tom knows better


Tom : Here, this is for you. *slides the letter*


To. @drunkengaytom

Hey there, bud! Thank you so much for ordering our treats! I heard you were feeling down lately, so ㅡ you know what? These are on the house. I know this is not a proper way to run buisness but… I’m just really glad people even show up to our bakery! Heh, I hope you’ll be feeling better soon!

From. Eddsweets ((Ed, Tim and Matt!))

((It’s Edd and Tom, Matt.))
((Why did we decide to make Matt write the letter again?))
((Well… Matt does have a neat handwriting.))

Ringo cupcakes designed with : @unlikelykingdomsuit


Tom Hiddleston as Captain James Conrad in new trailers for Kong: Skull Island

x & x


Imagine getting thoroughly bashed by the tabloids when they find out you’re dating Tom. None of their comments were even original, just what you typically hear when someone wants to complain about a woman - you’re not thin enough, you’ve been with too many men, you’re too clingy. You try to pretend like it didn’t get to you, but Tom knows you better than that. He takes you in his arms, looks deep into your eyes, and tells you every little thing he loves about you until he’s convinced you feel better.

Originally posted by cheers-mrhiddleston


Fic Recs: Regency AU Cherik fics! A short and a long one:

Dance With Me by wallhaditcoming:

After his most recent tour, Erik Lehnsherr has finally earned the rank of Captain and a commission on a vessel all his own. With the prize money he has collected and this new rank, he finally feels secure enough in his future to propose to the man he has loved for years. He just prays that Charles is willing to have him.

Comments: ~1k words, short and fluffy and light and beautiful and yes, this is another one of those that I’ve reread several times when I want to cheer myself up, or get back into a comfortable cherik mood. IT’S TOO CUTE

No Longer in Silence by Black_Betty:

It has been eight years since Charles has seen Erik. Eight years since they parted under unkind circumstances and Erik went off to sea. The boy he once knew is Captain Lehnsherr now and they are as known to one another as strangers, and yet–Charles finds that eight years has done nothing to diminish the feelings he had when he was 16 and in love.

It’s unfortunate then that Erik doesn’t feel the same way.

(Persuasion AU)

Comments: ~26k words, brilliantly brilliantly written, and as a gigantic fan of Jane Austen, I can’t help but say this was something I craved really really badly, and boy did it deliver! It’s a bit heavier than the one above, but no less good, if you’re looking for some adfkja;ldkfj-ly done mutual pining.

Decisions, Decisions (Part 6)

Prompt: Imagine Tom Hiddleston has a crush on you and he is feeling jealous of James McAvoy on “The Graham Norton Show” because James talks about how great the chemistry was between you, his co-star, and him in your latest film.

Warnings: language, sexual content, adult content…?

Word Count: 3882

Note: Beta’d by @like-a-bag-of-potatoes​ - This fic would NOT be possible without you, and @amarvelouswritings​ - who let me badger the hell out of her. Thank you both a million! Used @theartofimagining13​ imagine

Also, some of the timelines are going to be off in this, to make stuff fit, and James’ wife and child are nonexistent - nothing against them, just easier to write if he didn’t have an ex wife and child. Texts are in italics

Tags: @wordacadabra   @frenchfrostpudding @lisssays @cocosierra94  @staceycasey123 @lucianightwolker @tacohead13 @queen–valeskaxx


The next day, you slept in, then went to the gym, grabbed some iced coffee, then went home to relax for a day off. But you couldn’t help but think of James. You toyed with texting and calling him or leaving him alone. Finally, you caved.

I’m sorry about last night. Could we talk about this, please?

No response happened for five minutes and you sighed. What were you going to talk about? You knew you wouldn’t confess everything, but maybe you could buy a tiny bit of more time, then no one could be hurt. You thought maybe, just maybe, you could have one more date with each of them, and then you’d decide.

Ida was busy with her job, otherwise you would’ve reached out to her, but you didn’t want to bother her or distract her. You felt so alone in that moment and you knew it was your fault. Watching James walk out the door last night hurt you far beyond what you thought was capable.

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“Yeah right, Tom! I bet you didn’t even think about us!” Tord screamed at Tom through his tears. His face was hot with anger.

Tom gaped at Tord and Edd. He didn’t know how to respond. He felt tears beginning to well up in his eyes; it stung. “I-I-,” he tried to form a coherent sentence, but the words wouldn’t come. He knew what he had done. He had no excuse.

“You what, Tom? You used us? You took advantage of us? You LIED to us? What?!”

