#hetold me he loved me

[nich0las-foster]

idontunderstand

[somekidnamedkai]

in need of a smile. could i get some fluff with tk that's all cute and stuff with him being mega cheesy? thank uuuuuuu !!

Of course! I hope you got your smile while reading it. I enjoyed writing it

I opened my eyes, blinking a couple of times. When I finally opened and stopped blinking, I saw my wonderful fiance TK staring at me with loving eyes. I stared back at him, staring into his brown eyes. His eyes practically enchanted me, making me fall more in love with him every time. “Good morning sleepyhead,” TK said with a smirk to me, “Did you get your beauty sleep?” he asked me. I can’t tell if he’s teasing me, or if he’s being sincere. “Yeah, but do you wanna know what’s even better than sleep?” I asked TK with a smile, my hand running through his bed head. Who gave him permission to be this amazing and handsome? He chuckled in response to my question, he smirked, clearly thinking something, “The beautiful girl in front of me,” he replied to my question with a smile and a glint in his eye. I love him. And I’ll never stop. “No, it’s my handsome fiance who’s right in front of me,” I said to him with a smile. “Ahh. Now that makes sense,” he told me. I playfully rolled my eyes at him. Before I do anything else though, TK kisses me softly on the lips.

I closed my eyes and chuckled softly when I opened my eyes again, I saw TK staring at me fondly, “I love you, MC.” I smiled at the words. The three little words that meant so much, “I love you too, TK,” I replied to him, “I love you a lot.” TK smiled brightly, “I’m glad. Cause if you didn’t that means I’ve been doing something wrong,” He told me with a smile. “You’ve never done anything wrong. You’re the best fiance.” 

A few minutes later of us being lazy in bed, I decided to get up. “I’m gonna go make some breakfast,” I told him and moved to get up so I can go to the kitchen. We got back to civilization again, but a couple of things changed this time. The rest of the crew was back with us, and TK and I came back engaged. After I stand up from the bed and go to make us breakfast, I feel TKs arms wrap around me, and pull me back onto him, “TK!” I exclaimed with a laugh. “Stay with me. I want to cuddle with you,” he said, burying his face into the crook of my neck. He kissed my neck softly a few times, making me shudder at the touch. “I guess a few more minutes couldn’t hurt,” I told my fiance with a smile, as I heard him chuckle, as he pushed us back onto the bed, and he pushed me more into him, “I wanna stay like this all day,” he said to me, “I just want to cuddle you all day, and brush my hands through your hair,” hetold me, smiling.

“I’d like to cuddle all day also, but we gotta do some work,” I said to TK, and as soon as I said work he groaned, “MC, I love you, but you’re wrong.” He told me. I felt TK shift his body around before he started to kiss me. Everywhere. On my cheeks, nose, lips, neck. “I love you,” he said between every kiss, “and you aren’t getting up today. “We’re cuddling all day,” my fiance told me. I sighed, “You know what? Alright. I’ll cuddle you all day, as long as I get another kiss,” I told TK with a chuckle

“That’s it? Alright, MC. You’re gonna love today then, cause all you’re getting is cuddles and kisses,” TK said to me with a chuckle and kissed me deeply, “and I’ll make you some food soon.” I chuckled at my fiance, “I love you, TK, you’re too good for me.” “No. I’m good enough, you’re the one who’s too good. I don’t know what I did to deserve you,” he told me with a smile. I chuckled at him in response, “you got shipwrecked and fell in love with me because I wouldn’t stop nagging you. That’s what you did” I said to him. TK chuckled at that, “somehow I did.”

We continued to cuddle all morning while talking and TK giving me little kisses. This morning was by far a good morning. I loved it, and I love TK.

[noelle151]

My 7 year old nephew loves Tangled The Series. Last Saturday when I went to his house babysitting and tutored him English, I watched it with him. The moment Varian spoke, I was like "Wait, JEREMY JORDAN?!" And he was like "Who?" I said the guy who do the voice of Varian(I'm not sure if this is the correct way to say it. I may be an English major, I don't know everything). Hetold me he's his favorite character.

