#talktotwhiddlestondarling

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@talktotwhiddlestondarling

Piper squirmed a bit in her seat, and double checked her bag of gifts for the cast. This was her first big film premiere for her blog and channel. She didn’t want to risk messing this up.

Before the premiere of Thor: Ragnarok, Disney invited many interviewers to talk to the cast before seeing the movie for the first time. Since Piper had run a show on YouTube reviewing films and publishing them on her blog as well, she was one of the lucky few.

But today made her especially nervous. Like every other girl online, she just happened to have a crush on the actor who played the god of mischief (as well as the character). She took a few deep breaths, ready for the next actor to come in for their interview.

[talktotwhiddlestondarling]

The Good Doctor {the-bitter-princess}

the-bitter-princess:

I knew it was silly to be nervous. He was just another human being. Another person. Another patient. And I would treat him as such. But I still couldn't shake the flitting feeling in my gut.

I hear Cassandra, my secretary, leading him to the door. The clicking of her heels followed by heavy footfalls. Forcing myself to focus, I stand as she opens the door, plastering on my professional smile. "Hello, Mr. Hiddleston." I say softly, extending my arm to shake his hand. "Please, come in." I add, motioning then to the small couch opposite my chair. Thank god he couldn't hear my racing heartbeat. Adjusting my skirt, I take my seat, reaching to start the timer and grab my notebook. "Are you comfortable?" I ask him, smiling again.

Tom knew he’d needed therapy - at least someone to talk to since his fame had well and truly blown up. His mind felt crowded, his body exhausted and he was starting to lose the joy for the little things in life. On top of all this, a bad last relationship had left far too many open wounds for one man to handle, so here he was. 

The establishment was expensive-looking, but Tom knew he needed the best help, and both this therapist and Sally had been highly recommended. She was strikingly beautiful and Tom was immediately taken aback. He’d been expecting someone that resembled his elementary maths teacher - but as the door opened, a sweet-smiled young woman greeted him. She was impeccably polite and immediately made him feel at ease. 

Sitting in the large, comfy armchair opposite her, Tom crossed his leg at the ankle, resting it on his opposite knee and took a breath. Goodness, she was extremely pretty - oh the cliché of crushing on your therapist. 

“Yes, I am. Thank you. And thank you for finding a space for me, I know you are extremely busy.”

[redeemedasgardian]

My Tumblr Crushes:

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talktotwhiddlestondarling (7%)

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icyxmischief (6%)

thelegendarydarcylewis (5%)

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thunderandmischief-twobrothers (3%)

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// I'm totally crushing on myself, lmao.

[thenamesallison]

[Protector / protectee} “Please try and stay out of trouble.” Tom's brow was furrowed in worry as he looked at Ally. "Please."

“I won’t get hurt, I promise.” Ally couldn’t promise that she’d stay out of trouble; that pretty much went against her job description. “It should be an easy in and out mission. It’s a scared kid, not an evil bad guy, so normally it’s a lot of talking and the occasional supportive hug.” 

[eliseelinaeriksson]

talktotwhiddlestondarling answered your ask: “Are you crying?”

Tom looked up at the voice and sniffed, quickly wiping away the tears on his sleeve, his phone held limp in his hand.

“Oh…Elise, I…I’m sorry. Yes, I was crying.” He tipped his head back, desperately trying to let the tears sink back into his eyes.

“My Mother just called, my grandmother has been rushed to the hospital, she’s really not very well and I’m just a little…overwhelmed.” He paused, sniffing again, and looking around for a tissue;

“I’m sorry you have to see me like this.”

“No, you don’t have to apologise for crying.” She said and sat down next to him, rubbing his shoulder soothingly. “You’re allowed to cry when you’re sad, or stressed, or overwhelmed.. or frustrated.” Elise gave him a tissue to clean up his face with some. 

“Would you like a moment for yourself?... Or would you rather I stay here with you for now?”

[jules-of-denial]

The Fragility of These Moments

@talktotwhiddlestondarling

The gray sky overhead was a welcome sight to the young woman that found herself half-tripping onto the London street, armful of manuscripts in one arm and a take away cup from Black Sheep coffee weighing her down as she found an unencumbered horizontal surface to set her things down on. Juliet Sullivan hadn’t really expected the level of hipster douche-baggery that she had just experienced and so had very nearly run once her coffee order had come up; she needed to recoup before she pressed on to work.

