January 9, 2013

theantidote:

Benedict Cumberbatch reads “All the World’s a Stage” from Shakespeare’s As You Like It  

All the world’s a stage,
And all the men and women merely players:
They have their exits and their entrances;
And one man in his time plays many parts,
At first the infant,
Mewling and puking in the nurse’s arms.
And then the whining school-boy, with his satchel
And shining morning face. And then the lover,
Sighing like furnace, with a woeful ballad.
Then a soldier,
Full of strange oaths and bearded like the pard,
Seeking the bubble reputation
Even in the cannon’s mouth. And then the justice,
In fair round belly with good capon lined,
Full of wise saws and modern instances;
The sixth age shifts
Into the lean and slipper’d pantaloon,
With spectacles on nose and pouch on side,
His youthful hose, well saved, a world so wide

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There are very few things that make me happier than interesting people reading literature out loud. And I love the melancholy choice he plays with here. 

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December 29, 2012

cumberbuddy:

lublintodublin:

ladyt220:

londonphile:

Benedict Cumberbatch reading The Snowman and The Snowdog ‘woof’

Just a little sample, please purchase the ebook ;) 

…did he just bark like a dog?

Benedict, this is your most ridiculous attempt yet to kill me. But it worked.

God this is lovely and brilliant. But all up until the little ‘woof’. Brilliant. 

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Giggles aside, honestly, he would be THE BEST EVER, EVER, FOREVER at bedtime stories. 

I was obsessed with “The Snowman” when I was little. I still have the toy. There’s a sequel? Read by Benedict Cumberbatch? SOMEBODY HELP ME!

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December 17, 2012

hohoholmescest:

imagine benedict cumberbatch walking into your house and flinging himself down on your couch and yelling ‘I AM HERE TO STAY’ and then he doesn’t get up again and when you come near him he hisses. that’s the backstory of the hobbit

It kind of is though.

Except his hissing melts your face. 

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July 28, 2012

You know he’s just screwing with us at this point. I expect him to throw himself off of high buildings. 

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July 5, 2012

birdfeather:

famouspolarbear:

wagnetic:

gunslingerannie:

consulting-trickster:

amygloriouspond:

maddis-are-cool:

oh my gosh

oh my gosh

oh my gosh

OH MY GOSH

oh my lord, this is so gorgeous

Help I’ve melted and I can’t reconstitute myself.

SLHJFHDSJHFSJDHSJDKFHSJKDFHSJDKFKDSDSK

SEND HELP. MY FEELS. I THINK I HAVE BROKEN MY FEELS. OH GOD YES.

at first I was like “stupid fandom just freaks out about everything” (which is true..) but then…

Usually I’m so reluctant with fanvids but this one… I just… I…

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May 9, 2012
neil-gaiman:

Well, I know that I’d watch it…
ezliconfuzzed:

Please, PLEASE someone make this movie. You can have all my monies.


I would never leave my home again. TAKE MY MONEY.
Also encouraged that this is somebody else’s headcanon as well as my own. Though I also favor a CumberMorpheus. (And a Thomas Hiddleston Lucifer, funnily enough.)

neil-gaiman:

Well, I know that I’d watch it…

ezliconfuzzed:

Please, PLEASE someone make this movie. You can have all my monies.

I would never leave my home again. TAKE MY MONEY.

Also encouraged that this is somebody else’s headcanon as well as my own. Though I also favor a CumberMorpheus. (And a Thomas Hiddleston Lucifer, funnily enough.)

February 26, 2012
Writing is like…

(Apologies for the language. *curtsies*)

There are times when writing is like trying to catch lightning bugs. It’s fun until it’s frustrating but it’s still a warm, beautiful night.

There are time when writing is like trying to catch a fish with your hands. There’s so much flowing through your fingers that all you can do is grasp and hope you got what you needed.

There are times when writing is like trying to dredge a pond. You find sludge and sludge and nothing and nothing and then suddenly you find treasure. Or a dead body. Whatever it is it’s fantastically interesting and it consumes you for days on end.

And there are times when writing is like trying to take a shit when you’re really, really constipated. It hurts and it’s not very dignified and your face is all scrunchy but you need to get this out NOW. NOW because it’s convenient and there’s a deadline and you should have thought to eat some prunes but you didn’t and now you need to shit before this meeting or you will have to shit during the whole meeting and you will lose your job because you’re focusing on your sphincter and not the task at hand.

And so you’ve forced this stuff out of your ass (because yes, you’re creatively constipated. That is what it is.) and you take a look at it

And is it good?

You just shat it out. Why would it be?

This is why deadlines can be a pain in the butt. Literally. Err…figuratively. This is why setting several little deadlines for yourself can be much more useful than one big whomping spectre of a deadline that always looms in the distance and then pops up when you least expected it. (Despite you knowing exactly when it is.) That way you get into the habit of creating rather than the panic of “need to get this done.”

(Feel free to substitute “creating art” for writing. Being a director, I tend to think of creating art as collaboration, so that has its own challenges and many, many joys, chief among them being that you can look to someone else to blame / inspire. They often overlap after all.)

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