chaosmustbemaintained:

claimtoloveme:

lokisfairmaiden:

redwine-n-hiddles:

Can I please just curl up into a ball and cry? And when I’m finished, someone please send him over to bite me and well you know I am for once not writing it down because you all have the same dirty thoughts when you see this I am sure.

This is just… Wow. Hunf. HNG. Oh God. No. Stop doing this to me. Why. I can’t. Can’t control my feelings. Oh Jesus my hormones. HUNF. HUUUUUNF.

Aaaaaaand that’s me, dead.

Shakespeare in the Park (an open Reader/Tom tale/rp)

(‘Reader’, in this tale, obviously carries my traits: amazingly long hair, very short (5’2”). Feel free to reply/reblog-add as Tom.)

Shakespeare in the Park — you’ve never missed it, and this year is no exception. The offering is Measure for Measure, which you’ve only read, long time ago at college. You stretch yourself as tall as possible (which isn’t very), sweeping your gaze around the crowd of folk in folding chairs and on blankets and towels, hoping to spot someone you know. The whipping end of your knee-length braid smacks the person behind you across the chest, and you turn, opening your mouth to apologise.

The word dries up in your throat, though. The eyes you meet are a warm blue, surrounded by the crinkles of a familiar smile. That smile looks out at you every day from your computer screen.

Tom Hiddleston.

All Hiddles, All Day, Everyday: Okay don’t kill me for this:My biggest fear is Tom changing. I’m…

All Hiddles, All Day, Everyday: Okay don’t kill me for this:My biggest fear is Tom changing. I’m…

My sleep schedule is so fucked up, y’all, I can’t even explain. I forgot to sleep one night, and so got to bed at 6am, then slept til 6 that night, then tried to reset by staying awake overnight and not going to bed til midnight the next night (30 hours!) — except it didn’t work. I didn’t get to sleep til 2 and then didn’t really wake up til 9:30 … pm.

I’m so screwed.

Also, Tom is causing me great pain. It HURTS, y’all.