"I opened up my grandpa’s pocket knife
And I was back to his back porch
…
I haven’t held it since he passed away
Man it meant the world to me
Because he meant the world to me"
- The Shoebox by Chris Young
tomhiddlestonappreciationblog:
SO MANY FEELS
This scene is SOOOOO important and so few people are talking about it.
WHY? Seriously.
If you want any proof that he’s not completely in control the whole movie, here it is.
Loki is just a pawn with big plans who has gotten himself into huge shit and can’t get out of it.
And this scene makes it pretty fucking obvious that they’ve been torturing and manipulating him and are threatening to make it a thousand times worse.I should probably just post my insane 5k essay I’ve written on how fucked up Loki is in this film. Because I’ve just got a lot of feelings.
thank you.
^^ this! 1000 percent this!
Not to mention the fact that he teared up in this scene.
I agree. Did anyone else notice that when he first appears in the movie, his eyes and around his eyes are a different color (the same way Hawkeye’s looks like when Loki manipulates him) and then in this moment depicted right here, his eyes are his own again?
The worst feeling in the world is knowing that no matter how hard I try, I’ll never let it go.
I JUST LOST MY VIRGINITY TO AN 18 SECOND AUDIO CLIP.
(from the Red Necklace audiobook)
It’s Always Sunny In Philadelphia - Pepe Silvia
I love this show.
(Source: boxes-of-pepe)
what is burton’s obsession with watching his wife pretend to get off with his best friend, have a threesome and get over it you twisted little man
i’ll admit, he does seem to enjoy it an awful lot.
so? That’s his thing then so be it.
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Tom Hiddleston reads She Walks in Beauty by Lord Byron
She walks in beauty, like the nightOf cloudless climes and starry skies;And all that’s best of dark and brightMeet in her aspect and her eyes;Thus mellowed to that tender lightWhich heaven to gaudy day denies.One shade the more, one ray the less,Had half impaired the nameless graceWhich waves in every raven tress,Or softly lightens o’er her face;Where thoughts serenely sweet express,How pure, how dear their dwelling-place.And on that cheek, and o’er that brow,So soft, so calm, yet eloquent,The smiles that win, the tints that glow,But tell of days in goodness spent,A mind at peace with all below,A heart whose love is innocent!
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