I’m still processing, honestly, and the big thing that I need to write is another letter to him, one which I assume going in that he will never read (I can’t even imagine the volume of fanmail he must receive!), but I’ll still write it because I need to say it, even if it’s never read. In this post I want to talk about some of the stuff I want to say there, so I’m just kind of working through my thoughts here. 

This is going to be long, and a little emotional, so I’m putting it behind a cut to spare your dashes (among other things!). 

I have a few different things to say about the entire thing. First, let me just go through the evening as it unfolded: 

I managed to buy a ticket to the New York debut of Letters Live. I’ve adored the concept of this event since the first time they held it and when I found out they were doing one in New York right during the tiny window of when I was going to be there, I jumped at the opportunity, though the tickets were uncomfortably expensive for me. There is literally no other living person that I would have been more excited to see perform and potentially have a tiny chance to meet, though, and the timing seemed almost foreordained, so I did it. 

The event was phenomenal. A gigantic wall of a human was seated in front of me - an unpleasant man who was approximately 10 metres tall and 5 metres wide, and I’m 5′4, so... yeah. I waited until after the first act and managed to slip into a much better seat, hahaha! The performance was so well-planned, I thought. The selection of letters was specially curated for an American audience, with most of the content written by Americans. To hear Rose McGowan read her own letter to the Hollywood higher-ups was chillingly powerful, as was hearing Toni Morrison’s letter to Barack Obama. There were several letters funny enough to make me cry with laughter, and to my pleased surprise one of these was read by another well-loved actor of mine, Tom Hollander (who I keep feeling so sorry for these days - people must confuse him with Tom Holland all the time, and they’re not remotely similar, lol). Benedict’s first letter was an absolutely hilarious one that just went around facebook about a month ago, written by a Canadian man apologizing for having absolutely trashed, via a flock of seagulls, his hotel room in Victoria eighteen years ago. He also read one of the Chris Barker/Bessie Moore exchanges with Loo Brealey, and finished the evening with Stewart Stern’s incredibly stirring and moving letter to the family of James Dean following his death. 

Listen: seeing Benedict perform live, with my own two naked eyes, breathing the same air as him - it may sound ridiculous, but that alone was profoundly moving to me. Just seeing him, period. Then seeing him perform - breathtaking. And then hearing him read this particular letter was just - it’s hard to even put it into words. I felt a little as though I was hearing him read what could be his own epitaph. Listen to these words: 

A star goes wild in the places beyond air — a dark star born of coldness and invisible. It hits the upper edges of our atmosphere and look! It is seen! It flames and arcs and dazzles. It goes out in ash and memory. But its after-image remains in our eyes to be looked at again and again. For it was rare. And it was beautiful. And we thank God and nature for sending it in front of our eyes. So few things blaze. So little is beautiful. Our world doesn't seem equipped to contain its brilliance too long. Ecstasy is only recognizable when one has experienced pain. Beauty only exists when set against ugliness. Peace is not appreciated without war ahead of it. How we wish that life could support only the good. But it vanishes when its opposite no longer exists as a setting. It is a white marble on unmelting snow. And Jimmy stands clear and unique in a world where much is synthetic and dishonest and drab. He came and rearranged our molecules.

I mean, this is exactly how I already feel about the nature of Ben’s talent, the privilege I feel at being allowed to experience it in any way, in any medium. He has a talent that lights up the cosmos and I’m just so grateful to the universe that this talent exists and has been given a place to be seen and witnessed by the rest of us. His talent blazes, and my life is the richer for being able to experience it. 

I tried really, really, really hard not to hope too much to have a chance to meet him at the stage door after. It’s kind of impossible not to hope, but I told myself sternly that I already never thought I would have the chance to see him perform in person, and it really would have been enough. I’d joked to my friends before leaving for New York that if he so much as laid his own two beautiful eyes on me and actually saw me, heard my voice, any of that, that I could die in peace. I’ve never expected that, though, to have any sort of fleeting brush of contact like that. It’s not the nature of the way a person like him relates to a person like me. In fact, allow me a tangential paragraph here: 

