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hiddlebenj:

Loki Tom Hiddleston Giclee Art Print of Original Watercolour Painting
- By  Kimberly Godfrey via Etsy

hiddlebenj:

Loki Tom Hiddleston Giclee Art Print of Original Watercolour Painting

- By  Kimberly Godfrey via Etsy

♫ I don’t wanna hear it. Give into the fire. Talk to me woman. Quench my desire. Not like a lady. Talk to me baby. Give into me ♫

tallulah99:

londoncallingsigh:

Christopher Tietjens caring for his repressed sexuality horses, Part 2/3. (Parade’s End, 2012)  (Part 1, Part 3)

*loud sobbing*

givemetheunicornandnoonegetshurt:

you-dance-to-anything:

anyonelisteningwhoeveryouare:

appuntispettinati:

Benedict Cumberbatch, anche se sembra Dennis Quaid. Con tutto l’Internet che leggo, devo scoprirlo sui giornaletti che è roscio? [ph. Vanity Fair]

Can someone translate it? :)

Cut and Paste
Benedict
A Ladies Man
He’ll be playing Hamlet in theater: and that is already enough to develop a dignified crush.
Another reason is also his exotic name: Benedict Cumberbatch. But the rise to cult obsession of this British gentleman with high cheek bones, too small eyes and a head of ginger hair which he dyes in attempt to seem less alien, has more to do with us than him. More precisely: with our need (i.e.: mine) to develop celebrity crushes with the devotion of the twelve year old who wanted to marry Simon Le Bon, and the demeanor of a mother. Benedict Cumberbatch rose to fame with Sherlock, immediately meeting multiple criteria of acceptability: a tv series (only children go to the cinema); english (watching it in the original language magnifies the accent); intellectual (they speak a lot, shoot less). Cumberbatch has therefore chosen his next roles with great caution: he played Stephen Hawking and he will be playing Alan Turning, to make me feel intelligent; he was the dragon in The Hobbit and has also lent his voice in the movie The Penguins of Madagascar, allowing me to act a fool. But above all: next year he’ll be playing Hamlet at the Barbican in London. That is: Shakespeare. At the theater. Without any subtitles. After all, even when I was young, to make out in peace I had to go on an educational trip.

Somethimes it’s really hard not to be ashamed of my nationality *exasperated face palm*. Well, considering the majority of our “celebrities” reached this status certainly not thanks to their talent and skills, it’s only logical we get suspicious and cannot believe news of these far, so far away and foreign creatures that apparently (or so they say) deserved becoming famous.

givemetheunicornandnoonegetshurt:

you-dance-to-anything:

anyonelisteningwhoeveryouare:

appuntispettinati:

Benedict Cumberbatch, anche se sembra Dennis Quaid. Con tutto l’Internet che leggo, devo scoprirlo sui giornaletti che è roscio? [ph. Vanity Fair]

Can someone translate it? :)

Cut and Paste

Benedict

A Ladies Man

He’ll be playing Hamlet in theater: and that is already enough to develop a dignified crush.

Another reason is also his exotic name: Benedict Cumberbatch. But the rise to cult obsession of this British gentleman with high cheek bones, too small eyes and a head of ginger hair which he dyes in attempt to seem less alien, has more to do with us than him. More precisely: with our need (i.e.: mine) to develop celebrity crushes with the devotion of the twelve year old who wanted to marry Simon Le Bon, and the demeanor of a mother. Benedict Cumberbatch rose to fame with Sherlock, immediately meeting multiple criteria of acceptability: a tv series (only children go to the cinema); english (watching it in the original language magnifies the accent); intellectual (they speak a lot, shoot less). Cumberbatch has therefore chosen his next roles with great caution: he played Stephen Hawking and he will be playing Alan Turning, to make me feel intelligent; he was the dragon in The Hobbit and has also lent his voice in the movie The Penguins of Madagascar, allowing me to act a fool. But above all: next year he’ll be playing Hamlet at the Barbican in London. That is: Shakespeare. At the theater. Without any subtitles. After all, even when I was young, to make out in peace I had to go on an educational trip.

Somethimes it’s really hard not to be ashamed of my nationality *exasperated face palm*. Well, considering the majority of our “celebrities” reached this status certainly not thanks to their talent and skills, it’s only logical we get suspicious and cannot believe news of these far, so far away and foreign creatures that apparently (or so they say) deserved becoming famous.

fyantagonist:

Benedict Cumberbatch helps Madame Tussauds artists out with the early sculpting for his new wax figure[HQ]

skulls-and-tea:

hard-on-for-hiddleston:

Though thy tackle’s torn, thou show’st a noble vessel. What is thy name?

recidivae
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recidivae
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recidivae
ladydressage:

Such an amazing color!!!

ladydressage:

Such an amazing color!!!

geekgirl1:

and of course I know exactly what this is from

bloggingthebatch:

BBC Ben.

bloggingthebatch:

BBC Ben.

perlockholmes:

Iconic

huffposttaste:

chocolateguru:

Oatmeal Chocolate Chip + Graham Cracker Cookie S’mores

This is what heaven looks like.

Steven Moffat, thanking Sue Vertue and Mark Gatiss — 66th Emmy Awards