September: The Month I Ruined Ovaries
A short story by Thomas W. Hiddleston.

I’m scared for October…

No. Just no. No with the crooning and the glasses and the curls begging to be yanked. Just no.

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what if swedes suddenly started to be as patriotical on tumblr as americans 

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whenever Thor and Loki stand directly next to each other they always instantly look very very married, that’s how flawless their on-screen chemistry is

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During the month of September 2014, our house in Tennessee became the base camp for Tom Hiddleston’s steady transformation into Hank Williams. I’d been hired by a film company—-whose vision of shining a gritty light on the life and times of Hank Williams piqued my interest no end—-to produce the music and assist their leading man in finding his way into the heart of one of the greatest singer-songwriters of all time.

The classically trained British actor arrived in Nashville on the fourth day of the month and the very next day climbed on a tour bus bound for Michigan and the Wheatland Music Festival, his traveling companions Claudia, myself, and a four-piece band consisting of Jerry Roe, Byron House, Pat Buchannan and Steve Fishell. Just minutes before taking part in an afternoon workshop with Sarah Jarosz, whose permission I had sought first, I asked Tom if he’d like to join us onstage and sing “I’m So Lonesome I Could Cry,” a Hank Williams song I’d heard him practicing on the bus. I was surprised when he said yes and skillfully performed the tune before what must have been 1500 people. Later that night, with my band on the main stage, and with very little urging from me, he rendered a joyful version of “Move It On Over.” Afterward, brimming with delight, he admitted, rather boyishly, that he’d never in his life performed with a band and had loved it.

On a typical day in September, I watched him sit for a wardrobe fitting, read through four hours worth of key scenes with the director and leading lady, spend another two hours with a dialect coach, and then, in order to lose the weight needed to look Hank Williams gaunt on screen, run seven wicked miles over hilly Tennessee terrain. With those chores done, he’d then commit to six more hours of singing, over and over again, a very hard to master song like ”Lovesick Blues.” And then, when he finally unlocked the mystery of yodeling the blues, hillbilly style, and was treated to a playback of his performance responded by saying “I can do it better, let me go again.” Then came a late dinner, wolfed down before giving in to a few hours sleep. After nearly a month spent collaborating with this gifted artist, I’m as respectful of the man’s work ethic as I’m mystified by his transformational skills. Without a doubt, the filmmakers chose the right actor for the job.

And, incidentally, having Ry Cooder as a duet partner on “God I’m Missing You” on the Americana Music Awards Show was pretty damned mystical as well.

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I wanted to step out of your shadow….you understand that don’t you?  But, when I stepped out, there was no sunlight. No sunlight at all.”

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This photoset was worth 600 photos of kittens.

he looks like he gives really good, solid hugs. not some “oh i have to hug you, here you go, done” kinda crap. he hugs you. love it.

how to hug 101

I will never not reblog this.
I love his smile when he hugs people. Love it.

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“He’s the puppet master - he’s the agent of chaos. If there’s chaos somewhere in the Marvel universe, Loki’s probably involved.”
“He’s the puppet master - he’s the agent of chaos. If there’s chaos somewhere in the Marvel universe, Loki’s probably involved.”

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#i cant help it this looks suggestive to me#like ‘im about to sit on this dick and no one can stop me’

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he’s not in control. and he’d hate that more than anything.

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Marvel a place where best friends





become enemies





I actually thought it was going to be “marvel a place where best friends become gay as fuck” but I was disappointed. 

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5-Year-Old With Autism Paints Stunning Masterpieces 

Autism is a poorly-understood neurological disorder that can impair an individual’s ability to engage in various social interactions. But little 5-year-old Iris Grace in the UK is an excellent example of the unexpected gifts that autism can also grant – her exceptional focus and attention to detail have helped her create incredibly beautiful paintings that many of her fans (and buyers) have likened to Monet’s works.

Little Iris is slowly learning to speak, whereas most children have already begun to speak at least a few words by age 2. Along with speech therapy, her parents gradually introduced her to painting, which is when they discovered her amazing talent.

“We have been encouraging Iris to paint to help with speech therapy, joint attention and turn taking,” her mother, Arabella Carter-Johnson, explains on her website. “Then we realised that she is actually really talented and has an incredible concentration span of around 2 hours each time she paints. Her autism has created a style of painting which I have never seen in a child of her age, she has an understanding of colours and how they interact with each other.”

Much better version of the same subject matter I posted earlier.

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A grape, wearing a raspberry.

I am froot.



A grape, wearing a raspberry.

I am froot.

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