So I just found this on my dash:
I like Thor. Loki… I’m not that keen. Bit neutral.
Please don’t tell Tom Hiddleston that. I have a feeling that if I say those words aloud then less than a minute later there will be the sound of a car hurriedly pulling up and a knock at my door.
I open the door and there stands a breathless Tom with a folder so filled with paper and photos and book pages they are spilling out on my porch and there’s a pack of slides and mini projector under his other arm.
“Just give me an hou-…No, two hours and I promise you I can make you understand.”
I feel like this is a new legend, like Bloody Mary.
Stand in an empty room and whisper “Loki isn’t that great” three times and a flustered Tom Hiddleston will appear with a lecture.
guys i can’t stop coming back to this
#KIND PEOPLE #I HAVE FOUND A GREAT LAKE IN THIS GRAND FORTRESS OF THE MAN OF IRON #THE SLOPING DEVICE CREATES A TINGLE IN MY STOMACH HAW HAW #I FEEL FREE AND SWIFT LIKE THE GRAND MJOLNIR IN THE WIND #IT IS CALLED “SLIDE” SAYETH THE BIRD MAN #THIS JOY SLIDE #I LIKE IT #ANOTHER!
Fuck you guys, I’ll be in my own band.