And these are the sorts of conversations I have now. This is my life, one year into the hiddlehole.
Though the appearance of the gloves is only reinforcing my headcanon that there is SOMEONE in Tom’s camp on Tumblr. Someone. Someone who’s reading my desires and bringing them to life….god, that’s macabre….but we’ll see if that damn riding crop shows up.
I wasn’t suspicious until he wore an exact replica of the ring, but in gold. And gloves. And a watch chain. Like, whatever things i didnt know were erotic the Jaguar ad didn’t hit, this film seems to take care of. Seriously, i like your idea of requesting things. A riding crop for sure. I want disheveled hair.
You guys, I’m telling you. That’s why he has two phones.