Tom and his distracting hands/expressions - Exhibition Interview [x]
we need to sacrifice somebody so Ellen never dies
This is quickly becoming the Hunger Games for douchebags
THE 1ST ANNUAL DOUCHEBAG GAMES.
Hosted by Ellen
And then every quarter quell we make all the survivors fight each other.
(This post is golden, I can’t be the only one who read the all caps in Effie’s voice…)
A belated introduction to an item of clothing I like to call: the shimmery black shirt of molten death.
Honestly, this is the silkiest, most indulgent fabric I have ever seen you put on your body, Thomas. You are gleaming like a fucking star - or perhaps a black hole would be more apt considering the colour, a black hole sucking all of our lives into the plunging vortex of his plunging neckline.
P.S. That is a very smug little face you have there, you smartass. Pfft. You are gorgeous. Shut up.
Tom Hiddleston photographed by Jeff Vespa, September 6, 2013
Come on he can’t loose to the guy from 50 Shades!
What I love about theatre is that you get to tell the story from beginning to end, every night of the performance. You enter a meditative state, and let your subconscious work for you, so that a version that is deeper emerges from you.
He’s so gorgeous. I can’t even