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I made Tom Hiddleston laugh one time. Also, I hugged Ludo. Yes both of these are totally important and not a silly thing for me to be proud of at all hush now shhhhhhhh
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Rose Tyler, Bad Wolf of Earth. We could tear this universe apart.
She’s stranded in Pete’s World, looking for her Doctor, when he comes to her.
There is a green and gold light, cracking through the sky and shooting down and Rose is sent by Torchwood to investigate.
When she finds him, he is broken. His body is torn, his teeth bloodied and he is bitter—so bitter. He won’t talk to her, won’t answer her questions, and he certainly won’t have her feeling sorry for him. He is a god, after all. He pulls no faces (except for maybe an eyebrow twitch) at the gravity of his injuries. He snaps at her. But eventually he tells her his name.
Loki, he says. Loki Odins— he cuts off, looking confused. She takes him by the arm and he doesn’t pull away. Instead, she can feel his tenseness loosen, just a little.
She takes him home with her. He won’t be an experiment, a curiosity, a plaything to Torchwood. She won’t let that happen. Because Rose has seen many things in this world (and the next) and she knows when she seems someone who is waiting to be fixed, and Loki is one of them.
She doesn’t press for details. They don’t come easily to him. They don’t talk much at all, but Rose watches the way he inspects her “primitive” kitchen appliances and she admires the way he has gone through almost every book she owns. It reminds her of someone she used to know.
Sometimes she sees his eyes glisten, when he sits on the couch, his body stiff and his hands clasped together. She says nothing, but she sits beside him, so he knows he isn’t alone.
One night, just like every night since he arrived, they are watching the stars, silent and hopeful.
“Sometimes,” he says, “I think you are looking for more than just the constellations.”
Rose looks at him and bits her lip. “I fell,” she says. “I shouldn’t be here.”
He cringes. “No,” he says. “There is something about you, Rose Tyler, that makes me believe you have seen the stars up close as I have, and you have found them terrible and glorious, as I have.” He looks at her, “And one day, you will find your way back to them.”
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Oh my goodness, no you wrote it so perfectly. Your writing style is beautiful! ;~~~~;
uuuuuuu
yay :3
that means a lot actually <3
I know how I’m gonna write my diary from now on.
wanna learn hylian?
omg
good
Holy fucking shit this<3
I’m seriously going to learn this
OH SHIT YEAH
now I get to look through all the games for secret messages like “eat a dick” and stuff
because you KNOW the developers plastered those things all over the placeI’ve not only had this font, but I’ve been able to write in Hylian since I was 14…<.< >.>
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Inspirational Tom Hiddleston Quotes
- Never, ever, let anyone tell you what you can and can't do. Prove the cynics wrong. Pity them for they have no imagination. They sky's the limit. Your sky. Your limit. Now. Let's dance. - Tom Hiddleston
- Within us there is the capacity of being anyone or anything. - Tom Hiddleston
- We're all flawed heroes. Responsibility is power. Take responsibility for the consequences of your actions, and the world is yours. Everything is a choice. - Tom Hiddleston
- I try not to make plans. God always laughs at your plans. I’m going to keep the door open, and keep the page blank, and see what gets painted upon it. - Tom Hiddleston
- The dream is to keep surprising yourself, never mind the audience. -Tom Hiddleston
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Stare at the RED DOT for 30 SECONDS
Look away at something WHITE and RAPIDLY BLINK your eyes
You should see Mr. Tom Hiddleston
Inspired by: {x}
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“So I heard my partner in devious crime was leaving town? Mm. You were always the one to watch.” He wagged a digit at her, a lone hue narrowing as if to suspiciously observe every feature and line. He had a way of sorting things out, especially with those he knew. “Can’t say I won’t miss your interruptions during mounds of evaluation work I regularly have.” Leaning against a crowded desk filled with paperwork, he took a shallow breath and plopped both hands into his lap. “In all seriousness, it’s a shame we didn’t get on longer than we could have. Could have been brilliant; kicking down doors, all those bits…” The man’s features might have been difficult to read, but through actions could express a thousand words. Idly curling an arm around her shoulder, he pulled her close, a concealed grin flashing briefly. “You could give me a run for my money in the devious-detective department. I have a reputation to uphold here.” Attempting comfort, he lowered lips and pressed them softly to her forehead. It was a warm gesture, one that was pure at heart. “Yeah. I’ll see you around.” The corners of his mouth curled broadly as there was no need to hide such a simper. “Be good.”
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Feelings.
i didnt’ just fall out of my chair and curl up on the floor squeaking
no
that is nto a thing i did
i want a tampon box with a motherfucking shark on it
I was just discussing yesterday how I long for pirate, dinosaur, and/or camo themed tampons and other hygiene products. I’m tired of this bright pink, soft blue, or “feminine”-yellow colored crap.
I’m fucking SHEDDING THE LINING OF MY UTERUS. Something that, actually, is really rather important to how our ENTIRE SPECIES has evolved, developed, and adapted to become dominant on this planet.
I want some recognition of the fact that it’s kind of badass, okay? I want pirates with peg legs and muskets and skull-and-crossbones on that fucker. I want a screaming pterodactyl descending with massive clawed talons extended to do battle with a motherfucking T-Rex with the kind of expression that tells you that it’s the primordial ancestor of the honey badger because pterodactyl don’t give a shit and hasn’t since the Triassic, y’all.
Oh, and btw, when we’re advertising for this stuff? Can we stop with this “our product helps you hide your delicate lady business from the eyes of other people” bullshit. I want a product that shows me that these hygiene things can stand up during an epic firefight with brain eating zombies and face sucking aliens. I want guns and bullets and something to blow up like somebody just invited the Mythbusters on set. I want a commercial with three or four badass folks-that-menstruate (including the non-cis woman menstruators in there!) as secret agents and doing kicks and flips to prove to me that these products can handle what I go through as a uterus-bearer.
Want me to buy this stuff? Prove I can use it during an epic demon apocalypse without my underwear getting marked by Zorro (if you know what I mean).
Can we do that? Is it too much to ask for something like that? Just no more flowers, for the love of endometriums everywhere, okay?
This is the best fucking thing I have ever read in my life.
The always fun Ursula Vernon came up with this lovely label:
Too bad it’s not a real product!
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