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Hey there, I'm Georgia, 14, England. I overthink and I'm socially awkward, clumsy as hell, extremely embarrassing and just generally a bit of a twat (unintentionally). I also have no common sense and a desire to make people happy when they're sad. I am known for my stalker tendencies. People don't tend to appreciate my hilarious inappropriateness. I don't do Facebook because I get angry. I don't judge anybody for stupid reasons, I mean, occasionally people do twatty things, but only a few people are honestly twats. My blog has no real theme to it, I reblog funny shit and happy shit and shit that relates to me. I don't like roller coasters and I'm afraid of the dark sometimes. I also really love narwhals. So thanks for listening, bye. And no one believes me, but 40% of the dolphin population are gay.
Story of a Five Year-Old Avenger, Meeting the Avengers
“Hi, Loki!” my wife said (100% sure she didn’t know Tom Hiddleston’s name). “Can my son get a picture with you?” she asked. “Can I put him on my shoulders?” Loki asks. “Um … okay?” is Jill’s response and hands Tom Hiddleston our son. He hoists him up on to his shoulders (I should mention that this guy is like 8 feet tall), and my wife takes out her Blackberry, only to find that it’s on its last battery leg. Nonetheless she manages to get a couple of shots. Hiddleston puts Edison down, shakes his hand and says goodbye…
… Evans crouches down next to Edison, who extends his hand and shakes the hand of The First Avenger. “Can I see your shield?” Evans asks and Edison hands his battered toy shield over. “Wow, you’re getting a lot of use out of this. You fighting a lot of bad guys with this?” he asks. Chris Evans and Edison proceed to have a conversation about the finer points of shields and fighting the enemy.
(via katpeeneverclean)
