Hoechlston.

mischievouspunk:

Only Lovers Left Alive Sneak Peek 1 (by daisyjj104)

I think I might go back to finishing off those fan fictions I was writing about this time last year and didn’t want to finish them because of what happened with Uni and stuff. So yeah. Watch this space for some finale’s from the Tom Hiddleston fic (Behind the Silk Curtain) and the Benedict Cumberbatch fic (Sparkling Diamonds)

MY FRIEND IN LONDON WAS AT THE LIFE OF PI PREMIERE AND TOM HIDDLESTON WAS THERE TO. OMFG. IF SHE GOT TO MEET HIM….;LSH;EDOHGKD;DS

treat?

tried to watch henry iv//v with nicole last night. didn’t really work because we didn’t understand a thing that was being said haha. ended up just watching the avengers gag reel on repeat :P

and SUDDENLY!!

frostprinceloki:

forsciencejohn:

justagirlfromtexas:

justawordshaker:

We are all Avengers blogs again.

is this not simpler? 
is this not our natural state?  

We were made… to reblog

once an avengers blog, always an avengers blog.

The Avengers Gag Reel.

(Source: dunderklumpen)

andrvw:

i’ve never had a friend with 8 legs and i don’t really want one either.

I flailed underneath him, attempting to push him off. Okay, I had experienced something like that before but it was when Yvette had gotten me too drunk for my liking and I ended up in the kitchen with Daniel. He had never let it down since and had been on my case for the last two or so years and I had continuously rejected him.

Maybe this was the chance that I needed to get Daniel off my back for sure but I’m not sure that would be the best thing for me right now. The last thing I wanted was someone I was interested in. Besides, Thomas was someone who suited this kind of spontaneous action that I was totally unused to. He could do whatever he wanted, really, and everyone would be okay with it. Everyone but me who just wanted to get him off me.

That, however, isn’t what happened. Although I flailed at the start, he managed to calm me down and pin me against the wall like he did in my bedroom last night. His fingers were about my face, pulling me in as his body moved seductively against my own. My breath got caught up in my throat, mouth hanging open to try and take in all the air that I couldn’t take in.

Thomas was the same, his mouth open and hovering over mine. We stood there like gaping fish, neither one of us able to make a single move. Through the slits that my eyes made, I watched him move closer and closer but unable to make a definitive move. It was then that I cast all inhibitions aside and closed the gap between us.

Although his lips were small, that didn’t mean that he was passionate — the most passionate person that I had ever met. I could only see one side of his passion now, his physical passion, but from the conversations that I had with him earlier, his passion for Shakespeare and the stage was starting to seep through.

As his lips began to move against mine, something at the back of my mind started to nibble at me. He was an actor, right? What would stop him from acting this whole thing out? He could have been drawing me into this trap since I had met him yesterday morning, trying to get me into bed and then dump me later.

I tried to push this thought away, but it didn’t seem to go away. It stayed with me, growing with intensity as our passion for each other started to grow. I made some sort of ghastly noise and with a shove, I pushed him off and moved away from the wall where he fell against it, leaning his forehead against the wall for support.

I hovered over to the other side of the room and squatting down, holding my head in my hands and thinking of what had just happened. I was in a room of someone that I barely knew who had offered a place for me to stay that as a million times better then my own but had also had made me lose one of my three jobs that helped me survive in this cruel world that I had been thrust into.

My vision became blurry, eyes searching the carpeted grounding front of me. The room about me seemed so big and looming that I started to feel so small and insignificant in it. I took a sharp in take of breath, my lips thinning. I could feel all the colour fading from my features as I felt a cold shudder run through me that caused me to start shaking. What was I doing to myself?

I had basically freaked out over an experience I hadn’t had in a long time and one that I wasn’t comfortable with. Yvette and Thomas had hit the nail right on the head…I was a workaholic and there was no denying that. I had basically denied myself any pleasure because I thought I didn’t deserve it. I was fighting for my right to live and I basically thought that I didn’t have time to invest any of my time, that could have been use for sleeping, in pleasure.

Thomas, however, spent quite a lot of his time on pleasure and it was clear in the way that he kissed me — and in the way that he loved his craft. Even now, I could see that he was going to go far but I had to save that judgement for our rehearsal for the audition — if he still wanted to audition with me, of course.

I doubted that he would now, considering the amount of times that I had rejected him. Rejected him? More like I rejected myself of what my body was desiring for such a long time. Asexuality was something that I couldn’t force myself into for so long. I did feel desires and I wasn’t completely oblivious to them like I thought I was and thanks to Thomas, I think they were arising for the first time.

read the rest here. 

apparently you can buy them for $25 from here.