No, you don't know you the way I do

Well if that's who you are
Just a meaningless star in the sky
Tell me what is the meaning
Of what I am feeling if you are the reason why
(The Way I Do - STARSHIP)

August 16, 2014 12:10 am
WORDS TO LIVE BY. #benedictcumberbatch 😘 @shezzaworld 

Stop smoking, Benny!!! ☺️😘

WORDS TO LIVE BY. #benedictcumberbatch 😘 @shezzaworld

Stop smoking, Benny!!! ☺️😘

August 2, 2014 2:36 pm
Finally got my Deathly Hallows bracelet! (With Hedwig and the Golden Snitch too!) Happy birthday to me, indeed! #harrypotter #deathlyhallows #hedwig #goldensnitch #potterhead

Finally got my Deathly Hallows bracelet! (With Hedwig and the Golden Snitch too!) Happy birthday to me, indeed! #harrypotter #deathlyhallows #hedwig #goldensnitch #potterhead

2:28 pm
Aaahhhh what do I name him??? Thanks @thejedo!!!!! #pinggi #penguin #penguinlady #penguincrazy 🐧🐧🐧🐧

Aaahhhh what do I name him??? Thanks @thejedo!!!!! #pinggi #penguin #penguinlady #penguincrazy 🐧🐧🐧🐧

July 26, 2014 8:46 am
cosmoglaut:

constancecream:

[x]

Where is the third part of that line, Mark?!
It’s just that, when a script is written, there are three things that set a scene: 1. INT./EXT. for interior or exterior 2. location 3. DAY/EVENING etc for time. I hope he is really writing the script, or this is really from the new script!

cosmoglaut:

constancecream:

[x]

Where is the third part of that line, Mark?!

It’s just that, when a script is written, there are three things that set a scene: 1. INT./EXT. for interior or exterior 2. location 3. DAY/EVENING etc for time. I hope he is really writing the script, or this is really from the new script!

(via sir-mycroft)

1:28 am
cosmoglaut:

constancecream:

[x]

Where is the third part of that line, Mark?!
It’s just that, when a script is written, there are three things that set a scene: 1. INT./EXT. for interior or exterior 2. location 3. DAY/EVENING etc for time. I hope he is really writing the script, or this is really from the new script!

cosmoglaut:

constancecream:

[x]

Where is the third part of that line, Mark?!

It’s just that, when a script is written, there are three things that set a scene: 1. INT./EXT. for interior or exterior 2. location 3. DAY/EVENING etc for time. I hope he is really writing the script, or this is really from the new script!

(via sir-mycroft)

July 25, 2014 2:24 pm

classyemmarie:

no-more-yielding-but-a-dream:

classyemmarie:

MY BEST FRIEND WAS AT RICHARD III TONIGHT AND SHE SNEEZED DURING MARTIN FREEMANS MONOLOGUE AND MARTIN FREEMAN SAID BLESS YOU

SHE HAS BEEN BLESSED BY MARTIN FREEMAN

he broke character?!

YES AND THE WHOLE THEATER LAUGHED AND THEN HE JUST KEPT GOING!

(via estychan)

8:19 am 8:18 am
danger-mouz:

calirosegold:

patronustrip:

tootsienoodles:

freackthehopeful:

skylarghost:

weasleyrocksyoursocks:

seong:

I AM FUCKING SCREAMING BECAUSE THIS IS SERIOUSLY THE BEST THING EVER
SWEET JESUS

You have your mother’s cheek bones

godDAMMIT NOW WE’RE SHIPPING CUTLERY
TUMBLR YOU NEED TO S T O P

I hope this post comes back to me when it has a short story attached. 