Being a fan can feel one-sided. I know everything that a person can possibly know about a person whom I have never met. I can guarantee that I have seen, read, or listened to every interview he’s done, ever, with very, very few exceptions. ALL of the press junkets. I could have written his imdb page. Like many of us! I know every line on his beautiful face. I know the freckles on his skin, the tendons of his forearms and calves. I know every part of his physicality that’s ever been shown to the public, and with him, that’s a fair bit! His voice is my ringtone (it’s a clip of Sherlock saying “it’s a text alert; it means I’ve got a text”) and his voice is more dearly familiar to me than most of the people I know personally. I know his facial expressions, though he’s constantly reinventing the way the muscles of his face can move for every new role he plays. I’ve analyzed his accents from a phonetics standpoint. In short, I know everything that’s possible for someone like me to know about someone like him. And he knows nothing about me - not my name, not what I do, not what I eat, not my voice or my talents or my eyes or fingernails or passions or pet peeves - not of my existence, full stop. But that doesn’t mean that our relationship - and bear with me on that word - is one-sided. This is how it works: he gives. He gives and gives and gives. Benedict doesn’t phone it in. He BLAZES. He burned through so much energy playing Hamlet (any wonder, have you seen him in it???) in the summer of 2016 that one of the reasons Dr. Strange had to push back its filming schedule was to give him the chance to bulk up again after the play’s run. Benedict commits, and like the aforementioned star analogy, he radiates energy to every possible point of contact around him. THIS is his side of the relationship: he blazes out his talent/energy/love/passion/commitment, and we receive it, and the appreciation and love and passion we feel in return for it is something that we share with each other, not with him. That’s how fandom works: it’s not a direct thing. Not in the standard, interpersonal way. He shines; we turn to each other rather than to him, to talk about how it made us feel, how it moved us, how it excited us and made us laugh and inspired us. Somehow, this entire experience crystallized this for me perfectly. 

Now, back to the stage door: there was an absolute CRUSH of people at the barricades. I don’t want to talk about this part too much because it was extremely unpleasant. We had to wait for a long time. I would have stayed until he left the building, no matter how long it took, unless it would have made me look like a total creep, because that’s not something I ever want to do to someone I admire. He did come out eventually, and that’s when the pushing and screaming started. I once said that I would never scream at a celebrity, and I didn’t. The crowd, unfortunately, was a mix of three groups of people: 1. aggressive paparazzi 2. aggressive fanboys who had brought comic book shit for Ben to sign so that they could sell it on ebay 3. genuine fans. Guess which group was not at all problematic?? Turns out I was standing right in a knot of #2′s, and because they were hollering at him, like screaming at him to get over there and sign their shit, Ben went over to the other side of the barricade to sign stuff there. He told off one of the paps and said he was there to be with the “real people”, which I appreciated. He did come back near us, and I had the briefest of moments to talk to him. I thanked him for not having become a lawyer, and he laughed. Everyone was thrusting stuff in his face and yelling. I just had my little ticket from the show, and the comic book manchildren kept putting their stuff on top of mine. Ben finally said he was going back inside, that his wife was there waiting for him, but he turned back toward me and I managed to ask (possibly plead) if he would sign my ticket. He looked me in the eye then, smiled, and said, “Of course”. 

I stammered out a congratulations on Patrick Melrose and he smiled again and said thank you, while he was signing. But that one moment of eye contact is all I wanted. He looked at me, and he saw me. And I made him laugh. 

I was literally almost suffocated by the awful people around me, none of which were: a) female, or b) actual fans. I’ve thought sometimes, while watching videos of Benedict on the red carpet, with all of those media folk screaming at him to turn this way, smile into their camera, all of that, that it feels very much like harassment. I know that people in his position know that it comes with the job, that the fame and riches are supposed to be the offset of having no privacy, of being followed by media and fans alike, quite literally, of being shrieked and barked at like they’re trained performing animals (which I don’t like, either!). I know he knows that, but it doesn’t mean that it’s pleasant in any way. He handles it like a pro, because he is in every way a consummate professional. But it can’t be pleasant for him. He’s incredibly, extraordinarily generous with his time. As a performer myself, I know how I feel when I’ve just finished a solo concert or an opera - I feel like taking off my heels and fancy dress, putting on pyjama pants and relaxing every muscle I have on a couch somewhere, preferably with a tall drink in hand. Performing Hamlet is considered one of the most demanding male roles in the English theatrical repertoire, yet Benedict would not only perform it a stunning eight times per week, but then sometimes spend up to THREE HOURS signing autographs and taking selfies after. If he chooses to limit how long he gets screamed at by aggressive, even violent paps and shitheads who just want to use his signature for money, good for him! I respect that, even if I felt incredibly sorry for the people further back who didn’t get to have that, one brief moment of contact with this person we all admire so very, very deeply. And so, because of this, because of seeing firsthand how gross people are to him and just the sheer volume of what he puts up with for our sake, so that some of us, at least, can have that tiny moment, I don’t think I would do it again, if only to reduce that volume by one teeny tiny amount. I got my one, deeply, deeply hoped-for, fleeting, searing moment of contact. It’s all that I could have asked for. He saw me, and I had the chance to say some tiny part of my gratitude to him for what he gives of himself to all of us. That’s all I wanted. 

