Not an angel, not a Disney prince, not a Hollywood square-jawed muscle-machine, not a perfect human being. Just a man with a kind smile, an enormous talent, a wicked sense of humour, and a pair of restless eyebrows with a life of their own. Tom Hiddleston, my favourite actor.
Seriously people, if I see one of those posts comparing this man to one innocent pure-hearted too-good-for-this-mean-world man-child little angel fallen from heaven, I’m gonna puke (not really, but I will definitely feel like). This is a man, and I bet he has morning dragon breath, smelly feet, bad-hair days, cranky mood days, lazy-brain days, or just goes around living some of those normal uneventful boring days like everybody else. He is human. A beautiful, talented, kind, goofy, soulful, non-perfect, prone-to-saying-or-doing-stupid-things-once-in-a-while (and I feel the need to specify: directly thinking about the de-Niro/GNS situation here, not his love live, that’s no business of mine nor anybody else) human whose art and dashing good looks I immensely appreciate. That’s it. That’s also one hell of a grammatically challenged text I put together but I don’t care. I wanted to say it. There!
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