cumberbitchsandwich:
aristophrenic:
liquidblues:
Going for a dip in the refreshing Atlantic Ocean is really remarkable considering the fact that the pictures were taken in LA.
If anyone can achieve the impossible, you’re looking at the right man for the job. Cumbers wants to swim in the Atlantic whilst in LA? Damn right he’s gonna fuckin’ do it. Ain’t nobody stop a Cumberbatch.
Even the Atlantic Ocean doesn’t say no to Benedict Cumberbatch.
Angela, I smell an ‘If Benny Asks’ here…
Matt Smith & Benedict Cumberbatch at the 2012 BAFTAs
Fuck you, BAFTA. You didn’t win Benedict Cumberbatch.
cumberbitchsandwich:
Yes.
THIS.
Benedict is like the fucking DiCaprio of BAFTAs
tonightsadangernight:
What does that man have to do to win a fucking BAFTA? Jump off a building?
Oh wait….
lokings:
plot twist tom hiddleston jumps on stage dressed as loki, steals a bafta and gives it to benedict
Well you know what Benedict. You don’t need this Bafta. Because you have multiple and unending jobs, you’re on the road to worldwide stardom and I can guarantee that before long you’ll be an Oscar Nominee. Also, you’ve got us. The fans. We all love you so so much and we’re all giving you our own fandom special Bafta right now which means so much more.
inheritanceofgeek:
"Cumberbatch is tired. It’s a dark corner; a candle, a bowl of candied nuts, a sheaf of Sherlock posters on the table. He beams turquoise at every single person in the endless autograph line: “Come on up. Don’t be shy, hurry up. What’s your name? Okay, spell? Where are you from?” He’d said a million of thanks in the last hour and heard more. Thanks for thanks. Thanks for hurried confessions and for each naive, child-like, sincere offering—a drawing, a book, a pin (“I am Sherlocked” goes onto his white shirt, right over the heart). He holds hands, gives hugs, strokes shoulders. Signs old volumes of Conan Doyle, hats, teapots. Long strand of hair is falling, again and again, across his eyes. Laughing wrinkles laugh. He steals a cookie, a sip of water, breathes out: “I’m tired. I’m completely exhausted”, and immediately lights up again, to return the warmth and gratitude that can’t reach Sherlock onscreen."
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this editorial, on the PBS screening.
I don’t know why, but I have embarrassing girly tears in my eyes now.
But I’m pretty sure that even when (if) I’m elderly and dignified, I won’t regret having had a twentysomething’s celebrity crush, on this one.
(via adjustedfangirl)
it hink he’s one of the guys you will love no matter what and how old you get! when i get old i’ll say to my grandkids “i grew up with Backstreet Boys music and Benedict Cumberbatch movies/shows. It was the best childhood i could ask for.” Everytime my sister & i talk about the time she met him in London after watching Frankenstein (i would’ve met him but i was too sick to stay….if i stayed i’d have ended up puking in front of him…i was THAT sick) she ALWAYS says he’s THE MOST humble, down-to-earth, genuinely loving guy you could EVER meet!
(via benaddicts-sherlockians)
Crying…
(via moriartysskull)
Oh my god this actually made me tear up. “Naive, child-like” offering though? I don’t completely agree? But I can’t complain…it’s true to a point. Oh my goodness “a pin ‘I am Sherlocked’ goes onto his white shirt, right over his heart.” I didn’t even think about my pin being over his heart. This gives me so many feelings. But I honestly felt so bad for him and he’s just such a sweet and amazing person.
(via sherlock-sherbet)
When I got to go to the Sherlock screening, I was very aware that I hadn’t won the tickets, and that I only got in because I was on stand-by. Although I really had wanted to get Benedict’s autograph and meet him, I’m not upset at all. He was tired, and he did make a lot of people’s dreams come true that night. It’s nice when the people you admire actually are as nice as they seem.
(via alltheroads)
"I look at photographs, the ones that people ask me to sign sometimes, and think, ‘What are people seeing?’ I have had this face for 35 years. I’m never going to change it. But I wouldn’t desire me. I can see beauty in other men. Ryan Gosling? Fuck. George Clooney? Wow. But you can see the enigma in those kind of faces. But I can’t see it in myself at all."
