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Tom Hiddleston attends the LA premiere of I SAW THE LIGHT on March 22, 2016.

Old(er) but so very pretty HQ photos from Torrilla/weibo.

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Tom Hiddleston photographed by Phil Sharp and Smita Bhide behind the scenes of the short film 'Out of the Darkness, in 2013

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Only their ends you have respected, stopped your ears against the general suit of Rome. Never admitted a private whisper, no, not with such friends that thought them sure of you.

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Galway Day with Tom Hiddleston// Part:2

A/N:This is part 2 (obviously hehe) and I am very bad at Tumblr, but I will try to put a link for part one here:

Pairing: Tom Hiddleston x Reader

Warnings: Fluff...pure fluff just eatin breakfast with Tom. UwU

Summary: You and Tom have been best friends for years. The two of you decide to have an adventure in Galway. A simple yet lovely day. This one perfect day could lead to a romance that destroys years of friendship, or unites true soulmates.

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You arrive at the Galway city centre after a 10 minute walk. It’s livelier at night with the pubs and dancing, but the quiet morning is so still and lovely. Tom is walking beside you, and together you stroll down the cobblestone streets looking up at the summer bunting strung overhead. You walk past a few small shops opening and Tom stops at a cafe and swings open the wooden door gesturing you in. He helps you slide your coat off, then you help him with his. As you slide the sleeves down over his biceps, feeling his warm sweater, the feeling comes back. The blushing hits your face and your brain jumps right back to how soft and roomy his sweater was last night. You recall the incident this morning and try your hardest to distract your mind.

“Where shall we sit?” you ask

Tom scans the open tables. 

“There?” he nods toward the two top window seat

“Perfect” you say. He’s so thoughtful. He knows you love sitting near a window. You both love to people watch and create commentary for what you think they’re saying. 

“She is absolutely RANTING at him” Tom chuckles at the couple standing out in the courtyard. They’re holding out a map together and look to be in an argument. So you begin commentary.

“Jonathan! We are lost!” you fill in for her voice in an awful British accent.

“We are most certainly not Clarice!” Tom lowers his accent to a posh older english man

“I told you we should have taken a holiday to Greece instead! If we were lost there at least I could go out to the beach!” you say as Clarice.

“Well Clarice! Why don’t you go find a husband with the money to go to Greece!” Tom fills in for Jonathan.

You both break into laughter and a waitress comes over and interrupts the people watching.

“Good mornin’ loves! Here’s some tea for starters” she sets down two mugs and a black cast iron pot steaming with Irish Breakfast tea. 

“What’ll it be for breakfast, then?” she has a soft southern Ireland accent. 

“The full Irish breakfast for me please!” you say in excitement and hunger.

“Same for me” Tom says with a nod.

“Two classics comin right up” she tuck her pen in her apron and walks to the kitchen.

“Tea?” you say as you pour into the two mugs

“I suppose, even though it’s no English Breakfast blend” Tom says pretending to be all posh. 

You hand him his cup and his fingers brush against yours. Have you just now noticed how warm his hands are? You’ve been friends forever, but never realized how big and warm his hands are. They connect to his firm forearms where he has slightly pushed up his sweater sleeves. That sweater, gosh. NO! You’re doing it again.

“Umm, you alright?” his voice beckons you out of your trance and you realize you’ve been pouring your tea until the cup is just starting to overflow.

“Oh gosh” you grab your napkin off your lap and dab up the tea as the embarrassment rises red in your cheeks.

“Everything okay?” Tom asks as he helps mop up the tea with his napkin.

“Yeah yeah!” you blurt out in a knee jerk reaction “I’m just uh...it’s umm..it’s” your phone goes off and it’s Abbigail calling. Thank God.

“Hey!” you answer the phone and gesture to Tom that you’re going to step outside to take the call.

“Hey girl” she says “so huge bummer, Wren and I are super hungover and we’ve been getting sick all morning. Is it okay if we don’t join you today?”

“Aw no Abb I’m so sorry! I uhh...I was really hoping you guys were coming though”

“I know we just wouldn’t be much fun. You and Tom can still have a blast though!”

“Yeah” I say tensely “Abb, this morning has been weird with him”

“What do you mean?”

You tell her about what happened and how you’ve started to feel attracted to your best guy friend to the point you’re pouring tea over your lap as you drool over his hands.

