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In which Benedict Cumberbatch acts like a tumblr girl.

If he’d said, ‘I CAN’T’, I would’ve quit.

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Benedict on Sherlock Fanfiction (X)

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Benedict Cumberbatch reading The Little Red Hen (x).

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oh my fucking god I can’t stop laughing help me
help me I’ve fallen and I can’t get up 

I Almost sprayed tea all over my laptop screen. 

Look at this sexyass piece of man. I don’t understand why people are laughing. JUST LOOK AT THE PERFECTION.

I CAN’T STOP LAUGHING AT THE DERPYNESS!!

His derp rules my world

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The V’s of mother-fucking- DESTINY.

Hips. Jesus H. His V’s.

Just.

What the fuck Benedict. My mind wonders at what they must look like now you’re working out 2 hours a day. Oh lawdy. Sweet Mary, Joe and their son.

…..can anyone smell something burning?…… Oh. Don’t worry….. it’s just my Catholic knickers on fire…..

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oh, to be a member of the gym where he works out… dreams…

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“I of course could not do this without Benedict Cumberbatch who is a FANTASTIC Sherlock. He’s brilliant”

Martin Freeman BAFTA’s 2011 acceptance speech for Best Supporting Actor

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• Benedict Cumberbatch ; from War Horse photoshoot

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idk why but i’m picturing him on the train going to hogwarts

WHAT IF HE IS A PROFESSOR AT HOGWARTS

Finally, a decent Defence Against the Dark Arts teacher.

oh god yes

John is the new flying instructor and Quidditch referee, who retired from his professional Quidditch career after some kind of accident

Lestrade is the Transfiguration teacher

Molly is a nurse

Jim teaches Potions 

Anderson and Donovan are the annoying as fuck prefects

Mycroft holds a minor position in the Ministry of Magic

Boom. Someone fic this. 

It seemed to be some sort of tradition that Hogwarts had to have at least one professor no one could stand. Before, when Harry Potter was around, it was the infamous Professor Snape. After that, there had been an Arithmancy professor named Wiggins who was so unbearable that most students blocked him out of their memories completely. Now there was Holmes.

He wasn’t so bad - at least according to the girls who sighed and fawned over him. And some of the boys. Certainly enough, Holmes was good looking, but that seemed to be a running trend among the staff lately. Professor Lestrade, in Transfiguration, couldn’t go more than an afternoon without a student coming in for extra practice, usually with form. Professor Watson, who doubled as flying instructor and the dueling team’s coach, had more broomstick and wand jokes aimed at him than anyone cared to hear in a lifetime. But he had an easygoing personality that made him easy to joke around with. Even the teensy-bit unbalanced potions master, Professor Moriarty, had a sort of deranged charm to him, and Nurse Molly was sweet and remembered all her patients’ names.

There was no longer a curse on the Defense Against the Dark Arts post, but after the first week with Holmes, most students wished it would come back. He showed up five minutes late for the first lesson and then burst in with a swish of his trailing cloak, mouth going at a thousand miles a minute.

“Wands out, everyone, and you’d better behave responsibly if you’ve been trusted with them for three years. That means no poking, no unauthorized spells, and no being idiots, understand? Most professors like to say there’s no such thing as a stupid question - I disagree; there are a lot of stupid questions, especially if you don’t listen. Take every word I say as gospel and don’t fall asleep or I’ll throw the nearest projectile, and don’t think I’ll pity you if you can’t deflect it in time. There will be no skiving off, because I’ll know if you’re lying, and random pop quizzes through the term. We’ll start with Shield Charms, something even the most inadequate first-years can grasp, shall we?”

Even if he hadn’t talked to them like babies at the end, everyone hated him.

Holmes was never happy with anyone, never smiled, and never gave praise, even if a student did something truly brilliant and inspired with his lessons. The closest he would get at complimenting someone was to lean back in his chair, feet on the desk, and say, “You could have done worse, I suppose. At least you didn’t kill me.” He only ever looked interested when a student lipped off in class or Professor Lestrade showed up for a word.

That was another funny thing about Professor Holmes. He liked mysteries, but not in the way that most people liked mysteries. He solved them, even mundane ones like missing magical creatures that escaped into the forest, or students who cheated on their exams. Professor Lestrade seemed to have a lot of trouble with cheaters, and Holmes always found them, which only made the student body resent him even further.

His pursuits brought him to dueling club practice one day, where for the first time he met Professor Watson. The moment he entered the practice room a hush fell over the students, causing Watson to look up in alarm; they all knew that one of their number was going to get in big trouble.

“So, the best technique would be to - guys?” asked Watson, turning to see Holmes in the door. His eyebrows rose. “Oh, Professor Holmes, what a pleasant surprise. Are you here for a lesson?”

There were scattered giggles around the room as Holmes scowled. By then it was common knowledge that, though he was a genius in almost every other respect, Holmes was a terrible duelist. “Actually, I was going to correct your form,” he retorted.

