thewinchestercave:

If you have writ your annals true, ‘tis there,
That, like an eagle in a dove-cote, I
Flutter’d your Volscians in Corioli:
Alone I did it. Boy! ~ Coriolanus, Act V, Scene 6

hiddleston-daily:

[credit to teacuptempestgetunique]
YOU GUYS THIS IS AN ACCIDENTAL SELFIE CAN WE TALK ABOUT THIS PLEASE

hiddleston-daily:

[credit to teacuptempestgetunique]

YOU GUYS THIS IS AN ACCIDENTAL SELFIE CAN WE TALK ABOUT THIS PLEASE

tomhazeldine:

It was raining, so Tom and I spent most of the day inside, practicing accents, playing the piano, and singing to each other. We both love our musicals.

tomhazeldine:

It was raining, so Tom and I spent most of the day inside, practicing accents, playing the piano, and singing to each other. We both love our musicals.

Underneath the steely cold veneer of his trickster charm is a certain vulnerability and sensitivity – the wounded fragility of an outcast brother and son. His mind is a box of cats though! But I love him.” — Tom Hiddleston

zhora-salome:

cucumbersforlegs:

Sweetest celebrity in the history of ever

Never forget that this happened.

I can still remember it so well, for I saw it all unfold on twitter. 

Chris tweeted something about looking forward to meeting Tom on the red carpet, in case he hadn’t already frozen to death, and Tom replied like “would you like me to bring some soup?” and Chris was like “yeah, sure” and Tom asked him if he liked tomato soup……and I’m pretty sure that Chris never expected Tom to actually do it. But he was wrong.

I didn’t see the BAFTAs or the red carpet, but Chris pretty much immediately tweeted about Tom bringing him soup after it had happened. He sounded smitten.

As was I.

And look at Tom’s face in the second to last gif. He looks so damned pleased with himself. You adorable fuck.