So that's how I made my nephew a Newsie fan😂

[therealsadgirlme-blog]

My Story

My dad is an abusive drunk. My mom left him when I was four, she told me about how when I was a baby he got so mad that he threw me against a wall when he was hammered one night. My mom fought for us to never see him again but they didn't have any proof he was a bad father and husband. He kidnapped my mom, brother and sister a little after that. I remember my aunt and I were making fudge, I loved making fudge with her. It was the same day that I put my hand in the oven while it was heating up, I wasn't hurt, I didn't cry too much. It was at that moment when we heard knocking, police cars were out front. My aunt told my cousin and I to go sit in the front room, to not make a noise. The cops come on looking for my dad, my mom and my siblings. My aunt, of course, protected her little brother, playing as if she didn't know where they were. The cops belived her, knowing that because of my grandma, that the family was good... most of it anyways. My grandma, she was an amazing woman. Knew what my dad was like... but he was her baby. She told me in the end... that I should never be afraid to speak out. I understand now that I am older why she told me that. Of course the cops found them at some point. My grandpa, my moms dad, threw my dad in jail. He made my dad sit there for days until we left M. My mom met my little sister's dad at about the same time, that's why we came to O. Because he lived here. We went out, life was amazing, we only had to see our dad during the summer, every other winter. They lessened for a little because the courts said that if he didn't find a spouse, and stabalize himself he would never be able to see us again. So he married my step mom S. She has a son, who was 16 years old at the time. Now almost 30ish. At first S was nice, but she got really horrible really quickly. She would make us clean the house top to bottom, scrub the floors. She was terrifying and still is. Our first house, it was gorgeous. It was a brick house and I wasn't allowed to have my own room yet so I shared with my sister. We only visited that house a few times before they moved. But that house is where everything happened... everything changed for me. I was four or five. And D, my step brother, lived with us. He was 16 almost 17. It only happened to me... I was so little, he never... not to my other siblings. The first time I remember, although I know it happened before, I can sense that is happened before... The first time I remember, he snuck into my room and made me get off of the top bunk to go to his room. I was so little... I knew it felt wrong but I had to or he would get mad... I remember what happened nect, so vividly. I remember what I was wearing, one of my dad's t-shirts. But I remember everything else... It is so vivid like it was yesterday... He made me do things... He sat me on top of him... I was four, him sisteen... He made me move so I could make him feel good. I remember his hands digging into my hip bones. I remember saying I don't like this... I remember him telling me to shoosh. Then I heard the floor creak. I took that as my opportunity, I jumped up and ran untilI was in my bed again... My sister under my bunk so he knew that he couldn;t make me go back without waking her. He came in, and tried to make me go back by being so sweet, but I turned away from him. He did it a lot I guess... He made me do a lot. Mom said that whenever I would come back, I had yeast infections so badly. I couldn't pee, my area was rubbed so dry that it was red and peeling. I went to the doctor every time I came back. Doctors thought it was because I wiped too hard so mom had to help me wipe. I remember going back another time... We went and visited an aunt. She had a hottub, we were all in the hot tob. me in my little pink bathing suit, I have pictures. I remember when everyone got out he made me stay in, he thought it was so attractive, a little helpless girl wet and in a bathing suit. A girl afraid of water. Something he could use against her. He made me stay and touched me again. I hated him... I hate him... I hated being around him, I hated what he did to me, I hated how he made me feel... I hated how I still loved him... How I thought, maybe he won't do it next time... Years later, I was so terrified. He was staying with us again... I tried telling my dad. I tried telling S. I ended up making something up about a dream where he hit me. S was furious with me, screamed at me how I was a little liar who just wanted attention. That was when my grandma told me to never be afraid to hide the truth... To never be afraid to tell her things. She knew... I know she knew... You could see it in her eyes. I didn't tell anyone for years, I lived with my mom until fifth grade. I decided I wanted to move with my dad because the town he lived in was amazing. They were treating me right and m sister was living there already. She was kicked out for sleeping with a 21 year old drug addict at 15. For lying and doing a lot of stuff that she shouldn't be doing. Moving there was good for her. I moved there and they were nice. I thought it was good but it