Hushed “Ooooh”s spread across the room. Watson smirked slightly. “Really? And what’s wrong with it?”

“It’s - ah - crooked.”

“Crooked?”

More giggles. “Perhaps it could be more improved if you didn’t have a psychosomatic limp.”

“Pardon?”

“You heard me loud and clear. Your limp is psychosomatic. It’s all in your head.”

“And what does that have to do with anything?”

“Nothing, really. But I bet you ten Galleons I can fix it.”

“Oh, really?”

“Flipendo!”

Watson dodged immediately away and shot back a spell of his own. They weren’t even on the dueling tarmac, and students had to quickly back away against the walls as the fight very quickly got messy. Holmes either didn’t know the rules of dueling or disregarded them completely, amplifying his voice and shrieking or shooting off blinding sparks to disorient Watson before shooting a curse. Though even then Professor Watson managed to keep the fight even.

With an almost lazy flick of his wand the spells momentarily stopped flying, and Watson snapped, “This isn’t exactly a fair fight, Professor.”

The taller man grinned. “Oh, come on, Professor, even your Muggle sister could do better after indulging her alcoholism.”

Watson dropped his wand and charged at him. For a moment Holmes’ eyes widened with pure panic before immobilizing Watson with a leg-locker jinx. He knelt at his colleague’s side, handing back his wand. “I told you it was in your head,” he smirked before getting up again to point at Miranda Hodgins. “You. With me to the Headmaster’s office, now.”

He swept out, with Miranda timidly following and the remaining students in awe. Watson reversed the jinx and gaped after Holmes while absently stretching his leg. Holmes was right; he hadn’t limped at all during the fight.

Most students thought the professors would hate one another on principle after that incident, and were taken by surprise when the pair were practically inseparable from that moment on.

OMG!!! POTTERLOCK! POTLOCK!!!!! WHATEVER THIS IS THE BESTT!TT!T!!T!T!TT!Tduytasu7dbftauwickyrgFK D

OHGODOHGODOHGODOHGOD YES THIS IS THE BEST

T… That was pure brilliance :D

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Two Paddocks  Benedict Cumberbatch

Today, not just one of the world’s finest actors, but hands down the actor with not only the most difficult name, but simultaneously the most distinguished name … Mr Benedict Cumberbatch! (And here we hasten to add that Benedict is absolutely not to be confused with those somewhat lesser actors Burnybun Crumblybatch, Binder-twine Cummerbund or Bendydick Lumbercrutch.) No, it’s Benedict himself … we are delighted he’s here as our Special Guest DJ, not only because he is an avid music fan, but also because (and this is a first we believe for Dayglo DJs), he can actually dance!  Gather round, yokels and other denizens of the Deep South, and see how it’s done – all the way from the dives of Soho and the South Bank, here he is to show us the latest dance craze from the North (and here thanks to The Hobbit and Peter Jackson) … Mr Betterfit Clumsypants!

As for his acting … well you know him best for … well, just about everything … because he’s in just about everything! We’ve just been watching him in the wonderful Sherlock — big ups, bro — next thing you know he’s in JJ Abrams new Star Trek,  Spielburg’s War Horse, Tinker Tailor, having been great in Atonement, Creation, and  Amazing Grace,and so on.

We got to know him in South Africa on To the Ends of the Earth (BBC), just after he’d astonished us all as Stephen Hawking  in Hawking …but look, he doesn’t need any more spruiking from us here in the Dayglo, his career has more momentum than a runaway train. And he, like us, is here to do the boogie-woogie. Here he is, the best of fellows, a miraculous actor, and an excellent friend…applause to the max please for the great…Mr BENEFIT BLUNDERBUS!

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This list changes depending on the weather, my tummy, the company I’m keeping, the time of day… But it has been a pleasure to do the soul searching and memory lane trips. So here goes the ten from Ben, an over privileged white kid!

1. Sweet Thing - Van Morrison, From the Astral Weeks album

Though Liam Neeson I agree anyone of the tracks of this album deserve inclusion, they all swing have soul and the poetics of the Jazztastic vocal stylings of the man when he could and can and did. But the landscape of sound and lyrics of Sweet Thingand the bitter sweet story of a man unable to give up his love of a woman…

It’s perfection. As a teenager discovering it I yearned for the life experiences that could inspire such music and as a thirty-something I have to hold back the tears as old wounds are made raw again. But what a self indulgent and heavily perfumed way to grieve. Beautiful. For all who have loved and lost.

1. I Am the Resurrection and Fools Gold - Stone Roses

Yes I know, but they stand side by side on the album and are inseparably brilliant. I went to Manchester university partly on an insane surge of nostalgia from when I discovered these mischievous mancs and their Madchester ways! God bless the Happy Mondays and Joy Divison and all the other Tony Wilson ‘Factory’ recorded bands.

