#idk why but to me she looks wonky… (THE WAY I DREW HER. SHE IS GORGEOUS ON THE NORM BUT SHE LOOKS WEIRD WHEN I DRAW HER.)

[sobeksewerrat]

HYPERANALYZING/ SCREAMING ABOUT EP.3 COZ IT IS MY FAVOURITE AND I AM REWATCHING IT LET'S GOOOO

Disclaimer: this post is literally just me talking about how much I kin Milly and technically a combined liveblog

Oh look it's one of Taylor's bullies from BWBL!!

Also, what the music freak is this shitty pop song playing in the back ground man I'm-

Why is the school nurse running around like that-

Gotta love how everyone just rushes over to see Milly fight, and that Jake knows exactly who they're talking about (even though they've been friends for like 2 weeks). Really shows how much of a negative-ish reputation Milly has (relatable man)

Fuck Miss Jones man she sucks she can't even break off a fight who hired this bitch.

I really like the fight scene, Luke's animation is kinda wonky but I really miss seeing Kurie's animation!! I really miss the old GL episodes, they were just so much more well-written, and the amount of editing done by Rosy in them is really underrated like they seriously look so good considering how limited GL was.

God, seeing Milly fight for something Zoey stole is really fucking relatable. Like, my bullies always steal my books, my sketchbooks, my pencil case..etc. and I always get in trouble when I try to wrestle them for it. Like, I get yelled at and keep getting told "You're a girl you shouldn't be fighting with anybody!" and all they get for pushing me over the edge is a slap on the wrist, schools are really unfair (and then adults wonder why we don't talk to them about shit).

Dear Rosy Jake is so pathetic he literally gets thrown away by just a punch I'm-

Fuck you Luke

Zoey calling Milly an animal is um, weird, to say the least.

Um, side note, I really forgot how weird Henriam were in the first few episodes- like you could see the basis of their characters as we know them now being established but it's still so weird seeing them like this (also Henry is almost Liam's height in GL which makes me want to die)

Imma just skip over the Miss Jones scene I practically said everything I have to say but before that Drew was too much of a dick in this episode in an unlikeable way like THANK GOD he's barely in this one and seeing Lia flirting with Jake feels very wrong for some reason. Still love her GL outfit though <33

Wow Hailey I am so glad to know you care more about the competition than Milly <444/sarcasm

FUCKING HYPOCRITE- (jk I love GL era Hailey <44)

Seeing the club pressuring Milly to talk speaks to me on a weirdly personal level. Everyone wants me to talk about my feelings, but have you ever considered that I don't want to talk about them? That I am still not comfortable enough to let you in? To let you see that I am vulnerable? To actually confront the fact that I am not okay? I know the music club and the ppl ik irl genuinely mean well, but sometimes people aren't willing to talk, and you should respect that. Sometimes, just being there to keep us company and not judge us is enough, yk?

Side note: can really relate to Milly's reflex of hitting people when they get too close, I literally have to stop myself from punching my own mother whenever she grabs my arm or something I fucking hate being touched and I like the nice detail of Zander smiling when he found out who punched Jake.

Honestly, fuck Zander man. I joked about Hailey not caring about Milly's feelings, about Zander straight up doesn't care.

He is a straight up reminder of my one of my bullies and all the adults in my life. Fuck you Zander.

"Does the band mean nothing to you?"

DO MILLY'S FEELINGS MEAN NOTHING TO YOU ZANDER?!?

[Cries in this is super relatable]

"Great...she's on a rampage again"

Um...so, the girl being on the verge of a breakdown and being understandably angry at her bullies and her friends being extremely inconsiderate is considered being on a rampage? Damn, Sean, why do people even like you man.

So...you WANT to have control over her?? Idk man I am really mad at zander rn

"We can deal with whatever's bothering you, together!"

"Milly, I'm worried about you."

I already elaborated on this point but I just want to talk about how much I love Hailey in the first 4 episodes she was literally an awesome queen what happened to her 😭

God I love Redemption so fucking much it is literally the best song and musical scene in TMF /gen

Love the foreshadowing to Lia's redemption in the scene where they're bullying Milly btw, Rosy is awesome when it comes to subtlety (that is how you spell it right-?)

