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script-coldplay-forever:

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Gosh, the acting is just INCREDIBLE. 



script-coldplay-forever:

STOP BEING SO PERFECT IT’S KILLING ME. 





✦ Martin in glasses



freakosexual: cumberbatchitis: consulting-mcbender: atropabelladonna1120: Okay, this is going to be sappy, so you’ve been warned. I look at this photograph and I’m reminded that there’s one other thing that makes Benedict stand out among other actors and celebrities of his generation. There is a fundamental innocence about him. I don’t mean that in a sexual sense, although for someone who probably has women (certainly female fans) falling at his feet, he strikes me as being remarkably unassuming about his attractiveness. (Even when he’s been photographed with a girlfriend, I’ve never seen him look smug or act like a lady’s man; he just always seems genuinely happy to have this person, whoever it is, at his side). Here is a man who has grown up around famous names; walked dozens, if not hundreds, of red carpets; been styled and photographed and interviewed countless times. He’s traveled the world, taught English at a Tibetan monastery, been abducted by thugs and lived to tell the tale. And yet for all that, he’s remarkably guileless and open and decent. Doesn’t he strike you as being such a decent man? Someone who sees good in most people in spite of having been stuffed into the trunk of a car and not knowing if he’d make it out of there alive. Someone who, in the commentary for ASiB, could have taken a joke about Lara Pulver’s nudity (a joke that Lara herself started) and run with it, but who chose instead to steer the conversation toward safer ground. Someone who sincerely wishes a friend well, even when that friend has taken on the same role in a rival production. I look at this picture and I see all of this. I see the focus, but I also see that remarkable guilelessness, that fundamental innocence and decency, that essential … unspoiledness, if there is such a word. Yes, that’s it. He’s unspoiled: by fear or trauma, by fame and celebrity. When he sings, “Come with me, and you’ll be/In a world of pure imagination,” you can really see that this could be close to what his inner life is like: that sense of wonder, of gratitude at being alive and being able to do the things he loves. And I hope that never changes. The accuracy of what you just wrote is incredible. He’s genuinely humble and completely unaware of what it is that makes us all love him so much. There’s so much to love and admire about him that it always amazes me when he’s surprised by our attention. This is why I love him. Every word. Okay, that was ridiculously sappy…but yeah. Pretty much. This.

freakosexual:

cumberbatchitis:

consulting-mcbender:

atropabelladonna1120:

Okay, this is going to be sappy, so you’ve been warned.

I look at this photograph and I’m reminded that there’s one other thing that makes Benedict stand out among other actors and celebrities of his generation.

There is a fundamental innocence about him.

I don’t mean that in a sexual sense, although for someone who probably has women (certainly female fans) falling at his feet, he strikes me as being remarkably unassuming about his attractiveness. (Even when he’s been photographed with a girlfriend, I’ve never seen him look smug or act like a lady’s man; he just always seems genuinely happy to have this person, whoever it is, at his side).

Here is a man who has grown up around famous names; walked dozens, if not hundreds, of red carpets; been styled and photographed and interviewed countless times. He’s traveled the world, taught English at a Tibetan monastery, been abducted by thugs and lived to tell the tale.

And yet for all that, he’s remarkably guileless and open and decent. Doesn’t he strike you as being such a decent man?

Someone who sees good in most people in spite of having been stuffed into the trunk of a car and not knowing if he’d make it out of there alive.

Someone who, in the commentary for ASiB, could have taken a joke about Lara Pulver’s nudity (a joke that Lara herself started) and run with it, but who chose instead to steer the conversation toward safer ground.

Someone who sincerely wishes a friend well, even when that friend has taken on the same role in a rival production.

I look at this picture and I see all of this. I see the focus, but I also see that remarkable guilelessness, that fundamental innocence and decency, that essential … unspoiledness, if there is such a word.

Yes, that’s it. He’s unspoiled: by fear or trauma, by fame and celebrity. When he sings, “Come with me, and you’ll be/In a world of pure imagination,” you can really see that this could be close to what his inner life is like: that sense of wonder, of gratitude at being alive and being able to do the things he loves.

And I hope that never changes.

The accuracy of what you just wrote is incredible. He’s genuinely humble and completely unaware of what it is that makes us all love him so much. There’s so much to love and admire about him that it always amazes me when he’s surprised by our attention. This is why I love him.

Every word.

Okay, that was ridiculously sappy…but yeah. Pretty much. This.



discocitronnade:

one time when i was a freshman the last bell for the end of seventh period rang and as i was walking out of world geography there was this guy that was SO HAPPY AND EXCITED i guess because it was friday and he ran directly towards the window and he just JUMPED OUT

he JUMPED OUT OF THE WINDOW AND WE WERE ON THE THIRD FLOOR

everybody looked out the window to see if he was ok and when we looked down he was already walking off like absolutely nothing had happened





erickimberlinbowley: The Loneliest Whale in the World. In 2004, The New York Times wrote an article about the loneliest whale in the world. Scientists have been tracking her since 1992 and they discovered the problem: She isn’t like any other baleen whale. Unlike all other whales, she doesn’t have friends. She doesn’t have a family. She doesn’t belong to any tribe, pack or gang. She doesn’t have a lover. She never had one. Her songs come in groups of two to six calls, lasting for five to six seconds each. But her voice is unlike any other baleen whale. It is unique—while the rest of her kind communicate between 12 and 25hz, she sings at 52hz. You see, that’s precisely the problem. No other whales can hear her. Every one of her desperate calls to communicate remains unanswered. Each cry ignored. And, with every lonely song, she becomes sadder and more frustrated, her notes going deeper in despair as the years go by. Just imagine that massive mammal, floating alone and singing—too big to connect with any of the beings it passes, feeling paradoxically small in the vast stretches of empty, open ocean.

erickimberlinbowley:

The Loneliest Whale in the World.

In 2004, The New York Times wrote an article about the loneliest whale in the world. Scientists have been tracking her since 1992 and they discovered the problem:

She isn’t like any other baleen whale. Unlike all other whales, she doesn’t have friends. She doesn’t have a family. She doesn’t belong to any tribe, pack or gang. She doesn’t have a lover. She never had one. Her songs come in groups of two to six calls, lasting for five to six seconds each. But her voice is unlike any other baleen whale. It is unique—while the rest of her kind communicate between 12 and 25hz, she sings at 52hz. You see, that’s precisely the problem. No other whales can hear her. Every one of her desperate calls to communicate remains unanswered. Each cry ignored. And, with every lonely song, she becomes sadder and more frustrated, her notes going deeper in despair as the years go by.

Just imagine that massive mammal, floating alone and singing—too big to connect with any of the beings it passes, feeling paradoxically small in the vast stretches of empty, open ocean.



doortotomorrow: sialagogue: The day the earth died in a ball of flame? I can imagine Nine being all “DAMN IT ELEVEN, WHY DID THEY GIVE YOU THE TORCH?!”

doortotomorrow:

sialagogue:

The day the earth died in a ball of flame?

I can imagine Nine being all

“DAMN IT ELEVEN, WHY DID THEY GIVE YOU THE TORCH?!”