-Go on tumblr as distraction from finals and imminent failure.
-Find out about Misha Collins Hate Day.
-Nevermind, finals are more fun.
LAURA LAURA
i need ur halpz
With what, my love? (Know that I’m currently trying to bullshit ten weeks of homework in five hours, a proper response could be a while coming depending on the problem.)
It’s about the modem at my old place. :c I need help finding the receipt in the new apartment.
Are JK and Chris not at the apartment for the summer? I can do it this weekend. Will need contact information for whoever’s living there so I can get in.
LAURA LAURA
i need ur halpz
With what, my love? (Know that I’m currently trying to bullshit ten weeks of homework in five hours, a proper response could be a while coming depending on the problem.)
- me: *walks out of room*
- parents: OMG SHE'S OUT OF HER CAVE HELLO WELCOME COME COME SOCIALIZE YOU NEVER SOCIALIZE DON'T GO LOCK YOURSELF BACK IN YOUR ROOM STAY OUT OF THAT CAVE SPENDING THAT MUCH TIME ON YOUR COMPUTER ISN'T HEALTHY!!!!!!!!!111!!!!!!!!!!!!!1111!!!
- me: *gets food. goes back in room*
Thor: I NEED A HORSE!
Loki: Give me nine months
I almost spat coffee all over my desk.
But… I hate to be a smartarse (no I don’t), but the gestation period of horses is 11 months, actually.
The sound I just made.
Heavens.

(via thewhoreat221b)


Tom hiddleston as… a PIRATE?
HOW SEXY!!!
He can play any character he chooses. Asdfghjklywhsjahqjososmsbsbsiene
I’m going to go hurl myself into the sun now. TTYN!
I’m so okay with this.
So. Okay. With it.

His armorer? The man who just sold him Stranger?What I’d like to know: Who is Sandor’s random groupie?
that’s what I was wondering. (his squire maybe?)
Ha! My sister emailed me about this while she was watching the episode: “Who was with the hound?? DID HE GET A FRIEND???”
I was thinking squire too, but the idea that he has a groupie, or literally only one friend (who isn’t a Stark girl) is amusing to me…
We have decided his name is Brad. Brad Lannister. Why so sullen, Brad?
Fine, it’s official. Sandor has one friend and his name is Brad, and Brad doesn’t complain when Sandor tells the same stories about growing up with Gregor all the time.
“And then Gregor set his pony on fire—”
“—while he was on it.”
“I WAS THE ONE TELLING THE STORY SHUT THE FUCK UP AND DRINK.”
No, little Brad. I wouldn’t hurt you


