So here we are, Tom Hiddleston and me, in a boat in the middle of the Serpentine as the sun sets on a lovely autumn evening. He is doing the rowing. ‘Shall we turn the boat around?’ the star of Thor and War Horse says as we reach the bridge. ‘I want to go downstream, show you how fast I can really go!’ It’s almost embarrassingly romantic. If this were a date, I’d probably make my move right about… now. He has already told me he is single. He pauses from rowing to dab a bead of sweat from his curls, the handsome bastard.
i thought this was fanfic based on the picture but it’s an actual thing written by an actual journalist and if this doesn’t prove that all the boys and girls are in love with tom hiddleston then i don’t know what does
I legitimately thought this was some kinda self-insert fanfic.
This is my end-goal for my entertainment blogging career.
#*dies of emotion* #but what if molly was his companion once #and now he stops by for breakfast #and keeps commenting because it seems like every time #there’s another ginger kid #adn when he sees harry it’s like ha! #i knew they couldn’t all be ginger! #and molly doesn’t bother telling the doctor that harry isn’t hers #because he is after all one of her boys #and she loves him just as though he was a weasley (via dwcompanion)
those tags broke me a little inside
#Molly Weasley turned Daleks into actual pepperpots, because, honestly, she doesn’t have time for their nonsense.