Tom Hiddleston on Henry V & Shakespeare
FUCK he’s beautiful
HE IS PERFECTION
He sits motionless, like a spider in the center of its web, but that web has a thousand radiations, and he knows well every quiver of each of them.
The year is 3000, my great great great grand daughter isn’t fine at all and freddos are £4 each
look what I found while browsing in the library
do you know what this is?
wait a sec
do you guys understand how much published fan fic this fandom has ?
and they all spell Cas, Cass.
WAIT IT GETS BETTER