"🎵But you keep trying to get too close🎵"

Literally on the verge of tears this song (and whole episode tbh) hits way too close to home/gen (i feel like I have to keep clarifying how genuine I bcuz I don't think people realize how emotional this gacha series can make me)

"🎵Saved myself by turning into stone🎵"

[In tears] I swear people really underestimate how fucked up someone's psyche can be when they're all cheery and hyper. Media has made us believe that people who bottle up emotions are all cold and depressed but really the most cheerful people you knew tend to be the most depressed. The only other major examples from my fandoms that fit this category that I can think of are KEL from Omori and Kokichi form Dangan, but I feel like KEL fits this statement more that Ouma tbh

"🎵So save your judgement 'cause you just don't know🎵"

REAL. AND THE CAMERA PANNING TO ZANDER WAS JUST *chef's kiss* I SWEAR ROSY IS REALLY GOOD AT SHOWING EMOTION.

"🎵And they keep coming like moth to flame🎵"

People want a reaction. Adults keep telling you to just ignore the bullies and they'll go away, but they never will because they KNOW they're getting under your skin and they'll continue teasing you till you snap and they'll only stop when it's already too fucking late.

"🎵Redemption never came🎵"

This. This line is perfect and it is the perfect ending to the song. People are so quick to judge and tell you you need to change but they never stop to get to know the real you, they never stop to actually help you change, and you'll always be the villain in the end.

"Milly seems really important to these guys"

YA THINK?!?!

"I'm missing chunks of my hair because of her!"

Zoey please marry me 💖

"They must be talking about Milly..."

Yeah, no shit, Sherlock

"I can't believe she has a crush on that nerd!"

Me neither, Zoey, Milly is wayyyy above his league.

"You...blackmailed your friend for me?"

Also, being bullied for a crush is soo real. Like, I am aroace so I wasn't bullied for HAVING a crush, I was bullied for being a "pick me" because I just so happened to be close friends with a guy and they were all accusing us of dating (this is like a big deal here since dating is very frowned upon, especially for AFABs; so they KNEW they were gonna tank my reputation and ruin my life basically. I can't tell you the amount of teachers who would look at me weird when I talked to my guy friends)- anyways this barely has anything to do with Milly or tmf but this is my blog I do whatever

[EDIT: A WHOLE CHUNK OF THE RANT WAS DELETED?? I AM REWRITING IT NOW]

"Y'know, what? I think I might go see what Drew's up to, I've yet to tell him about how I saw you with your sugar daddy last weekend"

This was the moment I started hating Jake. I didn't like him before, but I started loathing him at that moment.

I have been cheated on before, and if my friends knew and didn't tell me I would have killed them.

"But drew wouldn't have believed him!" Well, he believed him in ep 10, didn't he? And Henriam would have been there to back him up anyways.

Another question I have regarding this is how on earth did he blackmail her?! Liek he didn't have a photo or anything.

AND WHY ISNT HE CONCERNED ABOUT ZOEY GOIGN OUT WITH AN ADULT!??!

"Aw, you two looked very cozy together"

His tone reminds me of my abuser and I don't like. It has nothing to do with the essay, but I wanted to point it out. It really got under my skin.

"Just...please don't tell Drew about what you saw"

Is ti just me or does she seem genuinely sad?? Like her conscience is tormenting her?? Idk man maybe I am just reading into this way too much but- [pulls out ancient tmf theories about Zoey being forced into this by sb and actually being in love with Drew]

"I can't believe those girls, snooping into people's diaries like that"

And you can believe Jake blackmailing Zoey?? I get you're still salty about Lia but cmon Hailey give the man some consequences

[INSERT DEAN SCENE HERE]

MR.BROOOOOOOOOOOM

GOD HER TONE IS JUST- LIKE, SHE'S UNCERTAIN ABOUT JAKE'S METHOD [PROBABLY] BUT SHE CANT BELIEVE SOMEBODY CARES ABOUT HER THAT MUCH OH MY- SOMEBODY GIVE HER A HUG PLEASE SHE NEEDS IT

I SWEAR IF I SEE SOMEBODY ELSE CALL HER CARDBOARD LIEK THE ANON DID I WILL KILL YHEM

"Um...well, when you put it like that-"

Jesus Christ this man doesn't even realize what he did.

That final interaction with Milly and Jake where they reflect on the whole thing is just- beautiful, awesome, fantastic. It's really sweet and I love seeing Milly finally being comfortable enough to talk about her feelings (even if she isn't being too specific or conveying all of her feelings)

Why does Elliot look like that.

Milly why do you like this guy.

Anyways, I love the sound effects Rosy used to add whenever people would blush, I miss it (iirc it isn't in any of the new ep)

GOD I MISSED HE INTRO/OUTRO SONG SO MUCH NOSTALGIA-

Anyways, I love this episode, this is peak TMF and it makes me angry to see how Milly was reduced to comic relief in the end.

