clevermanka | Fuck, marry, kill

I thought Tom Hiddleston couldn't kill me more than he already has, with the dancing and the Comedy Central bits and the juggling in the car and the cheekbones and everything. To the surprise of probably no one but me, though, he managed to find another way to bring about my demise.

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Gold star for me, rocking the gym yesterday! I didn't skimp on any reps or sets, although I felt weak--the 15lb dumbbells were much heavier than they were on Monday. OH, THESE SILLY TRANSITORY PHYSICAL BODIES.

Since Thor 2 opened yesterday, I'll be avoiding Tumblr for the next 48-or-so hours until I see it Sunday afternoon. If I get spoiled at this point, I'll be really irritated. Generally I don't care about spoilers (I'm already completely spoiled for Supernatural Season 9 and that's fine, but I want to be surprised by Thor 2 and the third season of Sherlock when it comes out.

*crossing fingers*

In lieu of Tumblr posts, then, I have for you today:

Tom and Lorenzo's commentary on the Miss Universe National Costumes for 2013. I wince a bit at their wording, but some of these are a riot.