The wait, the near-suffocation, all of that, was worth it, to win that one precious moment. I clutched my precious ticket and fought my way out of the crowd and wandered dazedly off toward the subway, through late Friday night Times Square crowds, feeling so much that I didn’t even know how to process it. I felt like I was about to burst into tears and I couldn’t have even said why or whether I was happy or sad or possibly a cornucopia of every human emotion ever. I felt - and still feel - a bit like I just had a brush with an actual, blazing sun. It was shattering, and I will be forever changed by it. I am so grateful. 

[elenatria]

i don't want to think about hiddlesworth "bromance" cooling off :(

Oh god…. 3

Personally I have three ways of approaching this.

1) The lame-ass but most realistic one: Tom was too busy working on Hamlet to promote “Ragnarok” with Chris as much as he used to do. No crazy press junkets, no photo shoots, just that one chinese interview together. Let’s not forget Chris has three kids now and filming in Brisbane was a great bonus for him. And if I can judge by that rock-paper-scissors vid, they were both too tired and too overwhelmed by Taika and Jeff’s presence to try to fit in some jokes and teasing of their own.

2) Marvel doesn’t really care to promote the Hiddlesworth bromance anymore. This is even worse because I can’t imagine the same people who probably had a part in the famous Moscow photo session, or even encouraged them to say “I love Chris Hemsworth, and Chris Hemsworth loves me” and “But then when (Chris) smiles it’s all ok” are not interested in that anymore. They probably knew back then the bromance sells (remember Robert Downey Jr and Jude Law in “Sherlock Holmes”?), and they know it now. So what happened? Was Marvel  only interested in promoting Thor/Hulk? It’s cute and fitting and fanboyish but it’s not as appealing, is it? Also, given the AMOUNT of Thorki fan service Taika gave us, and how he is more interested in showing men loving each other than fist fights, and how he himself is so touchy-feely with his actors and is not ashamed to admit how gorgeous and yummy Chris is, it’s weird that Marvel didn’t take advantage of that.

Then again, we all remember “The Dark World” promos and clips and interviews, and how it was ALL about Thorki, right? There were clips  that were not even included in the film, like “Hitting doesn’t solve everything, brother”, a phrase which, coming from Tom’s british lips, deliberately sounded a LOT like “kissing”. Or “If you trusted me you’d be the fool I always took you for”. And really, Loki “died” early on in the film so there wasn’t as much Loki screen time as one would expect. But Marvel knew Loki sells and so did his  bromance with Thor, hence those Thorki promos.

Which brings me to my worst scenario:

3) Life has changed them both and they just can’t act like they did 6-7 years ago. They’re not young enthusiastic ready-for-anything unknown actors anymore who’d do anything to impress Natalie Portman and the unsuspecting audience. Chris is too busy being there for his kids, having real-life stuff to deal with, and Tom is probably trying to keep a balance between being the serious theatre actor that he is and the superstar who tries his best to remain in the limelight. I remember last summer seeing his vid for UNICEFIreland where he put his Loki wig on saying “He’s back” and I was like… (to my shame, I admit) “…Is Loki still relevant? Yes Thor:Ragnarok etc etc but this is not 2012 anymore.” Well he was doing what he does best: being Loki, getting ready to be adored once more. In that same period I don’t know if his very public romance with Taylor Swift was just a publicity stunt to get people talking about him again, or if it was part of his James Bond PR. I don’t know why it had to be so public, why he was so eager to be seen. This all looks a lot like stress to me, like there was too much pressure on him to be in the spotlight again. 

Finally I don’t know if his relationship with Chris has changed. I don’t know if Tom’s just… tired, you know? And let’s not forget that single people find it hard to relate to their now married and “serious” friends. Even if their friendship doesn’t change and the strong feelings remain the same, marriage keeps those friends too busy.