I would write a proper conclusion but I am too fucking lazy

Bye freaks

[lokispettigerr]

Room 214: Tom Hiddleston x Actress!Female Reader (NSFW SMUT)

Fic Request by: @i-want-my-na-me-back I am so excited about posting the full fic and hope that it is everything you wanted it to be! Thank you so so much again, for sending your requests to my ask box. <3

Summary: Female reader is an aspiring actress. One evening after a play that he attended she approaches him to ask if he can help her with some of her lines and technique– he kindly obliges… Tom has no idea what he is agreeing to, and they are both in for a real treat.   Word Count: 2593

Warnings: None???? IDK, you might die???? RIP???

A/N: Sewww, dear gods, I am scared to post this. First time writing Daddy Hiddles (sorry, I don’t refer to him as that in the fic), hope you all enjoy it! Please, with a big ol’ cherry on top of my head, leave me some of your lovely feedback. You all are so good at that! 

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“Excuse me, Tom Hiddleston” my index and middle finger tapped his broad shoulder, and he turned from his conversation to see who had called out his name.

“Hi, yeah, I was wondering if maybe you would give me a few acting pointers...I’m Y/N.” I held my hand out to him, and he took it to shake. His hand felt so good clasping my own, it dwarfed mine and was unusually rough with a shiny, white scar at the webbing between his index finger and thumb. For a moment, it appeared as if recognition flashed through his eyes… Did Tom remember me? We were often crossing paths in one way or another as we were both deeply involved and supportive of the acting world. We had many mutual friends, and I often caught a gaze from his mystic eyes from across the room at galas or parties, but we had never really had many close interactions.

“Uh, yeah, I think we can manage something like that.” he responded, still holding my hand. “What do you say I finish up here and we meet upstairs, rehearsal room 214 in an hour?” he winked, his head tilted towards me to hear my answer over the crowd of people talking.

“Perfect!” I exclaimed excitedly, “See you”, I turned on my heel, my hips swaying as I walked away. I glanced over my shoulder at Tom thinking to see his muscled back towards me, but instead he was watching me intently as I walked away, talking to someone half-heartedly.

Knowing he was watching me made my pulse jump, and it took my full concentration to continue walking behind the curtain and down the steep steps of the stage.

My heels clicked as I walked back to my locker to riffle through my purse hoping to freshen up before meeting with Tom and review my script. Luckily, I found a quiet, private corner in the building, tucked underneath a wooden stairwell. My concentration was all wonky because Tom kept interrupting my thoughts. My mind went back to the way he held my hand, the way his penetrating gaze looked not just at me, but through me, and the way he had watched me intently as I had walked off the stage and back behind the curtain. I would read my lines all the way through the first page not, remembering anything, and have to begin again.

I glanced at my pink and gold watch, and jolted up from the corner. It had been an hour and I was supposed to meet Tom upstairs!

I grabbed my bag and script hurriedly, and took the stairs two at a time, dashing up them, a huge feat in heels. I rounded the corner and barreled into Tom standing in front of the door to the rehearsal room.

“Whoa, are you alright there?” he grabbed my arms, steadying me like the gentleman he was, his eyes showing his concern for me, a small, shy smile on his lips.

I huffed, trying to slow my breathing, “Yeah, ah, sorry, I was just trying to make it up here, the time got away from me”.

He chuckled, amused and released my arms, squeezing them before letting go.

“Alright then, let’s get to it”, he turned opening the door and stood holding it for me, ushering me into the room warmly.

I nodded once in thanks, not making eye contact, a blush on my cheeks from both the run and my embarrassment.

“May I take a peek at your lines?” He asked me, holding out his fingers.

“Yes, yes, of course, sorry sorry” I said quickly,  my hand dashed into my bag, and my fingers closed around the folded, thick script.

His smile never faded, and he constantly appeared to be on the verge of laughter. Sensing my embarrassment he kept it to himself, but his eyes continued to smile, even as he read.

His glasses would fall intermittently, and his long, middle finger would dart up to slide them up his pointed nose, and every now and then an “Mmm” would escape his lips as he nodded slowly.

“This is a great part, really, you’re lucky to have it”, he said as he handed me back the script.

“What seems to be the problem you are having?” he crossed his arms, his brows furrowing as he waited for my response.

“Well” I gulped, nervously, looking down at the paper, “I am just really having trouble portraying romance to the audience through my character”.

Tom nodded, empathy etched on his face.

“I know I shouldn’t have trouble,” I continued, “but this is actually my first time acting romantically with someone, and I am finding it to be rather difficult”.

“That is completely understandable,” he pushed his glasses up his nose as he looked down searching his thoughts, “have you kissed them yet?” he continued, quickly, not taking a pause, “sometimes that helps you relax a little bit”.