Coffee down, she flipped open the saddlebag against her hip and slid the manuscripts where they belonged. Normally the coffee shop was totally fine but there was a certain cluster of rude jerks in one corner that were particularly snide in a way that she bet they didn’t think she picked up on it.

“Finally,” she murmured into the chilly September air, adjusting the wool cap on her dark hair and blinking around her contacts. She alternated between glasses and contacts, depending on how tired she felt or how little effort she decided to put into her appearance for the day. With her bag hoisted on the opposite hip from the strap of her shoulder, she started off in the direction of Bloomsbury – only to realize, not twenty feet away, that she had completely forgotten her coffee on the table. Turning about quickly, she searched the space that was more or less being filled with travelling bodies to see if her cup was even still worth rescuing.

It had, it appeared, been knocked off the table by a passerby - it had disappeared entirely from her view. Jules hoped whomever had spilled it had gotten some of the nectar of the gods on their hem, at least. Throwing up her hands very minutely in mild despair, she adjusted her bag and started again the direction of the publishing house. There was a Starbucks around the corner from it, she could replace the forgotten cup with minor grumbling even if the barista there burned her espresso half the time.

What had started as a decently innocuous morning had turned sour between the rude patrons of the shop, the loss of her caffeine, and then the onset of a mild downpour. She was unconcerned about the manuscripts; she had a particularly expensive bag that would more or less ensure the documents would remain unscathed.

However, her inability to remember to bring an umbrella with her half of the time meant that her wool cap was soon sodden and her long-sleeve shirt uncomfortable.

She couldn’t help but laugh a little, in that sort of manic way one laughs when their world just keeps pelting them with lemons. Wiping at her face with the sleeve of her shirt, she was stopped by the foot traffic at a busy corner. Internalizing her huff, she folded her arms under her chest and tried to shimmy herself a little closer to the nearest building’s awning without being too obvious about it.

[detectivemxriarty-blog]

Night at the theater. || Closed

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Orla had previous experience as a security guard so getting into character wasn’t difficult for her. The case was interesting. Some lunatic was kidnapping actors and actresses, that were later found dead. The bodies were described as well preserved as if the kidnapper was trying to hold on to their beauty. It was a freaky sight. Another odd thing about this kidnapper: eyewitnesses compared his attire to the costume of The Phantom from The Phantom of the Opera, which was bizarre, maybe even comical. Yet effective as the Scotland Yard was left with questions and head scratching for hours. So of course Orla had to take on the case. The theater was rumored to be attacked by the, oddly dressed, stranger that night. The owners and the producer were informed that she would be on the field, but the actors weren't. Few hours before the show, Orla had decided to take extra precautions and search the place. She looked for hidden escape routes or anything that linked to the kidnapper.  She had the access to the dressing rooms too, as she was told the actors weren't going to arrive until later that evening. Dressed in her security clothes -Black jeans and black shirt with the words 'security'- she was searching one of the rooms. An actor, in his 30's, clearly tall. Of course she didn't know who he was. But from the choice of clothing in his room, she could get those little details. 

With a hum she searched the room, running her hands along the walls and checking the ventilation. She was standing on a chair when the door opened behind her. Naturally she believed it was the owner. "It seems this room is clean I'll kee-" As she turned around, she stopped in mid sentence. That was definitely not the owner or the producer.

[theelegantdivaa-archive]

“your red sock turned all my whites pink.” Tom held up several of his white shirts that had been turned a very off-shade of pink. He then held up the red sock that was too small to be his. "Emphasis on your sock my love."

Melissa glanced over at the pile of pale pink shirts and snorted a sheepish giggle. “Looks like we’ll have to do a better job sorting next time,” she soothed innocently, smiling up at him. “I’m sorry, my dear,” she added, taking the sock from him and kissing his cheek.

[layathedarkone]

“How is it that you’re so small, but still managed to take up all of the bed?”

Platonic Cuddling/Bed-sharing Starters!

Laya chuckled at that, giving a stretch. “I guess I’m just used to it?” She moved up to sit, “I usually sleep alone, but that was wonderful.”