The Utensils were a happy family, just like any other. Fork was a loving, caring father, who worked at a bank, and Spoon was his beautiful wife, who owned a small business that allowed her to spend a lot of time with their son, Spork. Every day, when Fork came home from work, he gently clinked against the rim of Spoon’s face and asked how her day had been. She would go on and on about how her Aunt Bowl was letting anyone fill her up these days, and telling him he would never guess who they got a phone call from today (it was his brother, Knife), and he would just lean back against the china cabinet, staring at his wife’s beautiful reflective surface, and know everything was right in the world. 
One day, however, everything was suddenly not right in the world at all.
Fork woke up in the silverware drawer and instantly knew something was wrong. He looked over to where Spoon normally slept, confused when he saw nothing but empty space. Or, at least, he thought it was empty. It took him a minute to see the small note left there. Oh no. God, no, he thought.
He picked up the note with shaking prongs, and read amid tears:
“Fork,
     I’m sorry to leave you like this, but I just couldn’t face seeing you. It’s too painful. I’m not strong enough to tell you this to your face, and I know that makes me a coward. I know that makes me a horrible utensil. But I can’t do this anymore.
     Do you remember Cow’s party the other night? The night she was so drunk she swore she jumped over the moon? Well, I met someone that night. His name is Dish. And we’re running away together.
     Please, don’t try and find us. Dish makes me happy. He doesn’t spend all day staring at me, looking at himself in my reflection. 
Goodbye, Fork.
-Spoon”
Fork collapsed to the ground, wishing he could tell Spoon that the reason he loved staring at her reflective surface so much, was because of the way her surface magnified everything around her, making it seem so much greater and more beautiful than people could see themselves as normally. Her personality did the same thing. It’s what he loved most about her. And what he would miss most of all.

I CAN’T EVEN WITH THIS FUCKING SITE.


bra..fucking..vo

sweet jesus i’m crying over cutlery

danger-mouz:

calirosegold:

patronustrip:

tootsienoodles:

freackthehopeful:

skylarghost:

weasleyrocksyoursocks:

seong:

I AM FUCKING SCREAMING BECAUSE THIS IS SERIOUSLY THE BEST THING EVER

SWEET JESUS

You have your mother’s cheek bones

godDAMMIT NOW WE’RE SHIPPING CUTLERY

TUMBLR YOU NEED TO S T O P

I hope this post comes back to me when it has a short story attached. 

The Utensils were a happy family, just like any other. Fork was a loving, caring father, who worked at a bank, and Spoon was his beautiful wife, who owned a small business that allowed her to spend a lot of time with their son, Spork. Every day, when Fork came home from work, he gently clinked against the rim of Spoon’s face and asked how her day had been. She would go on and on about how her Aunt Bowl was letting anyone fill her up these days, and telling him he would never guess who they got a phone call from today (it was his brother, Knife), and he would just lean back against the china cabinet, staring at his wife’s beautiful reflective surface, and know everything was right in the world. 

One day, however, everything was suddenly not right in the world at all.

Fork woke up in the silverware drawer and instantly knew something was wrong. He looked over to where Spoon normally slept, confused when he saw nothing but empty space. Or, at least, he thought it was empty. It took him a minute to see the small note left there. Oh no. God, no, he thought.

He picked up the note with shaking prongs, and read amid tears:

“Fork,

     I’m sorry to leave you like this, but I just couldn’t face seeing you. It’s too painful. I’m not strong enough to tell you this to your face, and I know that makes me a coward. I know that makes me a horrible utensil. But I can’t do this anymore.

     Do you remember Cow’s party the other night? The night she was so drunk she swore she jumped over the moon? Well, I met someone that night. His name is Dish. And we’re running away together.

     Please, don’t try and find us. Dish makes me happy. He doesn’t spend all day staring at me, looking at himself in my reflection. 

Goodbye, Fork.

-Spoon”


Fork collapsed to the ground, wishing he could tell Spoon that the reason he loved staring at her reflective surface so much, was because of the way her surface magnified everything around her, making it seem so much greater and more beautiful than people could see themselves as normally. Her personality did the same thing. It’s what he loved most about her. And what he would miss most of all.

I CAN’T EVEN WITH THIS FUCKING SITE.

image

bra..fucking..vo

sweet jesus i’m crying over cutlery

(Source: soy-un-vampido, via universallystupid)

8:16 am

Benedict giving his best Gollum imitation. (x)

(Source: ohgodbenny, via bennyslegs)

8:03 am

fyantagonist:

Benedict Cumberbatch attends “The Penguins of Madagascar” press line on Day 1 of Comic-Con International on Thursday, July 24, 2014, in San Diego[HQ]

(via bennyslegs)