“Not yet.” I smiled sheepishly.

“May I?” he asked, not waiting for my answer.

I had barely the chance to nod when Tom grabbed my face, passionately planting a kiss on my lips. Tom’s long fingers perfectly cupped the back of my neck as he drew me in. His sculpted nose was pressed into my cheek, and my breasts were against his chest.

The script slipped from my fingers and hit the floor with a sharp clack, but Tom didn’t pull away, instead he deepened the kiss and my head began to swim. I was high from his close proximity.

My hand traveled up his rigid abdomen, my knuckles scraping against his chest and he hummed, deep blue silk against my swollen lips. My fingers kept their exploration towards his hair, burying themselves there, twisting the soft, silky tendrils between my fingers.

As our heads moved, to a love song that only we heard, his tongue parted my lips and he breathed me in as I sighed, his tongue exploring its new territory.

His hand traveled from its perch at the back of my neck down to my heaving breasts and he began to squeeze me, my womb twitching and tingling with each touch, my nipples tightening through my bra.

“Tom”, I mumbled against his petal lips.

“Mmm?” he didn’t stop, only deepened his kiss.

“I think—” I couldn’t think though, I was lying, “I think, we need” smooch, smooch, “…to stop”.

Tom’s lips left mine, leaving mine flush and swollen, yearning for his kisses against them again.

“Right” he replied, shortly, smoothing his hair, briskly, then reaching his hand out to smooth mine, but dropping it. Tom eyes lowered, shifting back and forth, searching his thoughts, “Its strange, Y/N, but I have been watching you for sometime now. I find myself searching for you in a crowd, wherever I go…” His eyes returned to my face, and I could see how much my presence grounded him, “Have you not felt my eyes on you from across the room when we are with our friends?” He watched me, expectantly, his eyes glistening. In truth, I had felt him watching me.

I bent down, reaching for the script that had fallen to the floor, but Tom’s hand got to it first, his fingers hitting mine, jolting them, electricity surging through us. My eyes trailed slowly up Tom’s body, finally meeting his gaze, “I have been watching you too, Tom”.

He rubbed his lips, pleased with himself, trying to hide a smile. “Erm, what’s next now then?”

The pages fluttered as he pulled the script towards him.

“I um, have to take my clothes off in front of the audience, do you uh, have any pointers for that, Tom?”

He cleared his throat loudly, his long middle finger shifting his glasses up the bridge of his nose.

“Erm, yeah, I do.” he replied, calmly, his eyes giving nothing away.

“I think it helps to have a song in your head that calms you, or perhaps, erm just a scene that soothes you, and remember it isn’t you on the stage” he paused, “no, not really, it is the person you are playing.” his eyes were searching the floor,and his arms were crossed.

“Now, try it out then, if you’re comfortable”. He strode to a chair behind him, pulling it towards me, sitting in it, his legs in opposition to one another, his hands resting on the tops of his thighs.

Gods, he looked delicious, like a god sitting there in all his golden splendor. He was practically glowing in front of me. Why did he have to sit like that??

I looked down, unbuttoning my fitted blouse, feeling self-conscious.

“No,” he rumbled, “look at me”.

My eyes slowly, slowly rose, and I continued to unbutton my shirt, my fingers fumbling with the tight buttons. When it was free, I straightened my arms and the shirt slid down my bare skin, falling to the floor.

“Keep going?” I asked, unsure.

“Keep going” he echoed. His slender hand, moved slightly, from resting on his leg to cover his pant zipper.

I shimmied my hips, removing my skirt and it fell to the floor joining my forsaken blouse.

Tom’s eyes were my captive audience, ever watchful, hypnotized even-- studying each curve my body possessed.

Without me realizing it, I was walking towards him, quickly, my feet gliding across the floor, my breasts bouncing.

He had expected this and his hands reached for me, and I sat down straddling his legs, my breasts coming towards his face-- close enough for him to bury his face in them.

His aquamarine eyes trailed down my body, mesmerized, and his hands rested at the apex of my wide hips. His fingers groping gently at my ass. Without thinking, I unzipped his pants. My fingers pushed through the flimsy opening, as the teeth of the zipper bit at my skin, trying to stop their covetousness. He was completely erect, his dick throbbing between my soft, cold fingers. He watched my hand, his eyes wide with wonder. I grabbed him behind his neck, lacing my fingers in his curls, and pulled his face towards my own, my lips invoking passion within us. Energy was rising. Our hearts were beating together in our erotic excitement, and his hand went from my hip, down to his pants, moving them out of the way to free his confined, hard length. It came close to reaching my navel, and was dripping slightly with a warm, wet trickle. I placed my thumb on the head of it and rubbed the liquid around, trailing slippery circles on the tip.