1. You Can’t Always Get What You Want - Rolling Stones

First heard this in my over privileged youth at Harrow. And as posh boarding schools go you can pretty much do or get anything you want out of an experience like that. However adolescence and being  without girls or the freedoms of living outside of your school meant  that this inspiring hymn to patience didn’t fall on deaf ears. It’s just a stunning daring funky soulful uplifting one off from choral beginning to end. Anyway I don’t need to tell you any of this just that it inspired my brief filtration with being a front man.

1. Young Americans - David Bowie

How to choose one! Sorrow is my karaoke failsafe but the groove of this one and the dystopian patchwork of fractured images in the lyrics the sax solo, the drums it’s just brilliant.

1. Clair de Lune — Claude Debussey

James Rhodes’ version on the Bullets and Lullabies album is best, but not available on YouTube. This is the one piano piece I would dearly like to learn in this lifetime.  But if it’s in the next I will be quite content to listen to my inspiring friend Mr James Rhodes playing it. PS—though nowadays a tea totaller he is pure rock and roll and you should have his playlist soon. He’s more than a little inspiring.

1. How to Disappear Completely - Radiohead

The only reason for honing onto this track as opposed to any other in a back catalogue whose range defies belief is a personal one. It signifies how the best of times and the worst of times really do sidle up to one another.  I first met your dear proprietor when filming a mini-series called To the Ends of The Earth for dear old Auntie (BBC) in South Africa which and I’d had the most amazing time on the job and a weekend learning to scuba dive with two other cast members — the best of times. Then the front right tyre blew on our car, we pulled in and were surrounded by men who came out of the bush and we were carjacked — the worst of times.  A long (2.5 hours of ordeal) story but the intrinsic part for the song choice is that it was playing just before the tyre blew when I had lit a spiff and was contemplating how ridiculously blissfully happy I was. The next time I heard it was bundled against the windscreen of the car on the front passengers’ knees with my back and head hitting the windscreen as we were driven off road. My bum hit the car stereo and for a few surreal minutes Tom Yorke was sound tracking me to my death. I turned round as we bounced over the sand track, the headlights showing the passing sugar cane and kept thinking of the shallow graves they dug for themselves in the movie Casino as the master of introspection and modern ennui Mr T Yorke sang ‘I’m not here… This isn’t happening’ … We all lived.

1. Prelude to Tristan and Isolde - Richard Wagner.

Yes,  it’s widely acknowledged as one of the peaks of the operatic repertory, notable for Wagner’s advanced use of chromaticism, tonality, orchestral colour and harmonic suspension… But it just makes the hairs on the back of my neck stand up. Reminds me of the best of Beethoven and Mozart and the best of what’s to come in Strauss and Rachmaninov. So a milestone as well as a gut wrencher. The recording of this one that I’m currently wearing out is the BBC orchestra’s.

1. Hyperballad - Bjork

But what about Mitchell, Joplin, Ella, Tina, Oh god I need another list. It’s all very white and male…. ! Damn.Beautiful song though. And a nod to a lot of dance music that hasn’t made it to this top ten.

1. Superstition - Stevie Wonder

For all those whose weddings I have danced at and have yet to dance at! What a great groove from a master at the height of his powers. Thanks to Martin Freeman for properly introducing me to the full brilliance of SW.

1. We Grew Up At Midnight - The Maccabees

A current album I’m giving a lot of play is The Maccabees Into the Wild. It’s hard to pick one but listening to We Grew Up At Midnight while typing and feeling pretty uplifted. And that’s what great music does beyond all other art forms isn’t it?  This has been a joy. Can I do it again tomorrow?

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If you have never seen Blenderdax on stage, do yourself a favour, save the shekels, and make the trip to the National or wherever he’s treading the boards. Always a privilege.
And anytime he’s on the telly – same thing.

But here in the Dayglo, fans and fanettes, give it up please, a roar of approval … for the great MR Betterfit CABBAGEPATCH!!

http://twopaddocks.com/team-tunes.shtml#BenedictCumberbatch

I’m off to sob in a corner because Benedict Cumberbatch is a far better, more interesting and hilarious person than I will ever be. He is just so lovely! And he is right the James Rhodes version of Claire de Lune is just breathtakingly beautiful. It never fails to make me cry. And also is that picture new? It looks like it might have been taken when he was Hobbiting about the place!

How can I exist with this life-ruiner in the world?

That’s 

That’s not fair

You can’t just talk about “Wagner’s advanced use of chromaticism, tonality, orchestral colour and harmonic suspension” and be aware of your white male privilege and expect to get away from my dreams unscathed

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I need this so much so I made one for myself!

How am I supposed to sleep now? Damn you and your face.

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Sometimes I forget that the sexist man alive also happens to be the biggest dork.

Perfect combo in my opinion.

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