Arse Faced and Horse Named

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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.

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)

‘“I am Sherlocked” goes onto his white shirt, right over the heart’
he really is perfect isn’t he

(via lennonisheroin)

↵ Originally from adjustedfangirl

↵ Reblogged from fringewithbenedicts

# benedict cumberbatch

# awwww

# so sweet!

waitingforatimelord:

outkast22:

deduce-me-e:

ashlynawesome17:

under-my-umber-ellie:

ombrrrefolle:

pernillo:

broseph-gilgun:

iam-badwolf:

fany6333:

i love the scene.

Guys, Lestrade is still back there.
Guys.
GUYS.

#and they just walk off and leave lestrade alone #in a cold abandoned warehouse thingy #I bet mycroft is lurking in the corner to pounce on him #because we all know how much mycroft loves hanging out in warehouses

You’re alone in the warehouse

There’s no one around,

And the light is out.

Out of the corner of your eye you spot him,

Mycroft Holmes.

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MY GOD, THERE’S CAKE EVERYWHERE

ACTUAL BRITISH GOVERNMENT MYCROFT HOLMES

these comments…

FIGHTING FOR YOUR LIFE

WITH MYCROFT HOLMES

WRESTLING A KNIFE

FROM MYCROFT HOLMES

STAB IT IN THE POUNDCAAAKEEE

ACTUAL DIABETIC MYCROFT HOLMES

ACTUAL DIABETIC MYCROFT HOLMES

LOL

LEFT OUT LESTRADE.

MY GOD, THERE’S CAKE EVERYWHERE

ACTUAL DIABETIC MYCROFT HOLMES

thanks guys now im snorting uncontrollably.