Just stop a minute and smile

Thomas Williams Hiddleston Age: 76 Race: Imaginary Friend Occupation: Teacher Subject: Ballroom Dance Dorm: Aer || Room: 2C •• ♦ •• ♦ •• ♦ •• •• ♦ ••

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[thinkpozitiv]

Self care is not selfish. http://ift.tt/2GdSX1u

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Booh! - Jieun + Tom

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leejieun-ia:

Tightening the blanket around her shoulders, Jieun returned the offered smile from the other as he finally found his voice. She had no doubt frightened him which was what she had semi hoped for, but it would seem he wasn’t angry over it which was nice. Not everyone could take a joke, especially in a cemetery.

“Flirting with me by moonlight? How bold of you.” She was teasing of course and with a laugh she shifted the book in her hands as he approached. “I’m Jieun, and now you really do owe me a date. Why you’re even dressed appropriately for a night on the town.” It wasn’t often she saw men in actual full dressy suits. It was nice, different but nice. “And what am I to call you?”

The flowers he held were beautiful and her eyes lingered there a moment before rising back to his face. One normally only brought flowers to the cemetery if they were visiting someone. For a moment her expression softened. “I hope I’m not disturbing you from paying your respects.”

“Jieun, a beautiful name. It’s my pleasure to meet you. My name is Thomas, but you can call me Tom”, he was fascinated by the aura surrounding her. There was something pure yet mysterious hiding behind those beautiful eyes. “It’s been a while since I last had a conversation in English like this”

 His blue eyes lost their shiny, lively glance as his gaze fell upon the bouquet as she mentioned it. It was complicated. On the one hand, he could sympathize with the loss Minyoung went through as she lost her one true friend. But on the other hand, this very lost was the reason that crossed their path. Would someone he just met understand this conflict he was carrying in his heart? Was it selfish of him to be glad that he could have been part of the life of a young girl which was only caused by a deep loss tearing her little heart apart?

 “I didn’t know him. But he was an important friend to someone I cherish. I would like to display my respect, but you didn’t disturb me at all”, his eyes wandered back to meet her eyes. His smile now was tainted with a hint of sadness. “Would you like to join me?”

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Jealous Lovers Sentence Starters

as requested by anon. Feel free to change pronouns or anything else !

“Who was that?”

“I don’t like the way he/she/they look/s at you.”

“How could I make you jealous? I melt whenever you say my name.”

“Hi! I’m ___’s girlfriend/boyfriend/partner/etc. Ever heard of me?”

“So what if I’m jealous?”

“You are spending WAY too much time with that guy/girl/person.”

“How come you never do that with me?”

“Hey. You’re mine.” / “Don’t worry. I’m yours.”

“I’m going to kick his/her/their ass! No one can touch you like that except for me.”

“I heard you and ___ had lunch.”

“Are you jealous?~”

“Can I just give you another hickey?” / “Did you really have to give me so many hickeys?”

“I can’t have these people all over you.”

“Oh, come on. Don’t worry about him/her/them, we’re just friends.”

“Don’t you trust me?” / “You’re not the one I don’t trust…”

“I know that you love me, but your jealousy is getting out of hand.”

“You don’t own me…except when you make that face.”

“I don’t remember our hello kiss being a hello makeout. Are you threatened by my friend?”

“Who are you texting? I thought I just saw a heart emoji.”

“Why is your ass so amazing? Everyone is staring at it and I hate it.”

“Hey, pal. His/her/their eyes are up there.”

“I don’t know what that was about, but I love seeing you all riled up.”

“This is outrageous. I demand more attention.”

“Oh you and ___ went there? That’s where we went on our first date.”

“You’re with ME now.”

“What is/are he/she/they doing here?”

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AndyGotts:

That midweek feeling! Happy #HumpDay. #TomHiddleston #photography #OneShotGotts

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zoe-ia:

“I will definitely drop by, Thomas.” Zoe smiled with certainty. Maybe she’d give it a try once she’s there to witness his class. Who knows right? Anyhow, that would be in the back of her mind because right now she would give him a short tour. Exciting? Definitely. Pressuring? Of course! She’s with a teacher. It would be a different story if he was a student. Though, it would be quite an honor. “Uhm, is it Vighulir?” She then continued on with raised brows.

His face lightened up as the girl said the name of this lovely village he meant to look around. “Yes, thank you. That’s the name I should remember”, now his excitement for this tour rose. As someone who had been here around for a while, the pixie would be a great guide for him. And maybe it wouldn’t be bad to make friends with her, even though he was one of the staff. For him, it was more of title. It was strange to be called Thomas instead of Tom, but maybe he would get used to it soon.

