“If it’s all the same to you…i’ll have that drink now”.
Oh Loki, it’s okay c’mere and let me heal you.
WITH SEX.
And now I want to write that fic. I’m supposed to be asleep.
“If it’s all the same to you…i’ll have that drink now”.
Oh Loki, it’s okay c’mere and let me heal you.
WITH SEX.
And now I want to write that fic. I’m supposed to be asleep.
“If it’s all the same to you…i’ll have that drink now”.
Oh Loki, it’s okay c’mere and let me heal you.
WITH SEX.
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.
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Everything is The Avengers and nothing hurts.
Not true, the fact that I’ll likely never get to bang Tom Hiddleston hurts quite a bit.
Other than that, YES. 😀
^ THIS.
(‘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.
Goddamnit.
All Hiddles, All Day, Everyday: Okay don’t kill me for this:My biggest fear is Tom changing. I’m…
Okay don’t kill me for this:
My biggest fear is Tom changing. I’m afraid he’ll garner so much fame and success, that he won’t be as kind to his fans and won’t appreciate them as much as he does right now. What if he stops giving hugs, blowing kisses, and writing letters? He’s already on the road…
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.
This whole scenelet really makes me want to cry. It’s so FAMILIAR.