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This is a wonderful in-depth interview with Tom. He talks about his early childhood and being a show off and his days at Cambridge and RADA.

I was thinking ‘how dare he???’ when he mentions he loathes Scott Pilgrim but brings it back when he would invite Shakespeare AND Jeff Bridges to a dinner party. I would as well.

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Because this video was constantly taken down, and/or was geographically restricted, I am uploading it here.

WARNING: It contains Sebastian Stan speaking Romanian.

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Anonymous asked:

Would you happen to know what Tom's music taste is like?

hi, i’m not 100% sure if there’s any particular music genres tom has a preference for but you can get a good idea of what kind of music he likes from his songs of the day :) you can find a list of these here! Hope that helps

- Lily

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Anonymous asked:

hi do you have Sebastian's address so i can send him fan mail?

Fan Mail Address:Sebastian StanBrookside Artist Management250 West 57th StreetSuite 2303New York, NY 10107USA

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Anonymous asked:

sorry if this question sounds silly but if I wanted to write fanmail to Sebastian, or any celebrity in fact, how do i begin? thanks

his fan mail address:Sebastian StanBrookside Artist Management250 West 57th StreetSuite 2303New York, NY 10107USA

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Ohmygoodheavens!!! These are ear-candy! Swoon~ ♥♥♥

Tom Hiddleston: Sonnet 130 poem by William Shakespeare Richard Armitage: Mr. Thornton’s Proposal North And South by Elizabeth Gaskell Kenneth Branagh: In Red poem by Walt Whitman Tom Hiddleston: May I Feel Said He poem by E. E. Cummings Matthew Macfadyen: Mr. Darcy’s Proposal Pride And Prejudice by Jane Austen Benedict Cumberbatch: Flat Of Angles (Part I) Late Night Tales by Simon Cleary

Oh god

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Sonnet 130 by William Shakespeare Read by Tom Hiddleston

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My mistress’ eyes are nothing like the sun; Coral is far more red than her lips’ red; If snow be white, why then her breasts are dun; If hairs be wires, black wires grow on her head. I have seen roses damask’d, red and white, But no such roses see I in her cheeks;  And in some perfumes is there more delight Than in the breath that from my mistress reeks. I love to hear her speak, yet well I know That music hath a far more pleasing sound; I grant I never saw a goddess go; My mistress, when she walks, treads on the ground: And yet, by heaven, I think my love as rare As any she belied with false compare. 

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There Is A Lady Sweet And Kind by Anonymous

Read by Tom Hiddleston

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There is a lady sweet and kind, Was never face so pleas’d my mind; I did but see her passing by, And yet I love her till I die. Her gesture, motion, and her smiles, Her wit, her voice, my heart beguiles, Beguiles my heart, I know not why, And yet I love her till I die. Her free behaviour, winning looks, Will make a lawyer burn his books; I touch’d her not, alas! not I, And yet I love her till I die. Had I her fast betwixt mine arms, Judge you that think such sports were harms, Were’t any harm? no, no, fie, fie, For I will love her till I die. Should I remain confined there So long as Phoebus in his sphere, I to request, she to deny, Yet would I love her till I die. Cupid is winged and doth range, Her country so my love doth change: But change she earth, or change she sky, Yet will I love her till I die. 

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Tom Hiddleston reads “Bright Star” by John Keats.

Bright star, would I were stedfast as thou art—  Not in lone splendour hung aloft the night And watching, with eternal lids apart, Like nature’s patient, sleepless Eremite, The moving waters at their priestlike task Of pure ablution round earth’s human shores, Or gazing on the new soft-fallen mask Of snow upon the mountains and the moors— No—yet still stedfast, still unchangeable, Pillow’d upon my fair love’s ripening breast, To feel for ever its soft fall and swell, Awake for ever in a sweet unrest, Still, still to hear her tender-taken breath, And so live ever—or else swoon to death. 

Other poem reads are here.

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Tom Hiddleston reads “As I Walked Out One Evening” by W.H. Auden. 

As I walked out one evening, Walking down Bristol Street, The crowds upon the pavement Were fields of harvest wheat. And down by the brimming river I heard a lover sing Under an arch of the railway: 'Love has no ending. 'I'll love you, dear, I'll love you Till China and Africa meet, And the river jumps over the mountain And the salmon sing in the street, 'I'll love you till the ocean Is folded and hung up to dry And the seven stars go squawking Like geese about the sky. 'The years shall run like rabbits, For in my arms I hold The Flower of the Ages, And the first love of the world.' But all the clocks in the city Began to whirr and chime: 'O let not Time deceive you, You cannot conquer Time. 'In the burrows of the Nightmare Where Justice naked is, Time watches from the shadow And coughs when you would kiss. 'In headaches and in worry Vaguely life leaks away, And Time will have his fancy To-morrow or to-day. 'Into many a green valley Drifts the appalling snow; Time breaks the threaded dances And the diver's brilliant bow. 'O plunge your hands in water, Plunge them in up to the wrist; Stare, stare in the basin And wonder what you've missed. 'The glacier knocks in the cupboard, The desert sighs in the bed, And the crack in the tea-cup opens A lane to the land of the dead. 'Where the beggars raffle the banknotes And the Giant is enchanting to Jack, And the Lily-white Boy is a Roarer, And Jill goes down on her back. 'O look, look in the mirror, O look in your distress: Life remains a blessing Although you cannot bless. 'O stand, stand at the window As the tears scald and start; You shall love your crooked neighbour With your crooked heart.' It was late, late in the evening, The lovers they were gone; The clocks had ceased their chiming, And the deep river ran on.

Other poem reads are here.

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Benedict in Small Island

I did my best to cut out Queenie’s name

"I’ll wait for you…It belongs to you now. No one else."

Source: thechewbecca