[anotherfallingworld]

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Plots (1/???)

Happy belated Birthday (anyone):

It had been another year since the day that marked his existence. The imaginary turned 76 years old a month ago. But with his new jobs and only a few people that he knew too little, it didn’t bother him to celebrate it. But your muse found out about this and couldn’t let it slip by like that, though it actually did for a month. It’s time to celebrate his birthday. 

His V-card (anyone):

There is a secret that Tom would unlikely share with anyone. But after many drinks, lots of dancing and his aching feet, the imaginary friend finally gave in and told your muse about his secret: He’s a virgin. Yes, he had kissed before. But with his priority is taking care of the kids, he had never dared to take things any further to keep his focus on the kids.  How is your muse going to react to that and what will happen then?

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m’lady

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taexmin-ia: 

Taemin would be thankful once he actually took in what exactly was going on, but, it had still been quite startling. Especially when he was wrapped up more, taking in a slow breath and holding it in when the man’s hands were so close to him, but he let it out when he realized how crazy he must seem. He was just not big on stranger danger, apparently. But the cheshire seemed to relax, despite the ‘scolding’. “Won’t you be cold?” He argued quietly, childishly wanting some kind of 'last word’ on the argument, apparently.

Bright eyes had dropped down while his own hands gripped the edges of the jacket, still not really cold but definitely not complaining about the warmth. It wasn’t overwhelming which was relieving, that and (as stated before) he really did appreciate the odd and sudden show of concern…though he really wanted to give his jacket back, it seemed expensive.

His gaze snapped back up to the man’s expression when he was questioned, caught off guard yet again. “No,” he shook his head and straightened up, his brow furrowing, “But it seems like it,” he’d remember his smell, at the very least. “Maybe just a weird coincidence,” but he still felt familiar. Which was another comfort he hadn’t expected. Even if the feeling was much–lighter than his own, due to the circumstances of their race similarities but….also blatant differences. “Dreams or something,” this was moreso meant for himself, though being the unfiltered brat that he could be, mumbled it rather than keeping his mouth shut as he used his knuckles to rub at one of his cheeks and eyes.

As the other let out that remark, Tom just couldn’t hold back his laughter. Indeed, he could feel the cold slowly creeping up his arms, since he was only wearing one of his many jackets and neat white shirt. The only thing that was holding him warm was the crimson scarf around his neck and the gloves black gloves made of leather. But it didn’t bother him much. His heart felt warm that he could take care of others. There were times the imaginary friend questioned this urge of his. Was it bounded to his existence? Had it gone too far? But at this moment, the other male caught his attention more than anything else, which seemed strange. They just met.

 “Well, I can’t deny that. But I could live with a little cold, not with seeing someone walking around like that”, with a simple shrug, he just admitted the truth. There was no use of arguing about this matter. His brown brows knitted as his ears caught the word ‘dreams’. That rang some bells for him, yet it still seemed far away.

 “I guess we have to go through the introduction session then. My name is Thomas Hiddleston, in charge of Ballroom Dancing class. And you definitely don’t take my class.”, the last statement was rather meant to be a question to make sure that they hadn’t run into each other before.

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[moirawhimsimoth]

Excuse me literally everyone I follow…

I’m going to need you to calm down with that Tom Hoddleston/Loki… my queue is sitting at 300 and I’m trying desperately to post something other than him… ya’ll are making it hard. -_-

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@umi-ia :

Noticing the new face in the teacher lounge, the imaginary decided to approach him, of course with a smile on his lips, "Welcome to the academy. I'm Thomas." He held out his left hand to offer a hand-shake.

“Umi,” he shook the man’s hand firmly, “Thank you. Are people here always this welcoming? Do they put something in the coffee — or is it the tea?” He looked seriously suspicious as he pulled the other closer slightly, as if to whisper instead. Then he let go of the hand and he smiled faintly.

A soft laughter escaped his thin lips at the remark of the new colleague. “For myself, I can say that this is how I am. But maybe it’s the air”, he shrugged his shoulders. “But would you have preferred to be attacked instead? In that case, I could only throw sweets at people to defend myself”

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The great Unknown - Aeson+Tom

Being around the academy for a while now, the imaginary friend was excited to finally take his mind of work and enjoy some new views that this beautiful country had to offer and the mountain Songnisan just seemed to be the perfect choice for a change in this time of the year where the mountain was covered in layers and layers of white snow. But his excitement was deemed to be dimmed by the waiting he had to endure as it would be fun to go on a trip spontaneously without booking a room ahead. He should have expected that the hostels to be crowded. Now he was standing there with an offer and a stranger that seemed quite familiar to him. The owner left the desk to the give them a few minutes to discuss the matter.

