Yeah, Fab Shot. But, IMHO, Makeup Artist Went Too Far On Sherlock's Eye Brows. BC Is Handsome Enough

Reblog if you'd run away with the Doctor this very instant.

"Blimey! 78,327 of you? I suppose you could all fit in the TARDIS. Well, she is bigger on the inside. I’ll tell you what, pack your things and your best running shoes because let’s be honest - you’re going to need them. I’ll be in your backyard in five minutes to pick you up in the TARDIS. See you then.”

Aww, sheet! Um, I mean, sweet sheet. <3

That's what [English] people WEAR!

Folks. WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON. -____-”

Sonnet 42

That thou hast her is not all my grief, And yet it may be said I loved her dearly; That she has thee is of my wailing chief, A loss in love that touches me more nearly. Loving offenders, thus I excuse ye: Thou dost love her because thou knowst I love her; And for my sake even so doth she abuse me, Suff’ring my friend for my sake to approve her. If I lose thee, my loss is my love’s gain, And losing her, my friend hath found that loss; Both find each other and I lose both twain, And both for my sake lay on me this cross. But here’s the joy; my friend and I are one. Sweet flatt’ry! Then she loves but me alone. 

TLD last night reminded me in a weird way of Shakespeare’s 42nd. One would imagine that the Bard and Mofftiss entertained unscrupulous joy when composing such timey/rhymy, fishy/twisty mind blowing verse.   Well done, y’all!

Have a swimmingly fun birthday, Mr. Holmes.

More birthday cheer for Ben. This time from San Diego where the joint is jumpin'. The meet started yesterday; horses are running at Del Mar. Comic Con started today. BC was nominated for a Grammy! And today/tomorrow is his Birthday. God is in his heaven. All's right with the world.  (But, erhm, we still have to wait several more months for S3.)   Happy Birthday, Benedict! 

Sonnet 42

That thou hast her is not all my grief, And yet it may be said I loved her dearly; That she has thee is of my wailing chief, A loss in love that touches me more nearly. Loving offenders, thus I excuse ye: Thou dost love her because thou knowst I love her; And for my sake even so doth she abuse me, Suff’ring my friend for my sake to approve her. If I lose thee, my loss is my love’s gain, And losing her, my friend hath found that loss; Both find each other and I lose both twain, And both for my sake lay on me this cross. But here’s the joy; my friend and I are one. Sweet flatt’ry! Then she loves but me alone. 

TLD last night reminded me in a weird way of Shakespeare’s 42nd. One would imagine that the Bard and Mofftiss entertained unscrupulous joy when composing such timey/rhymy, fishy/twisty mind blowing verse.   Well done, y’all!

So… Benedict Cumberbach asked me (yeah really) to tell all of my followers thank you for the gift, (which was a Porto wine bottle) and he also said ‘Tell them to download The Fifth Estate on iTunes’. The man knows how to promote stuff.

So you know what to do. Oh and if you are a follower I did tell him hello from all of you and you can reblog or like this post for a chance to win the above signed label :)

*still deaded*

Here’s some more!

SDCC SherlockeDCC Party 2015

San Diego Public Library - 7.1

Everyone was in sparkling form Friday night. Especially the House of Moffat! What a fab surprise. Many thanks to Baker Street Babes for another marvelous party. 

(via https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Sf4-SpYujpg)