I Know ... Y’all Know ... But Still ...

Me: I'm fine.

Me, internally: Mycroft Holmes is the most precious person and nobody appreciates him. Sure, he has this stupid power complex, but he goes through every shit to protect his brother. He abuses government means to the extremest to keep an eye on him, risking his job to do so although it is the only thing he has, the only thing that distracts his mind and gives him purpose. He worries and is mocked about his weight when he is fucking gorgeous. He makes Sherlock forget about Victor Trevor's death and Eurus to enable him a normal, stable life - making that decision on his own at a very young age, because apparently he thought it was the very best for him. He helps Sherlock through his drug addiction, lets him write lists to ensure his highs will never end six feet under. He checks on his brother's new flatmate to make sure he does not threaten his newly-gained and fragile stability, helps Sherlock to fake his death, gets him out of Russian imprisonment by doing legwork that he is obviously not at all used to, risking his job and even his life, this time, gets him a pardon so Sherlock won't go mad in prison, assures him his support when Sherlock is a cynical bitch, accuses Lady Smallwood of being a spy because his brother believes so, and insults Sherlock and John to get his brother to kill him because he knows Sherlock needs John, despite the fact that he has just freaked out and vomitted because a man has been shot with a gun. He manages to play his act cooly to make it easier for his brother and STILL after all he's done for Sherlock, his brother chooses to shoot him, proving that here is nobody who loves him the most, that even the only person he cares about would choose somebody else over him. And then Mummy holmes says Sherlock has always been the grown up, like, fuck you, you don't know a shit about your own family. It bloody /hurts/, just give this wonderful, caring man some love like I don't even care who it is he deserves it so fucking much

Sherlock: You’re going out tonight.

John: Yes, actually-

Sherlock: Your hair is combed, a subtle dab of gel, clearly used so that the wind won’t dishevel your hair. You’ve recently shaved, probably right before walking into the room, since there are clear signs of reddening around the lips, cheeks, and chin.

John: Sherlock-

Sherlock: You are nicely dressed, though thats saying something because you are always kept together, but this is different. You are wearing an expensive dress shirt, clearly just bought due to the fact you forgot to remove the tag. You’re also wearing a suit jacket, which you don’t wear often, you mostly wear jackets or coats. Your trousers are ironed, which means you went to a lot of trouble to look nice.

John: Yes, but-

Sherlock: *sniffing* You are wearing cologne, the one you only wear on a special occasion. Its a date, then.

John: Yes, okay, fine. But-

Sherlock: Vague smell of mouth wash. Don’t want to have bad breath. Extra precautions. Wow, she must be special.

John: *completely exasperated* I made reservations.

Sherlock: Obviously.

John: For us.

Sherlock:

Sherlock:

Sherlock:

Sherlock:

Sherlock:

Sherlock:

Sherlock: You mean?

John: Yes.

Sherlock: Oh.

I feel like Magneto should be allowed to kill humans if he wants to. I trust him.

When my otp has a near kiss experience I have a near death experience

ok, but… ahm… ben… i’m in shock

what… 

the fuck what

The Thing With Benedict Cumberbatch

…..is that if you put someone in front of his movies or his TV shows, and making them watch everything back to back to back to back, and you don’t tell them that Benedict Cumberbatch is any of the roles, I can pretty much guarantee that they won’t realize it’s the same actor, And if you show them footage of BC just being….BC, they might not believe you. 

He DISAPPEARS completely into his characters and it is so unsettling sometimes. He’s a chameleon and it’s just astonishing to be his fan sometimes, especially when you’re a filmholic like me and try to think about the craft rather than just the movie. 

No two characters are alike, no two characters have the same manner, no two characters even have the same voice or pronunciation, no two characters even look alike, which is really weird when you think about it! Yes there are hundreds of other actors who do the body transformation thing (Tom Hardy, Christian Bale and Gary Oldman come to mind) but somehow with BC, the change is so profound that you can’t even track it unless you’re really paying attention. 

He inhabits every single molecule of whatever character he’s playing, and he will leave you convinced that he is whatever character he’s playing. Actually, he convinces you that he’s not even playing a character, that he is that person. 

Scroll down and think about the fact that ALL the following are played by the SAME actor– like REALLY think about that. 

And then, the loveliness that is Benedict Cumberbatch himself <3

PS: Making this post, I can’t tell you how many characters I couldn’t remember simply because I didn’t remember that he played them? If that makes sense– like Chrissie!

This list is by no means comprehensive but just a smattering of characters that he’s played. Im currently watching him as Khan (because why not) and can’t believe that it’s Benedict Cumberbatch. 

What?

homophobes are not allowed to use computers because the inventor of the computer was gay