“I-I just-” Tom clenched his fists. He couldn’t take this anymore. His throat was throbbing, and hot, salty tears ran down his cheeks. Without saying anything more he turned and ran. Right out the door.

Edd attempted to follow him, “Wait! Tom!” Tord grabbed him by his shoulder.

“Let him go. If we’re lucky he won’t come back.”

Edd jerked away from Tord, “How could you say that? Tom is our friend!”

“He used you! He hurt us! He lied to both of us!”

“He wasn’t the only one who lied. None of this would have happened if you two had told us what was going on between you.”

“That’s irrelevant. HE knew. HE knew and he still did it! And then he lied about it. What else could he have lied about?”

Edd turned away. He didn’t know what to say. He knew that Tom had used him, but it wasn’t entirely his fault. Edd knew he had been drunk, yet he still consented. Tom was his best friend, and he wouldn’t abandon him no matter what he had done.

Tord saw Edd’s expression and sighed. He placed his hand on his friend’s shoulder, “If it makes you feel any better, I’m sure he’ll be back by tomorrow.”

Edd wiped the tears from his face, “Yeah, I hope so.”

The next morning Edd woke up late. He sat up and yawned, dangling his legs over the side of his bed. The previous night’s events came rushing back to him like a wave, and he fell back onto his bed with a loud creak. He rubbed his eyes, “What have I gotten myself into?”

Eventually he got up, and he headed to the kitchen to find something to eat. No one else was around. He found some leftover pizza in the fridge and took a slice out to the living room. He had half expected to find Tom snoozing on the couch (as he usually did after a long night out) but was surprised to find the room empty. He sat down, slightly unsettled.

He jumped as he heard footsteps behind him, and turned to see Tord trudging groggily into the living room. He looked as if he had gotten no sleep, and his eyes were bloodshot.

“Tord, have you seen Tom?” Edd asked carefully.

“Wh- he isn’t back yet?” Tord’s eyes widened, then he grimaced, as if in pain, “Why am I not surprised.”

“Where do you think he could be?”

“Don’t care.” Tord opened the fridge and rummaged around, finally coming to the conclusion that cold pizza was all he was having for breakfast.

“Aren’t you at least a little bit worried?”

Tord hesitated, “Not really. He’s probably just throwing himself a pity party, trying to get us worried. He’ll be back soon enough.”

“You and I both know Tom better than that.” Edd replied.

“I suppose you’re right. He’s probably gone and gotten himself alcohol poisoning. Or he’s in the hospital after trying to off hims-” Tord stopped. Edd looked horrified, and even he shuddered at the thought. Even after all Tom had done he would never wish anything like that upon him.

“Don’t you dare say that!” Edd glared at Tord.

“You’re right, I’m sorry.” Tord looked away. He didn’t hate Tom. But he wasn’t sure if he loved him the same way anymore. He didn’t feel like he could trust him, and he was sure that things would never be the same between them.

The whole situation made Tord so angry. He wanted to hit him. To physically hurt him, so that he could know what it felt like to be betrayed. He knew it was wrong, but he couldn’t help but relish the thought.

“If he doesn’t come back by tonight I’m going to go look for him.” Tord was snapped out of his thoughts by Edd’s sudden statement.


“Tord, I’m really worried about him. He could be in serious trouble.” Tord glanced over at Edd. His face was creased with worry, but underneath he saw how tired he was. He saw his face tinted with sorrow and betrayal. But Edd was a loyal friend. He would do anything for him, Tom, and Matt.

“Well, you’re not going alone. You’re gonna need help.”

Edd smiled, “Thanks, Tord.”

That evening, Tom still hadn’t returned. Edd paced back and forth in front of the couch. Tord and Matt sat watching him worriedly.

“Are you sure you don’t want me to come?” Matt asked.

“It’s fine, Matt. Besides, we need someone to stay here in case Tom comes home.” Tord patted Matt on the back, then stood up with a groan, “Alright, Edd. Let’s head out. We can take my car.”

Edd followed Tord out to the car. It was red, Tord’s favorite color. But Edd noticed a strange hole in the side, near the fender.

“Tord, is this a bullet hole?”

“Oh that? That’s just a… rust spot!”

Edd looked harder at the hole. The paint around it was chipped, and the metal underneath was spotless, no rust in sight. He narrowed his eyes with suspicion, but said nothing. He got into the car next to Tord and they headed out.

“Now, where would Tom be?” Tord mumbled.

“I- I don’t know. He- he’s not answering his phone. It’s probably off. Should we call the police?”