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In the Dark (RP with @talktotwhiddlestondarling )

@talktotwhiddlestondarling

Rosalind Turner looked around the room she was put in. It certainly was nice. Why was it that the nicest places could still feel like a cell?

Why was she even here? Oh that’s right-her father sold her. Well, that wasn’t true. Her father was up to his eyeballs in debt and had a multitude of enemies out for blood. Someone was willing to help, but in exchange, he wanted Rosalind to stay with her.

There was a knock at the door, and a maid came in.

“Miss, my master has requested that you wear this,” she said, handing her a blindfold.

Rosalind’s eyes widened at it. Was this guy being serious? She already was forced to dress her best-her classic black dress, but what was this about?

“Why?” she bitterly asked.

“Well, should the worst happen, my master believes it is best that you do not know what he looks like. He knows of your skills, and should one of your father’s enemies find you, it will help,” the maid replied. “My master will be along shortly,” she finished, leaving the blindfold on the bed and left the room.

Rosalind looked down at the scrap of dark fabric. She hated this idea. What if this guy was ugly? Or cruel? Well, he certainly was well off, due to the size of his mansion and all.

She sat on the bed and took the fabric in her hands. It was thick, yet soft. There was no chance of her seeing anything through it. Softly sighing, she tied it around her eyes, and waited, anxiety kicking in, for this mystery man to come in.

[thenamesallison]

♦

Send me a “♦” for the first word my muse thinks of when your muse is mentioned.

“Gentleman.”

[eliseelinaeriksson]

[Send me a ship] Tom/Elise

-always wins when they play Trivia CrackProbably Elise. She’s got a lot of random facts in her head.

-laughs when their partner trips on somethingUnless the other got hurt, probably both, but Elise would laugh more since watching someone so tall fall or trip is very entertaining.

-would drop ice down the back of the other’s shirt as a jokeI’d say Thomas

-spoils the ending of books/moviesElise would do it to annoy him.

-always posts a picture of the other as their MCM or WCWElise isn’t very big on social media so probably Tom.

-eats the last piece of cake in the fridge before the other can have itThomas. 

-obnoxiously celebrates Monday Punday every weekElise, she’s quite punny. Hahah...

-makes loving hack posts on the other’s Facebook/Instagram/Tumblr/Twitter etcTom.

-has to beat their partner in every gameElise if it’s card games.

-keeps their partner up half the night talking about random stuffElise for sure. 

-eats too much garlic and tries to kiss their partner anywayHmmmm... I’d say Tom, probably.

[theelegantdivaa-archive]

Tom padded softly up the stairs to find his Kitten curled up in bed. She hadn't been herself recently, and whilst there wasn't much Tom could do, he was there for her. Despite still being in his shirt and suit trousers, he slid into bed, spooning her warm body and wrapping her up in his arms. Tom kissed Melissa's bare shoulder, murmuring into her skin; "Hi baby, Daddy's here, okay?"

Melissa was curled up in their bed, staring at the wall as her drying tears crackled on her skin. She sniffled softly as she heard Tom’s soft voice, her body not finding the strength to move a muscle. 

[detectivemxriarty-blog]

The first time they got a scar:  Orla got her first scar at the age of 12 when she had to get her appendix removed.  The first they got into a physical fight:  She was 14 years old. She had been bullied a lot when she finally stood up for herself and it broke into a massive fight. It got her kicked out of school. They first time they ran away from home:  Orla was known for running away from home a lot. Her first time was when she was 15 The first time they got drunk: 16, she got into her father’s mini bar. She got into a lot of trouble for that. The first time they tried a cigarette:  Also 16, she hit her rebellious stage. The first time they got high:  Orla was 17 and at a house party. She thought it was a cigarette but in reality it was a joint someone was passing around. The first time they got their period:  She was 13 years old and,unfortunately, in school when it happened. The first time they bought a cd/record:  Liebe ist fur alle das- Rammstein. A CD from 2009 that she bought when she was 16 [She didn’t buy it in 2009, they were selling used copies so she bought it] The age they were expecting their first child:  Orla doesn’t have children in any verse. The age had their first kiss: surprisingly 17 The person they had their first kiss with: It was a guy by the name of Henry that she met at a party The age they lost their virginity :  Orla was 17 and sober. The person they had sex with for the first time: A temporary boyfriend she had who was called Charles The first person they loved romantically:  It was a woman by the name of Annabel that she went to university with. The age they got into their first relationship:  17, but it was a temporary boyfriend. Their first significant other: Charles The age they got their driver’s licence:  21 The first time they got arrested:  She was never arrested. Because she was never caught. The age they got their own home:  Once Jim died, so around 18 years old The first time they did something illegal:  Smoking weed. The first car they bought/were gifted: Ford Fiesta.