started to rapidly deteriorate. I wanted to stay there, but the mental abuse got do bad, my dad drank so much and S yelled at us so much... A few days after K's 18th birthday she snuck out, packed everything up and left the house. Finished school, but without my dad and step mom. They took it out on me. It wasn't long before she moved out that my dad had hit my sister for saying something he didn't like. Life there was bad... We were in a cage... Not allowed to leave. Eighth grade year, S and my dad cornered me and questioned me and yelled at me so bad, wondering why I hated D, and why I wouldn't talk to him. I got so angry, I bawled. I yelled, "Because he raped me!" S shut up. My dad looked down. He knew. I said, "You remember when I tried to tell you before? I was almost sic and I got so scared and lied and changed my story?" He said he remembered... S said I was lying, that she needed to get out of the house. A lot of shit went down before that but is a different story. S left and I told him, I couldn't have been planning on saying this for eight more years if I were lying. He said he knew. S went out and cried. My dad drank. I called my mom. I told her I wanted to go home. S never believed me. She still doesn't. My mom came down during my eighth grade graduation. Said she was gonna take me home, dad didn't want me to go. Begged me to stay. Hetold me before I was ever gay or bi or anything, He would kill me himslef. he begged saying, "I lied, I would never do that, you can love whomever you wanted." I was so depressed, I started harming myself a few months before that. I left a few days later. They still didn't believe me. My mom still didn't know. I was going into my freshman year, that summer she found out. She cornered me in the bathroom, asking why I was harming myself, why I was doing the stuff I did. I told her... she cried. Told me it would be better from now on. Told me not to tell my brother or he would go kill D himself. I still haven't told him. She told her boyfriend at the time. He wanted to press charges. I was with KY at the time. He knew. I trusted him... You know what happened with that though. He told my mom lies. Said that my dad raped me too. He didn't, but I remember things that he did to me similar to D. I remember he would lock me in the bathroom with him and force me to take baths with him. I remember him making me sleep in bed with him, him stroking my stomach and legs and getting close to areas he shouldn't have. I remembere when I told my mom this, She said I should have known. My dad raped her. He raped two other girls before her. Aged 16 and 17 when he was 20. Courts let him off because the girls he raped were in Juvy. Nobody believed them. It was true though. I got really depressed... the medicine I took gave me migraines, I didn't eat at all.My mom and her bf broke up, we moved into our own house. KY and I were bad like always. I tried killing myelf. Butchered my thighs so badly. You couldn't see skin. My mom heard me crying, demanding I told her what was going on. I told her about KY finally. In a wat at the moment he saved me. After that, him and I got worse. He tried making it really sexual, he loved the idea of me getting raped. Loved me telling him about it. He enjoyed it so much. I didn't. I cried every night while he yelled at me telling me how I deserved it. Thought it was sexy that I had Stockholm syndrome. I got so bad. I cut so bad. So much. Beginning of this year I broke up with him. A week before my junior year. Before school started. I couldn't take anymore. He was blaming me for things that never happened. Well during spring break my sophomore year, I went out to see my dad. I stayed with him for a week. Hated every second. He chose D over me. He didn;t choose me, he chose somebody who wasn't his blood. Never told me D was going to show up.. Was asleep. The next morning nobody was there. My dad woke up later telling me that D had slept right next to me throughout the while night. I hated it. That same day we were going to visit my family. My dad got drunk while driving there. I got the idea. When we were driving back... I called the cps on him saying he was drinking and driving, cause he was. It was the day before I flew back. That next night and the whole day he was at the bar. He drank himself silly. S stayed at work. Made somebody stay with me. I liked her. My dad came home drunk out of his mind, to take me to the airport. He walked me around the house telling me that I betrayed him. That "you never betray family." I told him, "You betrayed me more times than I can count. You chose D over me and you are trying to tell me that I betrayed you?" He cried. I didn't. He told me, "S and I tried so hard to love you, but we never could." I didn't look back when I left. He told my family I was getting back at him for not letting me see a friend. He lied, but the family believed him. They hated me. Until I told my aunt what happened, she believed me. She still wouldn't talk to me. Last time I saw my dad was at my brother's graduation. He flew out. Him and are on somewhat better terms. Since my grandpa, his dad, passed away. He told me he would call me. Still hasn't.