“Oh babe” Abby says in a sigh “well it’s okay. I mean have you seen friends they all liked each other at one point or another and they’re fine.”

“Abb that’s TV”

“Whatever, my point is it’s not a big deal. Just don’t make things weird. Remember, he’s just Tom, your chum and it’s all good.”

“Yeah, you’re right.” you glance back inside and see the food has come “Listen babe, the food just came I gotta go, but you and Wren feel better”

“Okay thank you! Bye! And have fun today, don’t overthink anything!” She says and hangs up.

You walk back in and sit down.

“Sorry, Abby said she and Wren are too hungover to come to the cliffs”

“Well that’s alright. We know how to have fun without them.” he says chipper.

“Yeah, haha” you say back and begin to butter a piece of toast.

We know how to have fun? What kind of fun does he mean? Is he talking about this morning? Being naked? Fun? HAHA no. Well? Stop. Don’t overthink it’s fine. Why do I care so much? It’s just Tom, CHILL.

“You alright?” he says, yet again snapping you out of your mind chat

“Yeah why?”

“Well, you’ve almost buttered that toast to death”

You look down and the bread is crumbling in the palm of your sweaty hand.

“Yeah I, uh, I really like Irish butter”

“Irish...Butter...” Tom says with raised eyebrow seeing straight through you.

“Yeah it’s just so warm...and it glistens in the sunlight...and I just...I...I’m starving” you finally cut the tension of him noticing something is up.

Tom laughs and reached for the butter knife.

“Well then, let me have some of this majestic Irish Butter” he says in a seductive tone.

You laugh with relief and bite into your toast.

 The two of you eat breakfast and sip tea for the next hour. You carry on people watching and laughing as best friends do. Tom pays for breakfast, totally normal, not a date, just friends, you think to yourself and try not to overthink, but as he helps you put your jacket on you once more are reminded how big and kind his hands are. He slides the shoulders up and gives your arms a squeeze with his warm hands. He’s reaches around from behind you to open the door and gently guides you out, hand on the small of your back as you walk under his other arm holding the door open. What a gentleman, you say in your head. 

And your heart begins to race as the two of you take off toward the cliffs.

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Part 3 coming soon! <3

My last one got 20 notes woohoo that’s so exciting for me I didn’t think anyone would read it!

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In case you were having a bad day… <3

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Tom Hiddleston & Elizabeth Debicki during the Los Angeles premiere of The Night Manager (2016)

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#ManCrushMonday #TomHiddleston at the #HighRise Premiere, BFI London Film Festival, Odeon Leicester Square, London 9.10.2015 #MyEdits

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Galway Day with Tom Hiddleston

A/N: I wrote this purely for fun :) I want soft, UwU, friendly, PG content, so this is obviously not smut. I wanted to write about a beautiful day with Tom Hiddleston, enjoy!

Pairing: Tom Hiddleston x Reader

Warnings: Fluffyish, Tom accidentally drops his towel, showering?, I don’t know how to do this...this is my first FanFic

Summary: You and Tom have been best friends for years. The two of you decide to have an adventure in Galway. A simple yet lovely day. This one perfect day could lead to a romance that destroys a years of friendship, or unites true soulmates. 

You wake up to find a beam of sunlight has graced the opened window. A steady breeze blows back the sage green curtains and you breathe deep the morning air. You roll down the duvet and slide your wool socked feet to the floor. Stretching your right arm up you tug on the cuff of his sweater. You yawn and stand to walk to the window. You plop down on the window seat propping your head against the open shutter you watch the stream trickling its way through the field. The birds jump from tree to bush as the bees and butterflies make their morning flower rotations. It’s the first sunny day in a week and you’re almost as eager as the birds to get up and go outside. A lovely day in Galway awaits.

“Hello early bird” Tom says sliding through the cracked open door holding two mugs.

“Hi, you’re up early” you say back with a soft smile.  

He walks over, hands you a steaming mug, and picks up your ankles to set them on his lap and sits at the foot of the window seat.

“I couldn’t sleep” he says “the storm was so loud plus this place is freezing” 

“That would be my doing. I left the window open to hear the rain I guess the wind blew the fire out” you say.

“Let me get this right, you make me sleep on the couch, open the window, and steal my jumper to freeze me out, and I’m the one bringing you tea?” he says in a joking accusatory tone.

