About three things I was absolutely positive: First, Benedict Cumberbatch was a British actor. Second, there was a part of him - and I didn't know how dominant that part might be - that just couldn't help but be absolutely flawless. And third, I was unconditionally and irrevocably in love with him.
Fangirl: You're impossibly gorgeous. And talented. Your voice is... like a jaguar in a cello. Your eyes change color... and sometimes you speak like - like you're the most intelligent person I know. You never say or think bad of others; you always stay positive.
...
Fangirl: How old are you?
Benedict Cumberbatch: Thirty-five.
Fangirl: How long have you been thirty-five?
Benedict Cumberbatch: About nine months and fourteen days, I think.
Fangirl: I know what you are.
Benedict Cumberbatch: Say it... out loud.
Fangirl: A British actor.
Benedict Cumberbatch: Are you afraid?
Fangirl: ... no.
Benedict Cumberbatch: Then ask me the most basic question: Why am I single?
Reminds me of Cumberbuddy…

Reminds me of Cumberbuddy…

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7/5/2012
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whatareyouwearingbenedict:

-Why…-Emmy, no.-But it’s a jacket-No, Emmy!-But I need to whine!-No.-It’s in my bloooood!-…-WHY ARE YOU WEARING A JACKET ON A TALK SHOW WHERE YOU ARE CUTTING TOMATOES!?-Really?-I had to…

Aw love. He probably came on his bike and was late so they just powdered his nose a wee bit and plonked him there before anyone remembered about the jacket. Either that or that shirt has his name tag so he aint taking that jacket off on TV lols…

whatareyouwearingbenedict:

-Why…
-Emmy, no.
-But it’s a jacket
-No, Emmy!
-But I need to whine!
-No.
-It’s in my bloooood!
-…
-WHY ARE YOU WEARING A JACKET ON A TALK SHOW WHERE YOU ARE CUTTING TOMATOES!?
-Really?
-I had to…

Aw love. He probably came on his bike and was late so they just powdered his nose a wee bit and plonked him there before anyone remembered about the jacket. Either that or that shirt has his name tag so he aint taking that jacket off on TV lols…

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7/5/2012
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earthtojane:

the-clock-talked-loud:

..i hereby pronounce myself a cumberbabe.

Suddenly I want to meet 15-year-old Benedict…

Aw bless… yes cumberbabes it is but don’t cross us or we’ll be cumberb*tches but on our best behavior cumberladies we are ^_^

earthtojane:

the-clock-talked-loud:

..i hereby pronounce myself a cumberbabe.

Suddenly I want to meet 15-year-old Benedict…

Aw bless… yes cumberbabes it is but don’t cross us or we’ll be cumberb*tches but on our best behavior cumberladies we are ^_^

deareje:

Open in new tab for high-res. It’s for the science.

Oh you angel of high res~ let me love you both~

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7/3/2012
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deareje:


 @Edmacfarlane: The lads after a successful day in the studio.


https://twitter.com/Edmacfarlane/status/220075720012079105/photo/1/large


Nice to see that shirt and that watch again ^^ How DOES he keeps his clothes for so long?! Mine start to tatter in just a few years which always give me a good excuse to go shopping ^^

deareje:

: The lads after a successful day in the studio.

Nice to see that shirt and that watch again ^^ How DOES he keeps his clothes for so long?! Mine start to tatter in just a few years which always give me a good excuse to go shopping ^^

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softwatsonwarmwatson:

To celebrate 1000+ followers, I’m hosting a giveaway!

Thank you all so much for following me. I’m really not sure why you do, but to thank you for putting up with stupid, infrequent art and text posts about various places I’ve fallen asleep, here is a small giveaway. I’d like to apologise to my British followers, who must’ve had enough bunting and union jack merch to last them until their grave, but I’m unimaginative.

 

BOTTLE-O-BAKER STREET

The main item in this giveaway is tiny (Approximately 2.5cm in height, in fact) but its not the size that matters, it’s the contents.

I have the privilege of living in London, and having Baker Street 40 minutes away from my own home, but I know there are thousands of Sherlockians out there who may never see 221b. So I took a trip to 221b, armed with a tiny vial and no shame, and filled it with dirt directly from Sherlock’s home. From one of his potted plants, in fact. 

The idea may be dumb and sentimental (I’m sure Sherlock is mocking me right now) but I thought it’d be nice to have a piece, albeit small, of Baker Street to hold close to your heart, however many tens, hundreds or thousands of miles separate you from 221b.

 

ALSO INCLUDED IN GIVEAWAY!

Because a tiny vial is hardly enough!

  • Sweets! A large Cadbury’s chocolate bar and a Curly Wurly. 
  • Your very own Jawn- a WWF hedgehog plush toy (my cat took a liking to him, so I’ve saved him and tried my best to de-fur him; sorry if he has the traces of Dave’s affection on him!!)
  • A smiley beanie ball; brilliant for throwing at walls when boredom ensues. Also saves on extra rent due to bullet holes. (my cat also liked this.. I’ve de-furred it too)
  • A 221b keychain (purchased at the Sherlock Holmes museum)
  • A chocolate medal, awarded for assistance to detective Sherlock Holmes (also purchased at the museum.)
  • Union Jack tissues
  • A medium Union Jack flag
  • A cute double-decker bus necklace
  • Wendy and friends- mustache paper clips 
  • An ‘I ♥ London’ sticker and a ‘Baker Street’ road-sign sticker
  • I was also thinking I might draw something, but I’m not sure anyone would want anything handrawn by a mediocre artist. I’d be willing to throw in some sketches though, if the winner wanted! [examples here]

 

THE RULES

  1. It is not necessary to follow me, but I’d be honoured if you chose to anyway! I may alter the giveaway (add more, tweak the end date, ect.) so make sure you have a way of finding out!
  2. Likes and reblogs count, but i’m going to have to limit it to 3 reblogs per day, purely to avoid dash take-overs.
  3. Your blog must be active. I will be checking back through the archive to see if it’s not been created to boost your chances.
  4. I’ll need to send it, so obviously I’ll be requiring an address. Also, I can’t say how long it’ll take to get the funds to ship it, especially if the winner resides outside of Europe. Bear with me!

