and can i just say that i absolutely LOVE benedict's father

Oh, sleepovers. Nothing is better than spending a night with your bestfriends overdosing on junk food, laying around in your most comfortable and embarrassing pajamas and watching five movies in a row. Sleepovers can either be extremely relaxing or hard to recover from, but they are so funny and irreplaceable that I personally think there should be an international Sleepover Night. 

Movies, obviously, are a must-be according to the Sleepover Bible (made up by me right now), but sometimes it can be hard to choose what to watch. I guess one of the best ways to decide is having a marathon or establishing a theme: you can watch the whole Harry Potter/Pirates of the Caribbean/Star Wars saga, go for a tv series like Friends or Grey’s Anatomy or follow a fil rouge that links together a few films.

What I’m proposing you today is one of my favourite themes: teen movies from 1990 to 2000. Beside being extremely funny and unmissable if you are a movie amateur, they definitely left a mark in the filmmaking history, defining a generation not so far in time from ours. They can also teach you something about style or pop culture, so you have no excuses left not to watch them!


People worshipped them and cursed them, but everybody wanted to be them .

In Jawbreaker you have all the ingredients for a classic teen movie: a high school, a popular and mean clique of Queen Bees, a kind-hearted girl loved by everyone, a prom, hot guys - with the only exception that this is not a classic teen movie.

Jawbreaker is a dark comedy and (surprise!) it involves a kidnapping, a death and police investigations. Written and directed by David Stein, the movie revolves around the “Flawless Four” of Reagan High School, Los Angeles:  Courtney Shayne, Marcie Fox, Julie Freeman and Elizabeth Purr. They all rule the school with a terror regime, except for Liz. She is not as mean as her friends and makes no differences in relating with others - her beauty and honesty, then, make her the most loved and admired girl. 

Obviously, this generates jealousy in Courtney, Marcie and Julie, who decide to prank their friend on seventeenth birthday, by performing a fake kidnapping. They take her off guard early in the morning, binding her with ropes and pushing a jawbreaker candy into her mouth. The girls lock Elizabeth in the trunk of a car and drive towards the mall to celebrate their friend’s brithday with breakfast. However, once they open the trunk, the sight is definitely not what they expected it to be…

Jawbreaker is worth watching not only for the twisted, surprising plot and the iconic (and definitely realistic) language used by the girls, but also because it explores the dynamics of a group of girls with the voice of an outsider, Fern Mayo, who finds herself involved in the events against her will. This movie is gonna make you laugh, startle and maybe regret not living in 1999.

Cruel Intentions (1999)

In the game of seduction there’s only one rule: never fall in love.

Drugs, sex, a hot step-brother, games of seduction, classy and total black outfits, rich mansions. If you like this list, Cruel Intentions is the perfect movie for you. Beside having an incredibly attractive cast, a young Reese Witherspoon included, its plot twists the usual “mean clique” dynamics.

Set in a wealthy Manhattan, the film is about an oddly assorted couple: Sebastian Valmont and his step-sister Kathryn Merteuil. He’s well known for his countless sexual conquers and seductive manners, which perfectly match Kathryn’s inner wickedness and malice - but they always both manage to get away with it thanks to their fascinating looks and charming attitudes. 

The tight relationship between the two not only sees them accomplices in many misdeeds, but also gives rise to explicit sexual innuendos, as Sebastian’s not-so-secret fantasy is to sleep with Kathryn. Despite wishing the same, the girl likes to play it hard to get, so she decides to set up a bet: if Sebastian will be able to seduce Annette Hargrove, Kathryn will have sex with him - otherwise, she’ll get his vintage Jaguar. It’s not as easy as it seems: Annette is the daughter of their school’s headmaster and has recently written an article on saving her virginity for marriage.

As the time goes by and the relationship with Annette develops, Sebastian will find his controversial morals hardly tested. He’ll also have to manage the seduction of the young and naive Cecile, the new girlfriend of Kathryn’s ex, and he’ll be soon torn between his usual lifestyle and a wager maybe too hard to win, even for his unbeaten ego.

Cruel Intentions is weird, explicit, somehow shocking. It points out the differences between boys and girls as it comes to sex, providing a few interesting reflections under a chic, witty and dark atmosphere. Kathryn’s outfits are ICONIC and the movie will make you want more - and you’re lucky, because there are a prequel and a sequel.

