As tracker James Conrad, he spends much of the movie kneeling down to
examine broken underbrush, eluding King Kong, and rolling through the
dirt to escape giant, underground lizard monsters who want to rip him
limb from limb. In other words, a typical day at the office. But his
greatest asset is not his gun. It’s not even the Samurai sword he uses
to slice his way through a flock of razor-beaked birds. It’s his plain,
gloriously tight, gray-blue t-shirt. To put it simply, he looks good as
hell. Possibly better than he does in a suit, which is really saying something.
I don’t know how it magically stays perfectly tucked in, or what
exactly it is about it that has inspired this obsession, but as a reward
for you taking the time to read about this important, high-priority
matter, please enjoy the next photos of him and his t-shirt in
This is kind of an understatement. That voice, the eyebrows with a life of their own, that whicked little laugh at the end, it all makes math hell and damnation, and infinite torture, but in a good way.
you look absolutely delicious all wet and rumpled. Your hands are the most beautiful ones I ever saw. All slender, with delicate fingers and so long. And I’d love to lick that throat of yours. Touch that bulging vein with my tongue. You are sexy beyond description and make me think about debauchery things. My mind wanders to places that make me equally wet as you are. You are really filthy and dirty. And I don’t mean that in a good way. The mud is coming of in pieces from your skin. Please take a bath in something else than wine or ale. I’d help you with that.
I mean, seriously. That mischievous look? That slicked back jet black hair? The ‘I’m about to invade yo ovaries’ walk? That damn mug brings it all together. At this point idek what I’m trying to say anymore, all I know is that I AM MOIST AS A TURKEY
OHH NO YOU DON’t, not witH THAT POWER-STANCING, MUG-WIELDING, OVARY-FRYING BULLSHIT – what even is that face???? Prince of Asgard, King of the Sinister Sexy, Ruler of Women who’ve a taste for delicious villainy OHH LORDY LORD take mE TO CHURCH
Imagine Tom Hiddleston is you doctor and you are in critical condition and he has an overwhelming desire to cure you. He checks up on you every 2 hours to see if you’re doing alright. And sometimes you pretend you’re asleep and he bends down a kisses you on the forehead and lips.