frankcoffee:

ophiuchustroll:

johnvriska:

ophiuchustroll:

daves-vagina:

omg his hair afgh

where are his horns ?

trick question, its ALL horns



l m a o I am legitimately dying of laughter

frankcoffee:

ophiuchustroll:

johnvriska:

ophiuchustroll:

daves-vagina:

omg his hair afgh

where are his horns ?

trick question, its ALL horns

l m a o I am legitimately dying of laughter

(via eyecandyburns)

alinajames:

The trio with the most… um… different hair?

alinajames:

The trio with the most… um… different hair?

(via skullbuckle)

radicul:

did you try scraping the burnt parts off

radicul:

did you try scraping the burnt parts off

(Source: jeffkooons, via synnesai)

Tags: oh god

marlyindeed:

loveingloki:

Hawt

I AM CRYING

marlyindeed:

loveingloki:

Hawt

I AM CRYING

(Source: kr-hiddlers)

phemiec:

duoblepistolsandawonk:

headtraumakid:

I-I would be so happy if Darkleer turns out to wear a sweater-vest and glasses.

Nobody understands how much I love Darkleer’s ponytail.
Nobody.

No if this happens I will spontaneously combust no character can be so perfect

phemiec:

duoblepistolsandawonk:

headtraumakid:

I-I would be so happy if Darkleer turns out to wear a sweater-vest and glasses.

Nobody understands how much I love Darkleer’s ponytail.

Nobody.

No if this happens I will spontaneously combust no character can be so perfect

clarri:

Marry: Tony Stark

Live: SHIELD hq

Kids: 42 (jesus)

Cars: Your own supersuit (aww yeah)

Kink: Tight clothing

Job: Scientist

not bad, not bad

science waifu

Marry: Loki (holy fuckarolli)

Live: Asgard

Kids: Serpent (how does that work)

Cars: Vintage Motorbike

Kink: Roleplay

Job: Horse Wisperer

sweet now i can communicate with Sleipnir

(Source: tmacphisto)

  • Mom: why are you doing that?
  • Me: Because Sherlock holmes did it.
  • Mom: if Sherlock Holmes jumped off a buildin-
  • Me: *gross sobbing*
[Flash 9 is required to listen to audio.]

loveingloki:

k-u-r-e-n-a-i:

Tom Hidddleston - Bright Star (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.”

I will never not reblog him reading poetry! I swear it melts my bones!

(via marlyindeed)

alekina:

black-nata:

TOM WHY DON’T YOU UNDERSTAND WHAT WILL I HAVE TO DO TO MAKE YOU LOVE ME

alekina:

marikuishiyutaru:

paperchimes:

ikol-liesmith:

silverlynxcat:

paperchimes:

I saw this on my dash and got hit by a large hammer of feels. On top, a Chris and Elsa photoset of them being a happy couple and below is Tom. It’s probably unintentional, but the look in his eyes is just so distant, so faraway, as if he was watching from the sidelines at this wonderful pair and just wishing.

This requires a fic. I’m overloaded with Hiddlesworth feels ;-;

I know that someone with great minds would notice this. Tom even looked…tired, like he hadn’t slept well. Let Hiddlesworth wheel turning! lol

Not to mention that Mark and RDJ were being all huggy with Hiddles during the London Premiere. It was as if they knew that Tom wasn’t feeling as bubbly as he usually was. After all, Tom was usually with Chris during the other premiers and he’s far too polite and sweet to cut between him and Elsa…

This is the sad truth of Hiddlesworth.

NO.

WHY TUMBLR WHY