You were the first. The first face this face saw. And you’re seared onto my heart.

(Source: buckyjbbarnes)

ladyavenal:

deduction019:

fuckyeahgodofmischief:

Benedict Cumberbatch - Dean Chalkley Photoshoot [HQ]

FUCK.

Ooohhh…..Haven’t seen these in a while…..

Reblogging the deliciousness!

(Source: sialagogue)

plays

casthebadass:

Tony/Loki (FrostIron) | White Blank Page

dedicated to hotterhatter2211 :)

Ships That Give Me All The Feels: Jack/Norrington (Pirates of the Caribbean)


“The story of you an’ your fine dead love,” she says, and Jack’s blood runs cold (colder) at the relish in her voice. “The story of you an’ he, James Norrington,” and she pronounces it like blasphemy, “who gave hisself to slaughter so Elizabeth might live.” [x]

(Source: hemsbear)

steelmachines:




Tom Hiddleston | Esquire (US) February 2012 | ph. Max Vadukul

steelmachines:

Tom Hiddleston | Esquire (US) February 2012 | ph. Max Vadukul

Posted : 1 year ago
tags: #oh god
pitbap:

TONY YOU NEED TO CALM DOWN
YOU ARE SCARING EVERYBODY

pitbap:

TONY YOU NEED TO CALM DOWN

YOU ARE SCARING EVERYBODY

Posted : 1 year ago
tags: #oh god #/dead

Look at your man. Now back at Loki. Now back at your man. Now back to Loki. Sadly, he isn’t Loki. But if he stopped using lady-scented body wash and switched to Asgard Spice, he could smell like Loki. Look down. Back up. Where are you? You’re in Asgard with the god of mischief that your man could smell like. What’s in your hand? Back at Loki. He has it. It’s a casket from Jotunheim holding two tickets to that thing you love. Look again. The tickets are now diamonds. Anything is possible when your man smells like Asgard Spice and not a lady. Loki’s on a horse.

Look at your man. Now back at Loki. Now back at your man. Now back to Loki. Sadly, he isn’t Loki. But if he stopped using lady-scented body wash and switched to Asgard Spice, he could smell like Loki. Look down. Back up. Where are you? You’re in Asgard with the god of mischief that your man could smell like. What’s in your hand? Back at Loki. He has it. It’s a casket from Jotunheim holding two tickets to that thing you love. Look again. The tickets are now diamonds. Anything is possible when your man smells like Asgard Spice and not a lady. Loki’s on a horse.

(Source: bartonesque)