However I’m sure Hiddlesworth isn’t done with us yet. I’m sure they still have strong and tender feelings for each other. Maybe we’ll get a new surge of Hiddlesworth love from them with the upcoming “Infinity War”. Tom is still an honourary Hemsworth,  they’re still “brothers from another mother”.  I’m quite positive the affection between them is genuine and we’ve got this one pic to prove it: 

In short,

Hiddlesworth lives.

[wazafam]

With actors having such busy lives, as they go from film sets to jet-setting around the world for press junkets, it seems like they barely get a minute to themselves. However, of the little spare time they do get, there are a surprising amount of actors who choose to use that time playing World of Warcraft, Halo, or any other first-person shooter or sports game.

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Some actors will even go to extreme lengths in order to play their favorite games. Whether it’s disappearing off the face of the Earth and moving to South Africa or starting a gaming podcast, these actors will do just about anything so they can be left alone and pick up the DualShock.

10 Matthew Perry

With Matthew Perry throwing himself into the role of Chandler in Friends, the two are very much the same, as they have both shown a passion for video games in the past.

Perry’s favorite games are the Fallout series, as he’s said that he once got carpal tunnel from playing it so much, and when he appeared on Ellen 11 years, ago he presented the talk show host with her own copy of one of the games. And there are even images out there of him and Snoop Dogg playing games together.

9 Will Arnett

Will Arnett has said himself that he’s a gamer at heart, and he loves the communal experience of it more than anything, as he’s often playing multiplayer games online on Xbox Live.

The Arrested Development actor plays mostly sports games and first-person shooters, as he’s a big fan of the FIFA series and Call of Duty. Being such a fan of video-games, Arnett actually had his own podcast called Game Chat, in which he invited other famous gamers as guests on the show.

8 Vin Diesel

Not only does the Fast & Furious series have a video-game series of its own, but Vin Diesel got his very own video game in 2009. Wheelman was marketed almost as if it was a movie. Diesel's name is on the box and the big selling point was how action movie-like the game played.

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He wasn’t so invested in the game just because it was another money maker, but because the actor actually has an adoration for video games. But more than any racing game, shoot-em-up, or even any console game for that matter, Vin Diesel is more of a tabletop gamer, as he loves Dungeons and Dragons.

7 Jamie Lee Curtis

Being possibly the biggest gamer of the lot, Jamie Lee Curtis has been extremely active in the gaming community ever since her son introduced her to Street Fighter. The actress famous for Halloween, Trading Places, and True Lies is obsessed with League of Legends and loves the fan worship aspect of it all.

She has also been known to cosplay as her favorite video-game characters and has even auctions off props from her movies to raise money for Twin Galaxies - her company that is attempting to legitimize eSports.

6 Samuel L. Jackson

Samuel L. Jackson has loved video-games for a good few decades. On many occasions, he’s mentioned how much he loves Pong and has an obsession with sports games too (although the latter might a joke).

Jackson is more involved in the video-game world than just playing them, as he’s one of the famous people who voiced a character in Grand Theft Auto: corrupt cop Officer Frank Tenpenny. On top of that, his likeness is even an unlockable skin in Fortnite and he hosted the E3 gaming convention in 2019, and the VGAs on several occasions too.

5 Daniel Craig

It’s hard to believe that Daniel Craig is a big gamer, considering how serious and mannered he comes across both in movies and in everyday life. However, not only has he lent his likeness and voice to a couple of them, but he loves playing them too.

Craig has said that if he wasn’t so busy, he would waste his life away playing video games noted that his favorite ones are those with detailed storylines. In an alternate reality, he would have made a great Nathan Drake in the Uncharted adaptation or even a great Sully.

4 Megan Fox

It’s no secret how much of a gamer Megan Fox is, as she’s always been excited to chat about her love of playing Halo: Reach online. And she told Collider, other gamers online would make fun of her username without actually knowing that it was her behind the controller.

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She even expressed not just interest but demanded that she play Kitana if there was ever a Mortal Kombat reboot back in 2016. And with the reboot getting released later this year, Fox is unfortunately absent. However, it’s clear that only Martial arts experts were cast.

3 Michael Fassbender

With so many Assassin’s Creed games that revolve around a rich concept with some spectacularly cinematic locations, it was only a matter of time until the hugely popular game series was adapted for the big screen.