“Woah first off, I offered to take the couch but you insisted you wanted to be in the den to keep the ‘fire going’. Second, the rain is a lovely sound to sleep to. Third, you gave me the jumper on the walk last night, sooo...” you banter back.

“Yeah, yeah whatever. Not my fault I almost died of hypothermia” he nudges you and smirks.

You roll your eyes in response and take a sip of tea. 

“Thanks for the tea though. Earl Grey?”

“English Breakfast actually, with cream and honey” he says.

“It’s lovely” you say with a grateful smile.

You both stay by the window and admire the meadow until the mugs are empty. 

“Shall we go for breakfast? Then off to the cliffs?” he says, shortly after the sun has completely covered the field.

“Yes! I’ve been dying to have a sunny day let’s make the most of it!” you say jumping up from the window seat “Let’s get ready and go.”

Tom gets up to take a shower and you take the mugs to the kitchen. You wash up the dishes from dinner last night while you wait to take a shower. You walk to the den and begin to tidy the small mess that was made last night from the games and drinks with your friends Wren and Abbigail. They’ve been dating two years now and Abbigail has been your best friend since childhood. The two of them are staying in the cottage just down the street. It’s still early so you know Abby won’t be up for an hour or so, but you send her a text saying you and Tom are going to breakfast and they should come meet up to go to the cliffs after.

Tom emerges from the shower, messy damp hair, and towel around his waste walking into the den.

“I figured it’s only fair I use all the hot water first seeing as I was shivering all night long” Tom says pathetically stirring up another banter.

“If I get in that shower Hiddleston, and the hot water is all gone, I’m gonna...” you begin picking a play fight

“You’re going to what?” he challenges as he walks to the couch, where you’re sitting. 

Just then the sun breaks through the kitchen window creating a glow around him. You can see the heat of the shower steaming off of his arms. His body isn’t as scrawny as you remember the last time you saw him with no shirt. And your guy best friend suddenly becomes strangely appealing. No stop, what? This is weird he is just a bro, snap out of it. It’s not that weird is it? You scan his newly muscular torso, shoulders to waste, and you suddenly realize you’re sitting and he’s standing. You’re at eye-level with his towel, his crotch, and that is weird. You’re filled with a sensation of being uncomfortable, yet attracted to him. You  decide to stand up to avoid the unavoidable line of sight. However, you shoot up, step into the water that Tom has trailed in from the shower, slip and fall against him. He catches you by your forearms in the split second of panic he drops his towel. The teeny bit of awkward you tried to avoid has now transformed into an immensely, uncomfortable situation. You both freeze and make ONLY eye contact. He slowly squats down, still holding your forearms from your fall, not breaking eye contact, with one hand he grabs his towel and wraps it back around his waste. 

“Well I suppose that’s what you’ll do. Rob me of my towel as well as my jumper” he chuckles and you both break into a freeing, hysterical laugh.

Finally, all tension subsides from within you and you rise to your feet. 

“You better watch out!” you joke back and make your way to the bathroom. 

Inside the bathroom you turn on the shower. Thankfully, there is still hot water. You undress, fold his sweater and set it on the sink, then climb in under the water. The steam from the shower drifts up to the bathroom skylight and you watch the blurry clouds float by as you rinse out the shampoo, then conditioner. Your mind begins to drift with the clouds and you relive what just happened in the den. I mean, it’s completely normal to be attracted to your friend randomly, it happens all the time, right? Yeah, yeah. It won’t be weird, it’s nothing. Is it? YES. NO. I DON”T KNOW. You try to snap out of it, but your brain keeps you lingering on him. 

You finish showering, turn the water off, and step out onto the woven bath mat. You dry off and put on the flowy sundress you picked out for today. As you walk out the bathroom door you grab Tom’s sweater and walk to the den. Tom is now clothed, mostly. He’s wearing rolled up gray pants with short leather boots and is waiting for a certain sweater to complete the outfit. 

“Here you go” you hand the sweater to Tom, “wouldn’t want you to be naked or anything”

“God forbid!” he says with a laugh then takes the sweater and pulls it over his shoulders and down his unbeknownst sculpted midriff. You realize you’re doing it again, gawking at your FRIEND, so you switch your brain off of his body and onto breakfast.

“Shall we go to breakfast, then?” you ask

“We shall” he grabs his coat and follows you out the door.

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Part Two Coming :)

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