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Because Hiddles.

80% Tom Hiddleston. 20% Everything else.

This is a personal blog.

25. The Universe. The Milky Way. Planet Earth. Northern Hemisphere. North American. USA. The Deep South.

Tom Hiddleston. The Avengers. Thor. Washington Capitals. Alexander Semin. Shakespeare. Wallander BBC. Alexander Skarsgard. Craig Parker. Spartacus: B&S/GoTA/Vengeance. Supernatural. Black Butler. Photography. NASA. Cinephile. Music lover. Book worm. Horses.
May 6 '13

I am Iron Man.

Apr 20 '13
alicelongbottoms:

Sorry, I wanted to float that whole clone thing a lot softer.

alicelongbottoms:

Sorry, I wanted to float that whole clone thing a lot softer.

Apr 20 '13

“When did I become us?”

Apr 17 '13

thewalkinggifs:

Grave sites - s1/s2/s3

Apr 12 '13
FAVORITE MOVIES: The Proposal (2009)
“Three days ago, I loathed you. I used to dream about you getting hit by a cab. Then we had our little adventure up in Alaska and things started to changed. Things changed when we kissed. And when you told me about your tattoo. Even when you checked me out when we were naked. But I didn’t realize any of this, until I was standing alone… in a barn… wifeless. Now, you could imagine my disappointment when it suddenly dawned on me that the woman I love is about to be kicked out of the country. So Margaret, marry me, because I’d like to date you.”

Apr 6 '13
Apr 6 '13

(Source: paulmara)

Apr 5 '13

Alexander Semin deciding he wants no part of this scrum, Capitals at Hurricanes, 4/2/13.

Apr 5 '13
Apr 4 '13

The lost child of Winterfell. The Starks were scattered but accounted for, dead or trapped or freezing to death at the wall - every Stark, but her. The forgotten sister, young and wild, resembling her father and bastard brother more than her lady mother. With hair chopped short and dirt on her skin, she was a thousand servant girls, slipping in and out of names, moving quiet as a shadow. Brave and silent, deadly and vengeful, the one Stark to slip through the fingers of a kingdom. She ran and toiled and ate with the enemy in the summer, but winter lived in her and her heart remained hard. She relented her dignity, her name, but she never forgave, and she never forgot. The list of names became her only possession, repeated to herself quietly in the night, a mantra, a bedtime story for a forgotten child. But Arya Stark of Winterfell was a child no longer, and the names burned in her blood, a reminder, a war cry for the wolves to finally return.

The lost child of Winterfell. The Starks were scattered but accounted for, dead or trapped or freezing to death at the wall - every Stark, but her. The forgotten sister, young and wild, resembling her father and bastard brother more than her lady mother. With hair chopped short and dirt on her skin, she was a thousand servant girls, slipping in and out of names, moving quiet as a shadow. Brave and silent, deadly and vengeful, the one Stark to slip through the fingers of a kingdom. She ran and toiled and ate with the enemy in the summer, but winter lived in her and her heart remained hard. She relented her dignity, her name, but she never forgave, and she never forgot. The list of names became her only possession, repeated to herself quietly in the night, a mantra, a bedtime story for a forgotten child. But Arya Stark of Winterfell was a child no longer, and the names burned in her blood, a reminder, a war cry for the wolves to finally return.

(Source: maisiewilliams)