[twh-news]

Interviews with Brie Larson and Tom Hiddleston about Kong Skull Island on Episodi Magazine 2/2017 issue

Here's the translation to Tom's interview (last two pages). Finishing the rest tomorrow.

[Few words before you devour the interview: yes, here in Finland no one knows about High-Rise bc it wasn't shown anywhere apart from two screenings on an indie film festival in last November and The Night Manager wasn't really a hit over here. You are propably as baffled about this as I am and I am a Finn.]

The secret of Hiddleston

It's great to be Tom Hiddleston. Ever since his role as the evil god Loki in Marvel films his star has been on the rise. As result he has a legion of devoted Hiddlestoners and a Golden Globe from The Night Manager. Now the career of the Eton trained Brit is reaching new heights when he has the opportunity to show his value as an action hero in the adventure film Kong Skull Island directed by Jordan Vogt-Roberts that cost over USD190 million. Except that...

It's not that great to be Tom Hiddleston. Crimson Peak flopped badly and it's better to forget his take on country legend Hank Williams in I Saw The Light. Short relationship with Taylor Swift dropped him from one of the hottest new film stars into mere filling of gossip magazines.

Not even Golden Globe helped him. His thank you speech was considered to be so full of himself that one of the nicest comments on Twitter about it was "No wonder Swift called it quits."

As Kong Skull Island hits theatres it's time to forget the old line "the beast killed the beauty". This time the monster might save the career of the handsome. Before our chat we had time to talk about Hiddleston's epic television appearances in talk shows"

You yodle and do amazing imitations. Don't you ever relax? I try not to take myself too seriously in those shows. They're meant to be entertaining. I try to tune in on the same frequency with the host and have fun. I consider them more as fun than as a performance. Which is a relief because I have a tendency to get lost in my own head. Acting is like having a constant debate about identity. How we define ourselves even to ourselves. I'm Tom, I'm from London. This is my family, this is my education. This is how I dress , this is how I speak. But we got through it daily and identity if more fluid than what many people like to think. It's fun to get to play with it.

Is this why you're trying to find roles that are as different as possible and so outside the box? I'm examining my potential to transform into other people. I've set myself a challenge to find some similar features from the perspective of human kind from seemingly different people by playing different roles. It's been very humane experience because we're all motivated by the same things: loss, love, grief.

Can you do that also y playing a Marvel villain? I don't categorise roles like that. Maybe I see it so that being a villain or a hero are bind on what you choose to do. Villains make bad choices. Heros make right choices. But in the end we're all just the same human mass. People are really complex and even contradictory beings and so is Loki. That's my approach on any role whether it is Shakespeare or Kong Skull Island.

You were already a Kong fan? I've always liked Kong. Especially what it says about the forces of nature; it's a very humbling story because it makes us realise how small we really are. Nowadays it's not very easy to get i to a film like that. Darn, it's a King Kong film! YOu can't really cmare that on anything.

The story is set on the 1970s? That is what Jordan (Vogt-Roberts) held onto from the beginning. Technology wasn't yet so advanced as it is now. It was easier to believe in mysteries. It's great that someone wanted to bring that back into film. Jordan wanted the film to have the atmosphere of the post-Vietnam war in it, the same edge. An actor has to react to what he sees and Jordan made it surprisingly easy. We travelled to Australia, Vietnam and Hawaii. We were outside the whole time. We shot in actual locations, which is not something to be taken for granted anymore and it helped tremendously. When you're physically in the actual place it is easy to react - Vietnam was especially awesome. The film is kind of very retro. Even in my interaction with the war photographer played by Brie Larson there's a feeling of that old Hollywood dialogue.

You had the opportunity to travel a lot with The Night Manager We went to Switzerland, Morocco, Mallorca. However most important was London where I did most of my research., in the Rosewood hotel in Holborn. Their night manager had been doing the job for 25 years and he was perfect. I got him some knowledge of how to treat people so that they feel welcome. It was intriguing to learn what kind of slf disipline and forgetting your own self it requires. Running a hotel is like theatre. There's the stage and there's backstage. The whole thing is like a show that requires meticulous planning and taking account of everything. I trried to think about Pine's military experience and what kind of knowledge that requires. He enjoys the facelessness that the uniform offers. The shame and guilt he feels drives him as an agent because Roper, played by Hugh Laurie, profitson death and killing. I've never been a soldier even though I have played one many times. Even in Kong... my character is a former RAF captain who's traumatised in the Vietnam war. I respect what they do. Even though I'm a pacifist and would rather try all the other options before including army into anything I think it's incredibly brave that some people would die for their country or conviction.

There's another character with military past: Bond Listen: if I'm called to that role, it's going to the biggest day. Nowadays we spy each other and live under a constant surveilance. Yet it feels like issues regarding our safety are being discussed behind closed doors that we never know of. Secrets behind the curtains are inviting because there actually are people who are hiding among us. Maybe that's why the spy stories have surfaced again the way they do.

Do you still believe that art can change the world or has the tough bisnesside of the trade changed you? Art can inspire, challenge, move and entertain you. I really believe that because it has happened to me. When I was younger I felt strong unity wih Mike Leigh's films. I saw "secrets and lies" when I was 16 and it moved me deeply. When I saw The Faitful Gardener the world seememd so much more larger than I has ever imagined. Art can be a key of emotions. I befriended a doctor who works with Doctors without borders. He does brave things, he travels to war zones and operates kinds and removes bullets from their heads. Hetold me that he got the inspiration to become a surgeon from the film The Killing Fields. So yes, I think art has the power to change the world by direcing us to certain direction.