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Tagging: @adler-thewoman @bl00dyj1mmy [And who ever wishes to do it]

[rileymcdaniels]

talktotwhiddlestondarling replied to your post: Day 2 of law school is over. I mean, class is over...

//I need to get me a t-shirt like that, especially for my second year of uni - I could barely manage a year of she/her - it was so hard �� where did you get your t-shirt from?

From amazon - just search “ask me about my pronouns” and you’ll find shirts and buttons and all that good stuff. The shirts are around $17-20. They’re super effective in getting people to ask and once they’ve asked, once they’re the ones who made the active effort to engage, I think they’re much less likely to be a dick. But since you’re in uni, people are going to generally be more accepting and cool with the idea of different pronouns. I can’t obviously speak for all higher education because both of my schools have been in the lefty liberal state of Washington in the US but higher ed tends to be liberal and accepting.

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Talking to Tom

About Me; I'm Charlie, I'm 22, prefer they/them pronouns and I'm the laziest art student you ever did meet. I live in England, and I've been roleplaying on and off with this blog for the last five years. I'd like to think I'm a somewhat experienced writer, I've dealt with and written with a lot of characters and story lines over the years, and I'm looking for some new people to roleplay with - short-term, or long term. 

Character; If you haven't already guessed, I roleplay as the wonderful actor Tom Hiddleston. I have never met him, I do not know him, I simply interpret him as he presents himself to the public. I don't not claim to be him or have any affiliation with the real person. If you're uncomfortable roleplaying with 'real-life' characters, I am not the partner for you, however - if you are, let me elaborate; 

Tom is gentle, sweet & kind hearted. He'd do anything for anyone, is unwaveringly polite, has a passion for books, reading, Shakespeare, cups of tea, and has a terrible smoking habit on the side. He owns a house that was given to him by his parents, (you can find more about that here) and has a collection of pets that he loves dearly (you can read about Tom's likes, dislikes and pets here) - he's always open to trying new things, and loves meeting pretty much anyone, supernatural or otherwise and is genuine soul. 

Timezone: GMT

Types of Roleplay; Honestly? I'm pretty much down for anything. Romance, drama, adventures, travel - storylines involving libraries, coffee shops & acting work are my favourite. I'm not opposed to NSFW content either, sex, relationships, pregnancy, familIes, marriage, even some kink/BDSM - Tom is pansexual, so everybody is welcome! I'm fond of AUs - historical mostly, princes and princesses, even a little bit of fantasy! 

Things I want to avoid; My list of topics and rules about roleplaying can be found here - but to summarise, anything to do with drug abuse, sexual assault, violence, excessive gore (Vampire/blood play is fine!) & eating disorders (other mental health problems aren't an issue) Tom isn't violent by nature, never has been and never will be, so fights and violence are something I actively try and avoid. 

Style; Multiple paragraphs, always. I've never been able to write in one liners or dialogue, I like to flesh out what's happening with my character, and I will always try and avoid controlling my partner's character, and if I do so, please tell me! 

Methods of contact;  - Roleplay Blog; talktotwhiddlestondarling - Personal Blog; whenthe-darknesscomes {has autoplay music}

Other things; I have a chronic health condition, and I'm also a full-time University student, so this dictates how active I am and how quick I am to reply. I usually try and dedicate a few hours of my evening to my roleplaying, but I ask that you're not impatient with me, I'm often bed ridden and asleep, or working - but I will try my hardest. If you've got any issues or concerns, don't hesitate to message and ask me. 

I really hope I can find some new people, I'm excited to start this blog back up again, my love and relationship with my character is deep, the blog has been running for over five years now - it's my baby. Thank you for taking the time to read this, and I can't wait to meet some new faces!