In it, Michael Fassbender plays the main role, and though he has admitted to never having played the series before being cast in the movie, the actor confessed to being a huge gamer.

Though he has calmed down in recent years, as he said that he found himself up at 8:30am still playing, Fassbender was always into racing games. However, after being cast in Assassin’s Creed, he has since become a fan of the games.

2 Dave Chapelle

After Chappelle’s Show came to an abrupt end, the actor and comedian reportedly dealt with the grieving process by playing a ton of World of Warcraft. The actor even left LA and moved to a remote location in South Africa so he could play it in peace.

And though it’s a far cry from World of Warcraft, the comedian was even in talks to write the Grand Theft Auto-clone Saints Row for THQ. The developer wanted to take a “Dave Chappelle approach,” but when in talks with him, Chappelle apparently wanted too much control over the final product.

1 Mila Kunis

Besides starring in so many romantic comedies, Mila Kunis has revealed that is a massive gamer. The Family Guy star was introduced to the video-game world by her former boyfriend, Macaulay Caulkin.

The actress has confessed to being a huge fan of both Call of Duty and World of Warcraft, as she was a member of a ton of different WoW guilds. However, she has since given up talking to other gamers as one of them recognized her voice.

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Spencer James

Lacey Sheridan

The hour was dark but it was the only quiet she had gotten today. With Hicks and Brooke on the road and working and Rori being so pregnant, Lacey had a full house for the time being. The normal routine was the girls went with Hicks for part of the week and it was just one kid in the house but now they were dealing with all three at once. Lacey wasn't complaining about spending extra time, she was just exhausted doing it all on her own and working. With everyone asleep, she was finally able to sit down and answer emails for work and personal ones. Sifting through some clients and the large thread she had with Brooke keeping her updated of day to day occurrences, she spotted a name she hadn't seen in a long time. Spencer James was a woman she would never forget. The pair met under the most dramatic of circumstances but it forged an everlasting bond. Without Spence, Lacey wouldn't exist and vice verse after that one horrible night.

Reading through what she had been up to left her curious but relieved that she was settling into something resembling a normal life. The brunette female definitely had a story to tell so the normalcy of wife and motherhood was probably a welcomed relief. Hitting the reply button, she began to type.

To: spencer.james@gmail.com

Cc:

Subject: Re: I suck at saying hi.

She lives! Haha I know you're busy so I'll save you the nagging Mom act. I'm so glad to hear things are going so well. Honestly, if finances permit it? Stay home. Motherhood is a job in itself and far more rewarding than walking any beat as a cop. You shape little lives and get the 100% assurance of coming home at night. I worry about you, you know this. So all of what I just said comes from a loving place.

I'm okay. Busy as hell with all of my other coparents and wife doing their own thing. Hicks has been on the road for weeks, Rori is a high risk pregnancy and Brooke has been working non-stop on Scorpion. A business and three kids 24/7 may just kill me, haha but I'm living. I'm lonely as hell, I hate admitting it but I just wish I wasn't stuck in a really long episode of Lace plus 8 on loop. I need a break but admitting that makes me feel like a bad mother. Sigh. I won't bore you with my inner workings.

Please keep in touch. It's nice to know you're alive and kicking more than once a month.

Love, Lacey.

Spencer James

The day was long with two kids under two, but Spencer absolutely loved it just the same.  She wasn’t sure if she could possibly bring herself to return to working full time, though she knew the time to make that choice was quickly approaching.  She’d been a cop for as long as she could remember and when she wasn’t, she was dreaming about being a cop.  It was all she’d ever wanted and even if she did fuck it up at every turn, tarnish coating her badge the way it did at her own hand, there was a part of her that wanted to fly right.  She hadn’t meant to get so far away from it all, but she had.  Yet now there was a lot more on the line than just her reputation.  There were two little boys that relied on her just as much as they did their father, and yet both Spencer and John could not issue assurances that they’d come home every night.  The thoughts weighed heavy on the woman as she had maintained this lifestyle now for eight long months while her name was tossed around as a potential accomplice in the stabbing of her husband at her father’s hand.  Spencer had nothing to worry about as she knew she hadn’t been involved this time, though it didn’t mean she wasn’t unnerved by what else they might find if they dug too deep.  There was soot on her badge and blood on her hands, both of which had to stay under wraps if she wanted to see her boys grow up.

