*runs to catch Comic Con bandwagon*
*falls on face*
So yeah ever since I heard that Tom himself wrote most of the Comic Con thing, this is all I could picture. I call it writer and muse: the eternal struggle.
no it wasn’t an excuse to draw silly expressions
I’ve got another comic having to do with Comic Con shenanigans, too. It should be up soon~
*crawls away to cry over Loki’s new outfit and awesome lack of shoulder pads*
It looks like Tom is about to fucking cry.
If he was touched, it’s kinda understandable.
I mean, think about it. He is cast as a villain. Sure, it’s a fun role (especially since it’s such a multifaceted, complicated character). He might make a name for himself in the world if you’re lucky, but really, what other expectations did he have?
The film’s protagonist is attractive (in the very masculine, classic sense), strong—the person everyone will root for.
I can believe it if Tom never thought that his character—the bad guy—would become not only the most popular character in the Thor series, but possibly one of the most popular characters in the entire MCU. (Honestly, I think only RDJ’s Tony Stark might have him beat.)
And it just hit him, in this moment, how much people love the work he’s done. It’s overwhelming. I’m happy for him.
Always Reblog. It seriously makes me want to cry seeing Tom like that. Love him so so much. And the comments about him and his character are perfect! :)
Accurate is accurate.
Marvel in a Nutshell: Thor: The Dark World
I nod, readjusting myself against him and my hold of him. I have never needed someone so badly that it physically hurt. Not until Tom. I bury my fingers in his curls, panting and sobbing into his neck. “Tom,” I whimper.
I cry out in a moan, keening as moves. I begin to move as well, meeting his thrusts. I leans down, trying not to crush Sophia in the process, and kiss him hard. “I needed you this morning.”“And you will have me, my queen” I said, deepening the kiss.
"All of you?" I pant, slowly stilling my hips. "Or just this?" I grind down on his cock for emphasis."I want all of you. Not just the parts I can touch." I begin to move again, moaning with a small whine. "Oh, God." Being with Tom during filming is often an isolating and lonely experience. If he’s not on set, then he’s too exhausted to function. And I don’t have the heart to demand something he’s clearly not up for. So these few days back in England, in our own house, in our own bed… I need Tom. I need not only to fuck and be fucked, but to make love. To feel him. To know he needs me aa much as I need him. To claim this new house, this new bed, as ours. I move my hands further up to his shoulders, digging my fingertips into the muscles. "Oh, god, I need you. I need you so much." I feel tears forming in my eyes and my stomach knotting.
“Of course, you will have all of me” I panted.
I feel a wave of tears. I drop my head, burying it in the side of Tom’s neck. I ride him, crying as I do.
“There’s a good girl, don’t hurt yourself” I whispered huskily into her ear.
So Tom’s been wearing the exact same belt for at least 3 years now.
In case y’all think I’m shittin with ya
This one’s from 2011:
(bonus non-Nike watch!)