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Tom Hiddleston SFX interview (2011) [x]
“What was it like, having to wear [the helmet] all the time?” -
In America, we have a county named YOLO
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america is so embarrassing
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districtnineand-three-quarters:
if this eggplant gets less than 5 million notes i’m going to be so upset
Reblogging because eggplant
Fewer than 5 million notes. Fewer. Not less.
I believe that it is called an aubergine.
IN AMERICA WE LET EGGS BE PLANTS BECAUSE FREEDOM
In Britain we let those AUBERGINES live once we heal them with our FREE HEALTH CARE
NOBODY CARES, ENGLAND
at least America came up with their own word and didn’t steal ours
you used the wrong flag France
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Why thank you, dears. I am most flattered.
Now, please excuse me as I turn into a blushing pile of happy.
<3
You are gorgeous o_o <3
Askdnfdhbgvgjhapoejf thank you .////. <3
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It’s strange how when a tumblr famous person reads your fanfiction and says it was well written but that they don’t care much for the sort of thing you are writing, their response still has the same effect on you…
Because at least someone took their time to read it and send a helpful response
I’VE BEEN NOTICED! I’M NOT CANADA ANYMORE!
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(Part 2) Hetalock Crossover: Confederate Fall
As Alfred looked on from the ledge on the hospital, another taxi pulled up to the side of the road, and a man in a dark green, old-fashioned coat got out. Around his neck was a snowy, white scarf that trailed down his back and moved silently in the breeze. From a distance, Alfred could hear Arthur’s ringtone as the phone in the man’s pocket went off. With a heavy heart, Alfred lifted the phone to his ear as Arthur did the same.
You have to lie Alfred reminded himself. No doubt one of Jonathan’s men will be listening in on your conversation. You can’t give anything away. You have to save Arthur… You have to save everyone.
“Hello?” Arthur said answering the phone, sounding slightly annoyed.
“Arthur…” Alfred choked, his voice catching in his throat.
“Hey, Alfred,” Arthur seemed more concerned now. “You okay?”
“Turn around and walk back the way you came now.” Alfred said sternly.
“Why?”
“Just do as I ask.” Alfred begged “Please.”
“Where are you?” on the streets below, Arthur began to search his surroundings, and Alfred couldn’t help but smile as he watched his friend from above. This was the last time he’d see his Arthur for a long while, and he wanted to remember him the way he was before Alfred tore his world apart… again.
“Stop there.” said Alfred.
Arthur obeyed.
“Alfred?” said Arthur, even more worried than before.
“Okay, look up. I’m on the rooftop.”
Alfred felt tears brim his eyes when Arthur turned to see him standing there on the highest point of the building, and even from a distance, Alfred could catch the look of horror spreading across Arthur’s face. But Alfred brushed his tears away. Ever since the war, he’d promised himself he’d never cry again, even if it made the situation harder to get through. When Alfred was just a colony, Arthur had yelled at him every time he was angry, saying that Alfred needed to grow up.
So Alfred did.
“Oh God…” Arthur gasped.
“I… I… I can’t come down, so we’ll…” Alfred cleared his throat, “we’ll just have to do it like this.”
“What’s going on?”
“An apology… It’s all true.”
“Wh-what?” Arthur asked.
“Everything they said about me… I brought back the Confederate States on purpose.”
Alfred glanced behind him at Jonathan’s body, then back to Arthur.
“Why are you saying this?” said Arthur in disbelief.
Alfred couldn’t help it anymore; his voice broke apart when he said the words.
“I’m a fake.”
“Alfred…”
“The newspapers were right all along.” Alfred sobbed. “I want you to tell Kiku; I want you to tell Matthew, and Feliciano… in fact, tell anyone who will listen to you, that I used the Confederate States’ strength so I could become the most powerful nation in the world… So that one day I could be the greatest country that ever existed.”
“Okay, shut up, Alfred, shut up.” Arthur’s voice was shaking, “The first time we met … the first time we met, you could lift a buffalo ten times bigger than you without trouble, remember?”
“Nobody could be that strong.”
“You could.”
Alfred laughed a little, and felt a teardrop slide down his cheek.
Lie to him said Jonathan’s voice in his head. Alfred reluctantly did as he was told.
“I stole my brother’s strength through his mind. You know magic. You know very well it is possible… so… I took his power, and in return, I have to give him my soul.”
This was absolutely incorrect. Only Jonathan had ever figured out how to steal another person’s strength, and Alfred had never wanted anything to do with it. Yet the words slipped off his tongue, and Alfred knew then it wasn’t long before the end.
Arthur began to shake his head, obviously trying to forget what Alfred had just said.
“No.” Arthur breathed, sounding a tad bit angry “All right, stop it now.” He tried to walk into the hospital building, but Alfred instructed him to stay put, his voice filled with authority. Alfred had to stay with the plan, nothing could interfere or anything could go wrong.
“All right.” Arthur said with agitation, stopping in his tracks.
Without noticing what he was doing, Alfred tried to reach out his hand, as if Arthur was standing just in front of him. Alfred didn’t say it out loud, but more than anything he wanted a hug… someone to hold his hand… someone to kiss him on the forehead and reassure him that he’d wake up soon and have no memory of this nightmare.
Because that’s what ordinary people would want when they died… A way to know they weren’t alone.
“Keep your eyes fixed on me.” Alfred begged frantically “Please, will you do this for me?”
“Do what?” Arthur said, trying his best to keep eye contact with Alfred.
“This phone call – it’s… it’s my note.” Images of a piece of paper covered in writing stirred in Alfred’s mind, the beginning of the first sentence forever engraved in his thoughts – We hold these truths to be self-evident, that all men are created equal… “It’s what people do, don’t they, brother?” Alfred continued “…leave a note?”
“Leave a note when?”
“Goodbye, Arthur.”
“No. Don’t!” Arthur screamed. Alfred threw his phone onto the roof and spread out his arms.
On the side of angels… he thought, looking at Arthur for the last time. I guess I already know one of them.
From below, Arthur shouted Alfred’s name. But Alfred didn’t hear him.
I’ll never forget you… Brother…
And thus, Alfred fell.
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People born in 1990 can legally drink alcohol.
Obama was sworn into office 3 years ago.
Michael Jackson died over 2.5 years ago.
2007 was HALF A FUCKING DECADE ago.
There are kids in middle school now that don’t even remember 9/11.
There are girls born in 1998 who are pregnant.
There are over 600 pokemon.
Voldemort was vanquished 14 years ago
Percy Jackson can now graduate from high school(unless he blew it up)(Source: itsjeremiah)
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