DAMN RIGHT YOU DO, SON.
Taking a quick break from work--needed to get this out of my system. 8 hours-ish. RANT
SOOO Iím sure a lot of ladies went to see Thor
for that elusive scene where Chris Hemsworth twirls his bare-chested god body in front of the camera for like 2 minutes tops, or at least that had been my intention before actually watching the whole thing through and you guys. YOU. GUYS. As the credits rolled I realized I have ended up totally, unashamedly, fan-girling over Tom Hiddlestonís Loki. YOU GUYS.
I mean, Hemsworth isnít half-ugly at all and Natalie Portman probably got paid a ton acting the easiest role ever, which was to display oh so girly attraction toward a golden, towering, buffed demi-godóI mean hand me the script and Iíll do it for free, KWIM? But Hiddleston fleshed out Loki down to a T by conveying so much that is the trickster god with so little effort. The angst, the frustration, the calculating, all with this pair of huge, melancholic, almost sympathetic eyes and high cheekbones and and inviting thin lips and not to mention the languid quips delivered through his accent and velvety voicHHHNNNNNGGHHHH
SOOO hereís a little something in your honor, HiddlesóLoki in your likeness. Although it sort of reminds me a bit of Michael Fassbender. But eh.
*book = excuse to draw hands because drawing hands is my MISSION IN LIEF
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