#i certainly do
CAN SOMEONE PLEASE FUCKING WARN ME WHEN TOM FUCKING HIDDLESTON’S FUCKING COLLARBONES ARE GOING TO BE ON MY DASH jesus christ
#well this seems to fit in with the soundtrack we’re all working on#tom hiddleston#unfair sir (via notababoonbrandishingastick)
#for the record i am not one of the hiddleston fangirl people #but this does remind me of that meme we did once where we cast actors in roles about our lives #and I think you sent me Hiddleston #and then I wrote the synopsis of an AU for it and everything #i feel like this should be a scene in that AU#onlu with different hair #the end #this was a weird post #everyone look away
OH I REMEMBER THAT. And instead of looking away I think I’ll reblog again.
RIGHT. But then I cast everyone in a dystopian crime drama soooo….
#but at least he was the good cop on a corrupt police force with the sound moral compass #and my character was his former partner who left to take matters into her own hands #where would this scene even be taking place… #i guess every cop drama needs a good locker room scene #AND THEN I WALK IN AFTER EVERYONE ELSE HAS LEFT AND HERE’S IN THERE ALONE BECAUSE WE NEED TO TALK #AND I CAN’T WAIT UNTIL HE’S NOT NAKED LIKE A NORMAL PERSON #BECAUSE THAT’S NOT HOW THINGS WORK IN DYSTOPIAN CRIME DRAMAS WITH UST BETWEEN THE TWO LEADS #where one is a disgraced former cop who still holds a grudge
….and the other one is Tom Hiddleston. Please tell me you steal his shirt just to piss him off?
Poems read by Tom Hiddleston. [listen]
may i feel said he - e.e cummings | He wishes for the cloths of heaven - w.b yeats | as i walked out one evening - auden | from the princess - alfred lord tennyson | sonnet 18 - william shakespeare | love and friendship - emily bronte | bright star - john keats | she walks in beauty - lord byron | dover beach - matthew arnold | there is a lady sweet and kind - anonymous | if music be the food of love - william shakespeare | when you are old - w.b. yeats | us two - a.a. milne | sigh no more - william shakespeare | down by the sally gardens - w.b. yeats | desiderata - max ehrmann | we’ll go no more a roving - lord byron | to his coy mistress - andrew marvell | sonnet 130 - william shakespeare |
Indian jewelry brand “Tanishq” released a commercial celebrating remarriage, a concept conventionally frowned upon in Indian culture.
Indian jewelry brands have long used weddings as an advertising tool. Those advertisements conventionally include a young bride getting married for the first time. In this new commercial, jewelry brand Tanishq portrays a mother getting married, while her daughter watches happily. Many have given the brand kudos for breaking other advertising conventions as well, specifically its use of a darker skinned model due to the shadeism within Asia. At the end of the wedding, the daughter asks her mother’s new husband, in Hindi, if she can now refer to him as “daddy.”
This is remarkable for a nation where widow remarriage, although legal, is still not completely accepted, and divorce and remarriage, while on the rise, are still highly stigmatized.
48 years ago a girl said “oh fuck me” to her best friend while walking in the street, a guy who randomly passed by answered by “let me at least buy you dinner first”. I present to you my grandparents, in love since then and celebrating their 47 years of marriage today.
grandpa got game
Is there anyone among us who doesn’t think Star Wars could use a little Nick Fury? (Source)
…it’s a universe with a well-established history of just cloning the shit out of people at the slightest excuse. Samuel L. Jackson could theoretically play every role in the next movie without it being that implausible, by Star Wars standards.
Holy shit I would pay twice the going rate for a movie ticket to see a film performed entirely by Samuel L. Jackson. I don’t even care what film. Star Wars, Pride & Prejudice, Sherlock Holmes, The Godfather…Any. Movie.
“From the first moment I met you, your arrogance and fucking conceit made me realize that you were the last motherfucker in the world I could ever be fucking prevailed upon to marry.”
It is a truth fucking universally acknowledged that a single motherfucker in possession of a giant motherfucking fortune must be in want of a goddamn wife.
“The fucking recollection of what I said—of my fucking conduct, my fucking manners, my motherfucking expressions during it, is now, and has been many fucking months, goddamned painful to me. Your reproof, I shall never fucking forget: ‘had you behaved like less of a motherfucker.’ Those were your goddamned words. You know not, you can scarcely fucking conceive, how they have tortured me.”