“By the way, I’m Tom”, the imaginary friend smiled at the other man whom he might share a suit with for the next two nights before he headed back to Seoul. The sound of music in the background was soothing, but it couldn’t deafen the sound of the howling wind outside of the hostel which was designed as one of the traditional houses of Korea. Its charm got under his skin. “It doesn’t seem to get any better soon”, tipping his head towards the door, he was talking about the weather, “Neither of us should go out and look for another place to stay. It wouldn’t kill me to spend a night with you”, the tall man softly chuckled as it was meant to be a joke. In fact, his death couldn’t be occurred by any physical force.

While sitting there chatting with his possible roommate for a couple of days, Tom could feel the warmth creeping up on his cold body. It was fascinating for him to experience things like this. It made him feel alive in a simple way, yet it was wonderful.

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Tom Hiddleston photographed by Matthias Vriens McGrath, 2015.

[avanashmore]

❄️👅❄️

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avan-ia:

Avan spent a lot of time outside when it snowed — he enjoyed snow, but even more enjoyed the mood it got people in. He was talking with a few students that went to same classes as him when he was greeted by the teacher he’d enjoyed talking with before.. Thomas, was it? Avan grinned widely, eyes bright with joy as he waved a quick bye to the ones he’d been talking with while guided out with the teacher.

“It is..” he looked up at the sky, his nose scrunching as snowflakes landed on his face. “Ya ever been in a snowball fight? Bet I’d beat you with ease.” Was that a challenge? Maybe. He side-eyed the teacher with a smirk, nudging him with an elbow.

The sound of snowflakes being squeezed underneath his shoes while he was walking further on the field of white snow sounded like music in his ears and only boosted his excitement for winter. At the question of the student, the imaginary friend just burst into laughter. It must be a tad strange for a teacher doing something like this. Perhaps the childish side of his came from James, the reason of his existence at the first place. He looked at the good looking male and chuckled, “Doesn’t seem plausible that a grown ass man enjoys such a simple thing as snow?”

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@avan-ia - unnamed thread

@leejieun-ia - Booh!

@zoe-ia - unnamed thread

@taexmin-ia - unnamed thread

It’s been a while since I was last active here due to my exams (11 of that kind and I almost lost my mind). I’m sincerely sorry for taking forever to reply. 

@kimhyolyn-ia : I will work on the reply soon. 

If you would like to have a little fun with this sweet imaginary friend, hit me up on line (hyperteddy) or here or simply like this entry and you will have me creeping around in your inbox. 

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taexmin-ia:

Taemin hadn’t been paying much attention to his surroundings, just happy that snow had finally fallen. He’d liked winter before, but, he’d become especially fond of it due to his guardian and adoptive sister. his tolerance for the cold was quite good, though, he knew he’d be scolded for running around in just a sweater and jeans. At least he had appropriate footwear?

The cheshire had just been about to get up and find somewhere to practice his illusions when he felt a heavy..thing drop onto his shoulders, covering his back as well. At first, he didn’t compute that it was a jacket, but–lord knows what else it could be, he still nearly jumped out of his skin in the process of stumbling forward and trying to turn around to see who or what was ‘attacking’ him. Bright baby blue eyes were met with a stranger–felt oddly familiar, Taemin noted–who was…scolding? him. Or just telling him to not risk his appendages in the freezing cold.

Thankfully, he hadn’t fallen. And also thankfully, he hadn’t thrown the jacket off, either. The warmth was startling against his much cooler body, but–“A-ah–but..” What was it that felt familiar about this man? He didn’t recognize him, it was just a feeling. “I..um, I have a sweater..?”

Others might question his behaviour in this situation. Without a warning, he just dropped his jacket on the shoulders of a total stranger, then he scolded at him for not dressing suited to the weather. But could anyone blame him? His existence based on taking care of others, specifically taking care of children, who were in one way or another abandoned by their parents or peers. As the student turned around with a confused expression all over his face, which was understandable, the imaginary friend just pulled at the jacket a little, so his cold body was neatly wrapped up, “Sweater or not, you shouldn’t run around like that”

Now that the urge of taking care of the stranger was partly satisfied, the tall man could sense something strange yet familiar and intriguing feeling in the air between them. His blue eyes captured every line, every detail of the student’s face, yet he couldn’t put a finger on it. “Have we met before?”, though he was quite convinced of a negative answer, it was still worth a try.