Why would I need a Tumblr?

And then there’s this asshole.

HELL YEAH

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NC-17 for sex in a public place, kinda UST, dirty talk, phone sex
implied top!Tom/possible-bottom!Reader

So I’m writing real person smut?

Damn you, tasteofhiddles. Damn you.

Guys, I had the ultimate Tumblr dream last night.

I went on a ghost hunt with Dean, Tony Stark, and some scholarly looking Benedict Cumberbatch character (Sherlock-y hair but ginger, round glasses, waistcoat, the whole shebang). But it turned out it was some sort of banshee, and after a while it was clear she had the hots for me, so I talked to her and gave her a cupcake.

…

Seriously, dream me? You’re surrounded by three hot guys, and you go for the undead killer girl? I really don’t understand me sometimes.

Even Tony acted scandalised when we found out what she wanted so I said to him, “People can’t fall only for you all the time”. Ha. Didn’t like the sound of that one bit, he did.

(Also, I think Tom Hiddleston also appeared at one point during the little seminar Tony and I attended for cover. It was weird.)

tasteofhiddles:

lokisfairmaiden:

*PEEING* OMFG….LOL

this is the most relevant reblog I’ve ever reblogged

Someone tweet this to Tom, this instant.

thehiddleslife:

no-the-fandoms-protested:

cumberchameleon:

AU - Tom Hiddleston is a grown up Stormageddon

*Rolls into the sun*

YES.

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You know you spend too much time on Tumblr…

… when you have a dream where you have an affair with a guy who starts out as Tom Hiddleston, morphs into Benedict Cumberbatch along the way, and then turns into Michael Fassbender when he dumps you.

Which, I guess, speaks volumes about my subconscious opinion of Michael Fassbender.

Still. So much dirty, dirty sex.

A Study in Hiddles: Part 1/5

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tomhiddlestunned:

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YOU ARE AT A FORMAL EVENT. YOU MEET TOM HIDDLESTON AND HE HANDS YOU A HOTEL ROOM KEY. REBLOG IF YOU GO UP TO HIS ROOM.

lovenlols:

monamylove:

wizardlightningbattle:

secretivefantasies:

I’d be scared shit but I’d go

Not to burst all your bubbles or anything, but…Tom handed you *A* room key. It doesn’t say that it’s *his* room key. You enter the room, expecting Tom…but there’s no one there except a very confused man named Steve with a moustache.