#missdibley

So I no longer have access to @mssdbly, which was the primary account for which @missdibley and @oeffsee and @wondertossed are side-blogs. Not a huge deal but if you’re thinking of enabling two-factor authentication on your blog, be very careful about which authenticator app you use (read: don’t use Google Authenticator if you can help it, and if you’re using it here, perhaps enable 2FA via app *and* text message at least until Tumblr decides to provide backup codes that you can use in such an emergency).

ANYHOO.

If you see new follows from this account, do not be afeared! I won’t be posting here anyway, but I will follow folks who need to be followed for purposes of tagging if/when I post new fics.

Thank you.

Of all the gin joints in the world, why did Mina's celebrity crush have to walk into hers?

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“Is that him?” I looked up from my phone, glancing at my friend Lennie’s round face when she spoke to me. Lit only by the bright display, her eyes sparkled with some unseen delight as she followed someone as they moved through the bar where we were sitting. I froze when I followed her gaze, recognizing who it was. Ginger hair that sort of stuck out, getting messier when he ran his hair through it. He wore his glasses perched on the bridge of his patrician nose. Tall, lean. Broad shouldered with narrow hips. Like a swimmer, I thought, with big hands. He wore a slim blue sweater and jeans, but held his coat by its collar as he took a seat. The seat was low and he was tall, so it was awkward. Still, I could have watched him do that on repeat. The way one shoulder went up as he eased himself in. When he rubbed his chin, chuckling at some joke or compliment I couldn’t hear. He put his arm up on the partition of the booth, and my mouth felt dry as I watched the silhouette of his fingers tapping along the edge of that partition. It was Tom Hiddleston. In the firm — and possibly drunk — flesh. I hadn’t believed Lennie. Not when she texted me to say that I had to come out. I had sworn off The Old Town Ale House. It was always too crowded with students from Second City — they were all too hyper and full of themselves for my taste. Lennie could take it fine. She had to. She tended bar there, Thursdays through Saturdays. Primetime shifts. Those improv students may have been pompous assholes but at least they were good tippers.

@missdibley for general fandom/thirst: https://www.tumblr.com/follow/missdibley

@wondertossed for Thorki/Hiddlesworth (mostly reblogs of fan art and links to recommended fics): https://www.tumblr.com/follow/wondertossed

@oeffsee for Tom Hiddleston fan fiction: https://www.tumblr.com/follow/oeffsee