sassy-disney-prince-loki:

ihearthiddleston:

[x] or [x]

DONT MESS WITH HIDDLES

Tom Hiddleston talks about himself his character - Loki

(Source: mishasteaparty)

rrrowr:

rubato:

frostasgardian:

#do we maybe want to take a second to look at that tear streak #how scared he is to leave thor #how badly he wants to stay #but how much he needs to prove to odin that he is a force to be reckoned with #and he doesnt know how to hurt odin without hurting thor #so he does both #and it kills him

About sacrifice, I am not
so sure now. A river falls or rises
according to what leaves

or enters it.
But sacrifice is not the river. Compassion
is not what leaves. For what enters,

I have many names - I’d decide if I could,
if I were meant to. There’s an instinct
that is rare but does occur in humans,

the ones who themselves feel
no different - it’s any hour,
forgettable - as they turn toward the work

whose power will break them
eventually, and make their name.
I turn everywhere,

I see shapes by which
a holiness declares itself more
and more, as if to be noticed

were all it wants of me. The body,
for example, in a cloud
of mayflies stalled briefly in a light

that passes: now the moon -
now the stars appearing, choir-like,
with a choir’s tendency to make

the soloist at once seem lonelier,
and more complete. I’m not reckless.
I’d comply, if I could. In dream,

there’s a choice: precious freight,
or the barge that carries it,
or the water without which a barge

can at first seem nothing. I choose the water,
I choose with a wisdom that looks effortless
because it is. It’s that kind of dream.

— Carl Phillips, “Armed, Luminous”

(Source: nevershavethomas)

casthebadass:

[x] or [x]

hiiddles:

#HE HAS A MOUSTACHE YOU ASS 

(Source: butmytardis)

Story of a Five Year-Old Avenger, Meeting the Avengers

“Hi, Loki!” my wife said (100% sure she didn’t know Tom Hiddleston’s name). “Can my son get a picture with you?” she asked. “Can I put him on my shoulders?” Loki asks. “Um … okay?” is Jill’s response and hands Tom Hiddleston our son.  He hoists him up on to his shoulders (I should mention that this guy is like 8 feet tall), and my wife takes out her Blackberry, only to find that it’s on its last battery leg. Nonetheless she manages to get a couple of shots.  Hiddleston puts Edison down, shakes his hand and says goodbye…

… Evans crouches down next to Edison, who extends his hand and shakes the hand of The First Avenger. “Can I see your shield?” Evans asks and Edison hands his battered toy shield over. “Wow, you’re getting a lot of use out of this. You fighting a lot of bad guys with this?” he asks.  Chris Evans and Edison proceed to have a conversation about the finer points of shields and fighting the enemy.

isitmadness:

omfg his cheekbones are unreal in this scene

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vinnish-troll:

formermaleprostitute:

theweetimorousbeastie:

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livin-la-vida-l0ki:

;w;

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