Heck yeah, I needed to know about this.
When I was about 25 years old, I worked with two very good actors. The encounters were brief, but I’ve remembered them both with great admiration. Wanda Ventham and Timothy Carlton both embodied qualities which one is fogyishly tempted to look at with nostalgia. Along with very considerable talent, they had elegance, glamor, wit, kindness and decency.
I didn’t know at the time that they were married or that they had a son of about 10 who was quietly gestating all the same attributes. And now, 30 years later, the boy has been let loose. He has taken the form of Benedict Cumberbatch.
His parents’ qualities are on rampant display. It’s rare to the point of outlandish to find so many variables in one actor, including features which ought to be incompatible: vulnerability, a sense of danger, a clear intellect, honesty, courage — and a rather alarming energy. I take no pleasure in feeling humbled, but there’s no getting around it.
He must be stopped.
Sometimes I think
Mycroft loves Sherlock
more than Sherlock loves Sherlock.
And now I am sad.
Sherlock wouldn’t fight half as hard for himself as Mycroft sometimes fights for for him.
Here’s my theory. The Harry Potter trio are actually representations of the other houses. Hermione is Ravenclaw. Ron is Hufflepuff. Harry is Slytheryn. They’re all in Gryffindor because they asked. In fact, everyone in that house could have been in another house if they hadn’t asked to be in Gryffindor. You have be ask to be in Gryffindor because their most defining feature is bravery and anyone can choose to be brave.
I fuck with your theory, marry me.
Things to wear when you go out to buy cheese.
No, this is what Margaery Tyrell wears to go out to buy cheese. ;)
so in case you haven’t been on tumblr awhile
- hail hydra
- it’s a metaphor
- dean showers
- cas and dean talk on the phone and it’s adorable
- it’s all a metaphor
- it’s all a fucking metaphor.
- it’s all a goddamn metaphor.