This giveaway will be active until 15th of July (favourite number orz), and end at 9pm GMT (4pm EST).

The winner will be picked at random, on one of those number thingys, so it’s completely fair. Good Luck, and thanks once again!

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Just wondering; How many non-British fans are in Sherlock fandom?

sherlockspeare:

Raise your hands, guys. Me first.
Nice to meet you, we’re all one in this heaven. :D

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valeria2067:

“Shall I tell you a Fairy Tale, Hamish?”
“YOU know Fairy Tales, Father?”
“I know one at least, and it’s a story I think you need to hear. Would you like to hear it tonight?”
“Yes, please, Father!”
“All right. Well. Once Upon a Time, there lived a Consulting Detective - the only one in the world, in fact. His hair was curly and black as ebony, and some even said his skin was white as snow.”
“He sounds like you!”
“Mmm. This Consulting Detective considered himself married to his work, until one day, a handsome Army Doctor came into his life.”
“Like Dad!”
“Indeed. However, what the Consulting Detective didn’t know was that he was being watched by the Evil King of the criminal underworld. Every day, the Evil King would look into the internet and ask, ‘Who is the greatest genius of them all?’  And every day, the answer came back, ‘YOU are, my King.’”
“Just like Snow White’s Evil Stepmother!”
“Yes. And, of course, one day, the answer was different. One day, the internet answered, ‘You are a great genius, my King, but, alas, there is one in the land who is far more clever than you.’   The King called his henchmen and said, ‘I want you to set traps for this man. And I want him to stop being clever. If he doesn’t, I want you to burn him. Burn the HEART out of him.’”  
“That’s horrible!”
“And some time later, while the Consulting Detective was working on a particularly messy and difficult case, he received a strange visitor at his flat.
“It was the Evil King, asking if he could sit down and have some tea.  ’I have something for you,’ the Evil King said. ‘Look.’ And there, stuck onto the end of a pocket knife was a large red apple.  The Evil King had carved a design into it: I. O. U.  ’I owe you,’ the Evil King said.
“Soon after the Consulting Detective held the apple, everything began to turn upside-down. He was helpless to do anything as his image, his work, even his ability to protect his friends crumbled around him.
“And then, very soon, he was falling…falling very fast from a very high place.”
“Did he die?”
“It certainly appeared so. And when the faithful Army Doctor saw what had happened, he stood beside the Consulting Detective’s grave and wept. As strong as he was, the pain of losing his friend made him break down and cry. But the Army Doctor didn’t know one very important thing: the Consulting Detective wasn’t really dead.
“He wasn’t?”
“No, Hamish. He was only waiting.”
“What was he waiting for, Father?”
“He was waiting for justice and love to break the spell.”
——
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valeria2067:

“Shall I tell you a Fairy Tale, Hamish?”

“YOU know Fairy Tales, Father?”

“I know one at least, and it’s a story I think you need to hear. Would you like to hear it tonight?”

“Yes, please, Father!”

“All right. Well. Once Upon a Time, there lived a Consulting Detective - the only one in the world, in fact. His hair was curly and black as ebony, and some even said his skin was white as snow.”

“He sounds like you!”

“Mmm. This Consulting Detective considered himself married to his work, until one day, a handsome Army Doctor came into his life.”

“Like Dad!”

“Indeed. However, what the Consulting Detective didn’t know was that he was being watched by the Evil King of the criminal underworld. Every day, the Evil King would look into the internet and ask, ‘Who is the greatest genius of them all?’  And every day, the answer came back, ‘YOU are, my King.’”

“Just like Snow White’s Evil Stepmother!”

“Yes. And, of course, one day, the answer was different. One day, the internet answered, ‘You are a great genius, my King, but, alas, there is one in the land who is far more clever than you.’   The King called his henchmen and said, ‘I want you to set traps for this man. And I want him to stop being clever. If he doesn’t, I want you to burn him. Burn the HEART out of him.’”  

“That’s horrible!”

“And some time later, while the Consulting Detective was working on a particularly messy and difficult case, he received a strange visitor at his flat.

“It was the Evil King, asking if he could sit down and have some tea.  ’I have something for you,’ the Evil King said. ‘Look.’ And there, stuck onto the end of a pocket knife was a large red apple.  The Evil King had carved a design into it: I. O. U.  ’I owe you,’ the Evil King said.

“Soon after the Consulting Detective held the apple, everything began to turn upside-down. He was helpless to do anything as his image, his work, even his ability to protect his friends crumbled around him.

“And then, very soon, he was falling…falling very fast from a very high place.”

“Did he die?”

“It certainly appeared so. And when the faithful Army Doctor saw what had happened, he stood beside the Consulting Detective’s grave and wept. As strong as he was, the pain of losing his friend made him break down and cry. But the Army Doctor didn’t know one very important thing: the Consulting Detective wasn’t really dead.

“He wasn’t?”

“No, Hamish. He was only waiting.”

“What was he waiting for, Father?”

“He was waiting for justice and love to break the spell.”

——

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