“No. He’s a grown man. He has every right to leave when he wants, and he hasn’t been gone for that long.”

Edd sighed, and they drove in silence for a while. Eventually they found themselves in downtown. They came to a river and Tord slowed down to cross the bridge when suddenly Edd grabbed his arm.

“EDD!” Tord slammed on his brakes. Luckily there was no one behind him. The roads were strangely quiet.

“What are you thinking!”

“I saw Tom!” Edd gestured forward toward the bridge.

“Wha-” Tord followed Edd’s gaze and saw a man standing on the bridge, leaning on the rails. It was Tom. Edd unbuckled his seatbelt and reached for the door handle.

“Wait, uh, Edd.” Tord touched Edd’s arm. Edd looked at him quizzically.

“Maybe you should stay here.”

“Oh, uh, okay.” Edd put his seatbelt back on, “But I’m there at any sign of trouble”

“Alright then,” Tord stepped out of the car. We walked quietly up to Tom.

“You aren’t planning on jumping, are you?” Tord leaned on the rails by him. Tom jumped and turned sharply, but relaxed when he saw who it was and turned back to gazing out at the city.

Tord noticed the circles under his eyes; his hair was messy and tousled. Tom hadn’t gotten any sleep in over forty-eight hours.

Tom sighed, “No, just watching.”

“Care if I join you?”

Tom turned back to him, “I thought you couldn’t stand to be around me.” His tone was meant to be questioning, but his fatigue rendered his voice monotone.

“Look, Tom. What you did was wrong, but I didn’t take the time to consider everything… You still should have told me. If you had just told the truth none of this would have happened.”

“I know, I just-” Tom rubbed his eyes with both hands, “I just didn’t want to lose you. I thought you would hate me.”

“Tom, I would never hate you. There’s nothing you could do that would make that happen.”

Tord had had some time to think. The more he had thought about it, the less angry he became.

“Tord, I’m really sorry. I don’t expect you to forgive me.”

“But I do.”

“Really? Why?” Tom looked at him questioningly.

“Everyone deserves a second chance,” Tord knew that Tom would do the same for him, “But, I’m not the only one you need to apologize to.” Tord gestured to the car where Edd waited.

“Yeah, you’re right.”

Tom and Tord walked back to the car. Edd jumped out and wrapped Tom in an enormous hug, “Tom! I’m so glad you’re okay! I was so worried.”

Tom hugged Edd back, “I’m sorry, Edd. For everything.”

Several Years Later…

Tom opened the door, and was surprised to see a familiar, but scarred, face staring back at him.


“Tom, I- please, I just-” Tord stuttered, he couldn’t seem to form the words.

“Save it commie.” Tom pulled Tord into a hug.

“W-what are you-”

“Everyone deserves a second chance.”

Tord bit his lip as tears ran down his face, and he hugged him back.

(Wow, okay so.. I spent way more time in this than I should have lol. Personally, I think it’s kinda cringey, but that’s just me. Sorry it’s a bit late, but not by much!)


Trivial Things | Self Para

My dad had limitations. That’s what my good-hearted mom always told us. He had limitations, but he meant no harm. It was kind of her to say, but he did do harm.

Gone Girl, by Gillian Flynn

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okay I don’t know if this is a unpopular opinion bc I don’t follow blogs on the flash (bc of spoilers) but I just started season 3 and I just hate how things have changed… first two seasons I loved but the team fallen apart and this new sad cisco just break my heart? I find it so frustrating I can’t bear to watch it and I find it such a shame bc I really loved it at first

imagine Tom overhearing something that sounds distinctly not-appropriate-for-his-daughter, (”Mmm, you know just how I like it~”) and trying to interrupt like the nosy father he is, only to find Marinette scratching Adrien under the chin or something

imagine Marinette greeting her father as though petting her boyfriend like he’s some kind of cat is the most normal thing she’s done all week
(“Oh hey Papa, what’s up?”
“I uh… was just checking if you kids were hungry”)

Adrien immediately perks up bc cookies maybe?? As Tom is leaving he catches Marinette reaching up to scratch behind Adrien’s ear while she teases him about how much he likes cookies


Some are born to sweet delight, some are born to endless night.. (Miss Marple: Endless Night)

anonymous asked:

Solomon might have a thing for your sister. She might have thing for him too.

I’m not going anywhere near that one. @asknezrowan is a smart woman, and she knows what he’s capable of even better than I do. If @askmrsolomon ever tried something  she wasn’t comfortable with, I have full faith in Nez that she’d be perfectly capable of snapping his neck.