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River’s final meeting with The Doctor and her goodbye to her Doctor

He looks right through me and it shouldn’t kill me, but it does…. My Doctor, now my Doctor…

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How about that Benedict Cumberbatch, eh? Right? You only need to say his name in England and people lose their minds.

(From the Star Trek Into Darkness Movie Special.)

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Star Trek: Into dorkness Darkness press junkets

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amygloriouspond:

Adorkable Benedict.

I really don’t know which part is my favourite… He does it on purpose right? You can just see it in his face ‘I’m going to kill them with my cuteness’ :D

@whoisluksi *dead*

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phoenixfire-thewizardgoddess:

paradiselostbythedashboardlight:

inspired by this

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Tony Stark is missing in that scale

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“We saw, again, a lot of great people, but what Andrew brought to it immediately was a kind of playful super-intensity. And for all the sort of camp fun of some of these lines which are demanded by Holmes Moriarty confrontation there are moments in it which are so scary; when his face becomes a sort of lizard like set mask and this real evil just comes through. I think it’s really remarkable.”

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An anomaly which often struck me in the character of my friend Sherlock Holmes was that, although in his methods of thought he was the neatest and most methodical of mankind, and although also he affected a certain quiet primness of dress, he was none the less in his personal habits one of the most untidy men that ever drove a fellow-lodger to distraction. Not that I am in the least conventional in that respect myself. […] I have always held, too, that pistol practice should be distinctly an open-air pastime ; and when Holmes, in one of his queer humours, would sit in an armchair with his hair-trigger and a hundred Boxer cartridges and proceed to adorn the opposite wall with a patriotic V.R. done in bullet-pocks. I felt strongly that neither the atmosphere nor the appearance of our room was improved by it.

The Musgrave Ritual, Sir Arthur Conan Doyle (1893)

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Kevin punishing Eli

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To all my followers, I’d like to ask for an apology for not posting anything original and reblogging all those lovely image I crave all these recent months.

I just had this.. condition I cant explain :””’) Pls wish me all the luck and bless in the world to finish my theses at the end of the month.

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cumbertumbling:

nothing in the world makes me happier than this man

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dynamics-of-an-asteroid:

Thank-you.