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Tom + THAT FACE + Tom’s sweet tooth + Photoshop = This…

I just don’t even know what the fuck to say happened. I’m sorry. Or not. Not really. Everything in the picture is good enough to eat. Just saying.

To my usual crew of regularly tortured Hiddlestoners: ladyoftheteaandblood beaglebitch insanely-smart enchantedbyhiddles angryschnauzer ancientfinnishgoddess annedeadly loki-in-winterfell lokiwholockfactory graymindlove deliciouswhispers wellirving ehehehohmyloki sarabeth72 jlstreck jarrigoni feelmyroarrrr maneth985 jennphoenix loki-agent-of-ass-gard mrs-laurenhiddleston loki-livesfortheapplesauce zorped

(Disclaimer: I’m not very experienced with Photoshop.)

“God, I don’t know whether I’d rather see your hair or that hat,” I grimaced at the large black flat-rimmed hat adorning Harry’s head that nearly took up all the space on the driver’s side of the car. It was so distracting to me that I could barely think straight. “I think I prefer your hair. Let’s get this off.”