So today I was talking to my mom and she asked me to see some photos of my hostmom in Dublin, obviously I went into Facebook and started showing her some of the photos that Rebecca has in there when suddenly this one came out. I seriously wasn’t ready for this photo.
Do you recognise the blondish guy on the bottom left, the one with the pony tail? That’s Misha Collins. And the girl sitting on the chair and holding his hand? That’s Rebecca. They were close friends back in high school, when she still lived in Massachusetts. Repeat: My hostmom and MISHA COLLINS were CLOSE FRIENDS in high school!!
I just refuse to can. I lost my ability to can. I just can’t even! And he looks SO cute in this photo of him on his prom night!! <3
From the Thor script: here.
Can I just take a moment to thank Tom Hiddleston for his excellent acting choices and instinct for characterization and just general existence?
The script would have pushed Loki towards the cackling madman role at the end, gleeful over who knows what. And instead we got heartbreak, anger, desperation, and the god of eyes-always-overbrimming-with-tears.
And the ad-lib afterward… Tom is a fucking genius, and the extent to which he understood Loki is unparalleled. It’s a travesty that superhero movies don’t win awards.
Reblog because Dick Van Dyke.
I will eat your baby - carrots if you don’t want them
this may be my favourite thing that was ever made ever
best thing EVER
this is actually my favourite thing now
#i honestly can’t handle the pain in thor’s eyes #he started off in ‘thor’ like a kicked puppy #and now he just seems… numb #like he’s past the shock and the anger and the sadness and now there’s just nothing left #and loki must sense it even though it’s clear that he still longs for vengeance #he knows he’s pushed too far so he simply holds the tesseract without a fuss #with a look that almost says that loki knows thor’s had enough #for now at least
“Sometimes I’m envious. But never doubt that I love you.”
I can get away with pretending to be a normal person…
Until the moment someone tries to tell me Loki is just evil.
Then I launch into a passionate five minute explanation as to why Loki is just terrified and hurt and lost and he needs to be saved…
And then people stare at me like o.o and walk away Y.Y
“If you’re hoping to get away with a random killing, why would you steal a car from a quiet residential street in the middle of the night under a row of blazing street lamps?”
The Master wants nachos. The Doctor does not want nachos.
This is how the feud began.
#Can you imagine if one day you’re just casually passing by your living room window when you see a familiar figure outside with a long coat and converse shoes #and your heart stops for a second as if deciding whether you finally died, but you’re alive, and so you wait for the vision to slip back into your subconscious #but it doesn’t.
#He begins to walk away and your book drops from your hand, falling open and wrinkling its pages while your legs bolt towards the front door #but by the time you fumble onto the steps all you can see is a faint outline of an old police telephone box and the distancing sound of waking dreams. #You can’t help but yell out “DOCTOR!” but it’s as noticeable as the last glimmer of the TARDIS bulb.
#Then you find that somehow the sun as gone down and that you’ve been standing on the sidewalk all afternoon, you also realize that neighbors are staring out their windows. #When you finally get inside you run into the living room and look out the window but it’s all dark now. #You step back and your heel hits something, the book, it’s still on the floor #Picking it up you look at it’s creased pages, refusing to unfold them. #An unexpected bookmark for the day you saw The Doctor.
#Ah but as you pick up the page, you notice something between the pages of the book. # A small key, left behind by someone or something to let you know he is still out there. #You breath in and glance back at the window into the night, listening for anything that might have placed that key in your book. #Nothing comes to your ears. #You clench the key in your fist and turn around, ready to head to bed and wishing that your dream was actually reality.
#That would be when the noise sounded up. #The moment when all hope was gone, you hear the sound again. #The whooshing grinding noise that brings hope back to life. #You look over your shoulder into the gloom, # seeing a faint light pierce the dark. #A blue box. #One that is bigger on the inside.# A head pops out of it and looks at you as you stare at the window.
Every Whovian’s daydream put into words.