Tom’s  breathing was ragged, and he watched my face as I traced the circles, swirling my thumb around and around. In his arousal, he would shift his hips, pressing his dick into my fingers.

My fingers closed around his shaft, and I moved up off his lap, so his entirety could enter me.

“Wait, Y/N.” he rasped, finding it hard to stop. “Yes?” I wondered what he wanted… Did he not want me? Were we really only working on acting right now? It seemed all so real, this had to be real, right? It was all just Tom acting?

“Do you want me to stop? Do you not want me?” The words poured from my mouth, and I felt a flush rising to my cheeks. My eyes burned as I held back tears of rejection, my throat swelling painfully from the effort.

“No, no, can I just,” he trailed off, taking his length and instead of sliding it deep within me he placed the tip on my sensitive bundle of nerves.

I gasped from the pleasure shooting through my hips, and jerked back. My eyes going wide. ���Oh, yes, ooo,” he said, swirling the tip around in tight circles.

My opening was so wet, the liquid began to coat my lips.

While he rubbed his tip on my clit, his length became more rigid and grew, and it poked into me painfully. In anticipation of this, Tom guided my hips back further-- up higher to allow for the extra growth. Without warning, he pushed into me. His large cock catching on my wet walls, my lips pulling with him as he edged deeper and deeper within me.

“Oh, Tom.” I whispered, my lips grazing his ear. I began to pump my body up and down, my head falling back, hair swaying as I moved.

Tom continued to hold me, his hands helping guide my hips up and down on his shaft. My juices could be heard as they soaked and coated him, making a “slurping, slapping” sound as I repeatedly took him within. He was so big that his head rammed into the solid wall of my cervix and I cried out, my mouth opening, and my brows knitting on the brink of pain and pleasure. He ignored any pain though and continued to push into my end, but I didn’t want him to stop. “The way you look,” he bit his lip, “god, you feel so completely tight, how could you possibly be this tight?”

I smirked, gently removing his glasses, placing them to the side.

He glanced down at my heaving breasts, his hands moving up my hips to cup and massage them. “Look, at these breasts”, he breathed, closing his eyes, “Ah, shit. I’m close, ahhh, so close, unghh.” I reached down to rub my swollen clit, blood pulsing behind it. “Oooo” I cried out, as his length deepened, he pushed his hips up. His cock pushing, pushing. “That’s right, Y/N, touch yourself for me, you look so sexy.” He couldn’t control himself any longer, and began fucking me hard and fast, panting, his hair falling loose, and spreading around his face. “Ooof, ooh, so close” he grunted out, “so close, oh, I’m cumming, I’m cumming” he said, quickly, not breaking between words. He let out a growl as his seed squirted into me, he was so deep I could feel the hot liquid gush against the opening of my cervix. I came then, feeling his heat mingling with my own. My head shooting back, my jaw slackening as I cried out, hopelessly, uncontrollably coming undone for him.

We continued to sit with me in his lap, straddling his legs.

I cradled his head in my arms, pulling his cheek to my breast, my chin resting on the top of his head. He smelled like vanilla and leather and the smell left me feeling relaxed and slightly dazed.

All too soon, he was lifting my hips, easily, and sliding out of me.

We both stood and dressed. “I have to go, Y/N. But I want to keep seeing you-- I have to keep seeing you.” he  said, pulling his pants back up and zipping them.

I nodded, “Me too” I agreed, my finger rubbing my full lips, thoughtfully. He smiled, “tomorrow then darling, meet me at the Tea House on the corner of Main and 9th”. “It’s a date!” I beamed at him, grabbing my bag to head out of Room 214. As I turned the corner, Tom called to me, his voice muffled through the walls, coming closer, “Y/N?” I stopped, turning to find Tom’s arms closing around me in a warm embrace. He hugged me, rocking us back and forth, his face buried in my hair. “Tomorrow then…” he murmured into my hair, then let go. I walked away my skin tingling from his apparent adoration and intimacy, and with butterflies in my stomach.

BONUS: How I imagined him sitting watching you undress. 

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[ddeeric]

Why does your Jade look like an offensive caricature of transgender women? It looks like a TERF drew it lol.

ooh ouch i cant tell if you’re trying to troll me or are legit concerned but either way 

uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuhhhhhhhhhhh idk what about her looks like a caricature?/ that shes tall and kinda chubby? is it the kinda big nose? like its kind of an old and bad pic so the proportions are wonky and when i do an updated pic i can improve on that