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‘Damn her,’ his inner thoughts growled. She’d done it again; gotten away with the last word.
The God of Mischief had been keeping an eye on Miss Lewis for quite some time, with her being so close with Thor’s beloved Jane, it’d be simple to somehow gain access to the Avengers intel.
That was until he came face to face with the little sarcastic dark haired being. He wasn’t sure why his pulse quickened when he noticed the color of her eyes or how they always seemed to gleam with tease.
No, Miss Lewis will take some time it seems.
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(via feministbecky)
Everything I reblog featuring or mentioning Tom Hiddleston will be tagged with “my heart hurts” because that’s exactly how it feels.
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You MUST have this on your blog. Everyone needs to see. (x)
WHY MUST TOM HIDDLESTON BE SO PERFECT? My heart hurts.
(via mtvisgarbage)
FINALLY FOUND THE LOKI’D VIDEO!
reblogging. because of course.
Reblogging for reasons.
I did something bad.
I was judging myself the whole time I was making it but like I said before..
I regret nothing.
OMFG EVERYONE LISTEN
OMFG I’M FUCKING SCREAMIIIIIIING!!
I was casually listening….and then BOOM
I CLAPPED AND WENT HOLY FUCK OUT LOUD
IN FRONT OF MY (NORMAL) NEIGHBOURS.
OMG IM CRYING OH MY GOD HAHAHA
FOREVER REBLOG
IT’S BACK IT’S BALCIJKXKDSFGJHFDSDS
I-I
I’M HOWLING
HAHAHA THIS IS THE BEST THING
Jesus CHRIST WHAYSBDJDDMDLZEKWW
THESE ARE ACTUAL TEARS!!!!!!!
WHAT
JUST
HAPPENED
(via mtvisgarbage)
Tom Hiddleston reads Bright Star by John Keats
Bright star, would I were stedfast as thou art—
Not in lone splendour hung aloft the night
And watching, with eternal lids apart,
Like nature’s patient, sleepless Eremite,
The moving waters at their priestlike task
Of pure ablution round earth’s human shores,
Or gazing on the new soft-fallen mask
Of snow upon the mountains and the moors—
No—yet still stedfast, still unchangeable,
Pillow’d upon my fair love’s ripening breast,
To feel for ever its soft fall and swell,
Awake for ever in a sweet unrest,
Still, still to hear her tender-taken breath,
And so live ever—or else swoon to death.
Just come over and shag me already, you gorgeous bloke.
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