Sunday worship at The Most Holy Temple of the Cumberbatch
First of all, there's a new community: ariadne_yusuf! Now all I need is a Yusuf-centric community and I'll be in the money.
Second of all, some of this The Social Network fic is bang on the money. I mean hot damn. Two very enthusiastic thumbs up, fine holiday fun.
Third, Happy Belated Guy Fawkes. If you are reading this I assume you failed in blowing up Parliament (and or yourself with fireworks) and are not currently in jail. Well played! \o/
And lastly, it is Sunday and all must come to sacrifice virgins and goats at the Altar of The Cumberbatch. I'm totally talking out my backside -- in our church we serve lager, vodka and Hula Hoops as offerings and withhold audiobooks if you have sinned against His Holiness.
Mostly I put this picspam together for maurheti and it seemed a shame to just delete it when I thought somebody else out there might like it, too.
Okay, this photo has to go first, because I have to get this horror out of the way. These thing on his feet. I don't even -- I almost stroked out. Silver. Silver snakeskin like he's a gambler in Blackpool with cataracts. These shoes are proof that even god fucks it up sometimes. I just. Just say no.
Hot man. Rubik's Cube. In a field. No, no bad here.
I mean what. Just. The eyes and the face. And also? The hair. I mean, what? This is the sort of man that turns a woman into a hair-puller.
I would call this the walk of shame, but he doesn't seem to have much shame going on. I do like that in a man.
STUBBLE. STUBBLE. STUBBLE. STUBBLE. And also. STUBBLE.
I haven't the foggiest what's happening, but he has ginger hair so that's all I care about. I am absolutely mad about redheads.
Jamie Bamber and Benedict and Ray Winstone's daughter. And Stubble. Can't forget the stubble. People who watch L&O:UK: what's the liklihood of a threesome between Jamie's character, Freema's character and Ben Daniels? Did somebody write that already?
Okay. See. This. I waffle on this. On one hand we are not sitting under the coconut tree in Havana. The colors suit each other, but it's a stretch. On the other hand... it could be much much worse. The jacket's incredibly well tailored. But the hat. It's crooked. If you're doing it, do it properly!
No, there is nothing wrong with this. This is all good. Although, photographer's stylists, can we get suits in something else besides black? Gray, brown, some pinstripes? How about a nice glenplaid? Do an old school homage?
Yes. This is a larger photo of the one above. But well, who complains about larger? Also, it really brings out the point that he is not classically handsome. His face is rather strangely arranged, but the man is sexy as hell.
Look at Martin's stupid little face! I love his face! (And his hair, god I love his hair) .
And in conclusion...
And also, a few words from His Most Brilliantness (Yes, I know that's not a word. Stop being pedantic.)
Credits: Tom macro made by somebody not me. Provided by Fuck Yeah Tom Hardy. Harper's Bazaar photo provided by crediniaeth. Video provided by sparky77
Second of all, some of this The Social Network fic is bang on the money. I mean hot damn. Two very enthusiastic thumbs up, fine holiday fun.
Third, Happy Belated Guy Fawkes. If you are reading this I assume you failed in blowing up Parliament (and or yourself with fireworks) and are not currently in jail. Well played! \o/
And lastly, it is Sunday and all must come to sacrifice virgins and goats at the Altar of The Cumberbatch. I'm totally talking out my backside -- in our church we serve lager, vodka and Hula Hoops as offerings and withhold audiobooks if you have sinned against His Holiness.
Mostly I put this picspam together for maurheti and it seemed a shame to just delete it when I thought somebody else out there might like it, too.
Okay, this photo has to go first, because I have to get this horror out of the way. These thing on his feet. I don't even -- I almost stroked out. Silver. Silver snakeskin like he's a gambler in Blackpool with cataracts. These shoes are proof that even god fucks it up sometimes. I just. Just say no.
Hot man. Rubik's Cube. In a field. No, no bad here.
I mean what. Just. The eyes and the face. And also? The hair. I mean, what? This is the sort of man that turns a woman into a hair-puller.
I would call this the walk of shame, but he doesn't seem to have much shame going on. I do like that in a man.
STUBBLE. STUBBLE. STUBBLE. STUBBLE. And also. STUBBLE.
I haven't the foggiest what's happening, but he has ginger hair so that's all I care about. I am absolutely mad about redheads.
Jamie Bamber and Benedict and Ray Winstone's daughter. And Stubble. Can't forget the stubble. People who watch L&O:UK: what's the liklihood of a threesome between Jamie's character, Freema's character and Ben Daniels? Did somebody write that already?
Okay. See. This. I waffle on this. On one hand we are not sitting under the coconut tree in Havana. The colors suit each other, but it's a stretch. On the other hand... it could be much much worse. The jacket's incredibly well tailored. But the hat. It's crooked. If you're doing it, do it properly!
No, there is nothing wrong with this. This is all good. Although, photographer's stylists, can we get suits in something else besides black? Gray, brown, some pinstripes? How about a nice glenplaid? Do an old school homage?
Yes. This is a larger photo of the one above. But well, who complains about larger? Also, it really brings out the point that he is not classically handsome. His face is rather strangely arranged, but the man is sexy as hell.
Look at Martin's stupid little face! I love his face! (And his hair, god I love his hair) .
And in conclusion...
And also, a few words from His Most Brilliantness (Yes, I know that's not a word. Stop being pedantic.)
Click to viewCredits: Tom macro made by somebody not me. Provided by Fuck Yeah Tom Hardy. Harper's Bazaar photo provided by crediniaeth. Video provided by sparky77