An Abundance Of Toms

Unhealthy obsession with a collection of actors called Tom - Hiddleston, Cavanagh, Ellis, Felton and probably a few more. RumBelle, Wolfstar and Malec. Harry Potter, Marvel, DC, Merlin, Lucifer, OUAT, Sherlock, Shadowhunters and many more. Feminist. General oddness. Still obsessing over Harrison Wells/Eobard Thawne/Tom Cavanagh.

[pierregaslays]

literally

[yoonminitty]

The popular vote better come and demolish the jury votes because this is horrible

[bloendram-deactivated20230905]

[useless-germanyfacts]

[lavellenchanted]

mel giedroyc churning butter oh my GOD

[sherlockholmes]

“The song is called Blood and Glitter. Two things that are very hard to get out of carpet”

–Graham Norton

[yenvengerberg]

every year of eurovision there is one person destined to be the epic musician of the evening. this year it falls to epic flute man of moldova. we applaud you.

[amber007things]

Why the fuck is the whole world able to vote. PLEASE KEEP THE AMERICANS AWAY

[lgbtmi]

Every Pink Outfit This Eurovision Is Brought To You Be Mattel As Promotion for The Barbie Movie

[nurse-buckley]

Eurovision 2023 without context

[verriciardo]

Fixed it

[tomshiddles]

Tom Hiddleston - Gentleman’s Journal (Summer 2022)

[rylandgraces]

*me plugging in my phone in the dark* dont think about it dont think about it dont think about it dont think abotu it dont thinka botu it donmt think aboiut it dont think about it dont think abotu it dont thihnk about it dont think about it dont think about it dojnt think abtiou it dont thi

[dragkingandreweldritch]

nature is healing

[catchymemes]

[puipui-official]

"Un-uhlaive? UN-UHLAIVE? Ma'am, that man has been killed. He has been MUHDUHED. To DEATH."

[froginapicklejar]

[hobbitsetal]

online friends

“my friend the electrical engineer,” i say, or of someone else: “my friend the Canadian,” “my friend in Denver.” and i am down south, states and miles away.

“how did you meet?” they ask, puzzled by how far-flung my friendships. “the internet,” i say, a little proud, a little defensive because the next words are inevitable.

they always ask with a mix of amusement and horror. always. “have you met in person? no? how can you be sure it’s not an old pervert in his mother’s basement, a serial killer on the prowl?”

how can we be sure of anyone? the man who married a pastor’s daughter, then shot his pregnant wife in the back of the head–they thought they knew him. but these anonymous souls: they’re my friends.

we talk of books and ideas, family and differences in where we live and why we do what we do, and trade stupid jokes like candy, sweet and inclusive and joyful. my friends. my soul friends, who i meet on the internet.

friendships are not born of handshakes. they’re born of shared things and shared interests and sometimes just because you’re human and i’m human, and that praise God is enough. even over the internet, that is enough.

[departmentq]