Late the next night, she woke up to River calling out in his bed just as he had the night before.  Always calling for John, but yet this time she’d be the one to get him.  Bringing the two year old downstairs, she turned on Paw Patrol on the downstairs television to let the little guy watch his show for a few minutes while she lifted her phone to check through emails and what not while she tried to keep herself awake until Riv was ready to go back down.  There she’d find Lacey’s reply, far sooner than she’d expected to hear from her, yet it brought a smile to her features just the same.  De ja vu as she was emailing her at about the same time the night before, creating something of a habit of this.  She drew a deep breath at Lacey’s advice to put the badge down.  She should’ve known that would be what she’d suggest, and in truth Spencer knew that was probably the right thing to do, but she also had a placement within that department that helped keep her own husband out of jail from time to time and to her it was just as important, though she’d never confess that to another soul.

‘Cakes?’ the little boy asked, thinking it was after seven in the morning instead of the early 3:30.  “No, not yet, bud,” she returned, shaking her head as there was no way they were starting pancakes this early though it was his morning request each and every morning, one of the few words the toddler would actually say, though he wasn’t too sure he understood the ‘no’ he got in return.  Rather quickly, he’d go back to his Paw Patrol, thankfully as it might buy Spence another twenty minutes before he’d make the same request again and she could only hope by then he’d be all danced out.  Focusing back to the phone, she typed out her reply to the tune of the Paw Patrol theme song playing in the background.

Lacey Sheridan 

It was another day, another whirlwind for the blonde mother of three. The past week felt like a tornado for the dancer but somehow she kept afloat. She was coming off a mean hangover from the weekend at the Grammy’s and the 33 year old felt like she was running at half-speed. Today she spent the day at the park with her nephew and youngest son while the girls were off at school the two boys tired themselves into a nap in the midafternoon. They were four but still young at heart going out like lights leaving Lacey and her big house with the perfect amount of peace and quiet to cheat and check her e-mails like she said she wouldn’t do. Today was supposed to be relaxing but the work-house couldn’t help her compulsions. 

After handling a few work e-mails, she began to look through her personal ones. She answered the usual back and forth between Brooke and her throughout the day; the rundown with the kids, how she was, etc. Lacey sighed as she concluded the written reply to her wife wishing that Brooke would be home more but knowing it would never happen. Brooke spent a majority of her life tamed by the company of the men she kept, the newly successful actress was at her peak and uncaring how of anything else. She was finally independent. Part of Lacey understood, but a larger part of Lacey was bitter because once again she was less important than anything else. It was an internal battle of insecurity she consistently faced alone. Thank God for a therapist or else she would have gone nuts.

The blonde scrolled down through the rest of her e-mails; deleting ads, replying to other friends around the dance world before landing on Spencer’s. She couldn’t help but smile at the expeditious response from her dear friend. It was unusual for Spence but it was welcomed. Reading through her words, she sighed. Once again, the brunette had given her the validation she felt she didn’t deserve. Despite her being her own worst enemy, Lacey truly appreciated Spencer’s admiration and kind words. Even if they didn’t sink completely, they definitely made the difference. 

Hitting ‘reply’, Lacey began to type a response:

As long as you do that then that’s all I could ask. I know being a cop is a part of you just as much as John and those boys are, but sometimes you have to weigh your priorities and see what’s heavier on the heart.

You have no idea how much I appreciate you saying that. Most days I barely feel like I’m skating by with managing my own dance studio, two elementary school level kids’ schedules, and a rowdy four year old who only listens to his “Baby” as he calls Brooke. Lillian and Bella are 7 and 8 years old so for the most they entertain themselves. They are already so exposed to the back and forth, it’s second nature. With the exception of a few fights between sisters I have really great kids with them. My little guy Ryan is my handful. He’s got so much energy and he doesn’t know what to do with all of it. He’s really attached to Brooke and I honestly think he’s got some abandonment issues with her. She’s been working since he’s really young so he feels very needy with whatever little time he gets from her. For the most part it’s a system at works but of course there are kinks along the way.

I wish we could get alone time but with Brooke working Scorpion full-time and involved in press junkets and music, it’s impossible. It’s honestly fucking lonely but I’m dealing. I love her so it’s hard not to want to make things work. Eight years of up and down, up and down. I’d love to just standstill for once.

P.S. – Your sons are adorable. Here’s my rugrats:

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-February 6, 2017