Clueless (1995)

Dear diary, I’m more fabulous than five minutes ago.

I don’t even know how to start with this and if you’ve never seen Clueless before… oh my gosh, you can’t imagine what you’ve missed. This movie is p-e-r-f-e-c-t! 

Yes, we have a Queen Bee, Cher, with her sidekick Dionne. And yes, she’s vain and superficial. But she is funny, gorgeous, good natured, harmless and extremely relatable. You could easily make any quote from her character yours, really. She’s crazy wealthy and lives in a mansion in Beverly Hills, obviously being the most popular girl at school.

The movie explores Cher’s life and her attempts at making “good deeds”, showing how her attitude is more innocent than biased. She decides to give Tai Frasier, a “tragically unhip” girl, a makeover aimed at initiating her into the popular universe of their high school; she tries to act as cupid and match two professors (also to raise her grades); all of this, just for the sake of “giving back to the community”.

Cher’s hilarious adventures continue as she finds herself facing a new, attractive boy at school, her annoying stepbrother, the driving license exam and other teenage things we’ve all been through. I loved this movie because she’s fierce and self confident in a positive way, for once - and I won’t even mention the outfits of almost every character, which I’ve seen more than once reinterpreted in the latest collections of many fashion brands. And let me add that Alicia Silverstone’s facial expressions are the best thing in the world… In a few words: watch it. You won’t absolutely regret it.

The Craft (1996)

“You girls watch out for those weirdos” - “We are the weirdos, mister”

Everyone loves a bit of magic. Candles, chanting odd words, summoning the supernatural, meeting in the middle of the night - all things you probably don’t do but that still sound fascinating and attractive, especially if you are a young girl with a mysterious past in a new school where you know no one.

This is how it goes for Sarah Bailey once she arrives to the catholic academy of St. Benedict, Los Angeles. A group of outcasts, with difficult, gloomy lives and rumored to be practicing witchcraft, notices that Sarah is not as normal as she seems, thus luring her into joining their coven. The powers of the four girls reach a whole new level as they try to fix their messy lives and make up for any wrong that had been unfairly done to them.

However, nothing is easy when it comes to unearthly powers - the group will face difficult personal struggles and they will soon understand that everything comes with a price. 

This thriller will open your eyes on the hard life of social rejects in a surreal way, making you think twice before exposing someone not as lucky as you - you never know what may be their revenge. I loved The Craft because it explores a different side of the world depicted in the movies listed above - it gives voice to the unheard and shows things from a different point of view.

10 Things I Hate About You (1999)

But mostly, I hate the way I don’t hate you, not even close.

Sisters can be so different. Take Bianca and Kat Stratford, for example. One is popular, beautiful, admired and elegant, the other is a smart, casual, ironic bookworm. Cameron James (and adorable Joseph Gordon-Levitt) is head over heels for Bianca as soon as he sees her, but he’s warned by a friend that the girl’s father doesn’t allow her to date anyone. This doesn’t only upset Cameron, but Bianca as well - that’s why before the prom she quarrels with her dad until he agrees on letting her go at one condition: Kat has to find a boyfriend and go to the prom, too, causing Bianca to become furious since her sister will never want to be with someone.

Cameron finds out about the new rule and decides to find a boy who will date Kat, so then he’ll be able to go out with Bianca. The mission seems impossible, but of course we have Heath Ledger, in the role of Patrick Verona, who once again becomes the hero and (obviously with a heavy salary) agrees on trying.

Will the mission stay professional? Will Kat resist to Patrick’s charm or will she be trapped by the good-looking outcast as bitter as she is? Will Bianca go to prom with Cameron? You need to watch the movie to find out. This is one of my favourite ones, I’ve seen it at least three times and it’s just great - I always like watching the development of a romantic relationship, because each one is different from the other. And the singing scene on the bleachers? Iconic.

Romeo + Juliet (1996) - trailer

If love be rough with you, be rough with love.

Do I even have to say something?? I mean, Leo DiCaprio, Shakespeare’s most known masterpiece, love and death, Baz Luhrmann. This is enough, isn’t it?

Romeo + Juliet is the modernized and adapted version of the famous, tragic love story. It’s visionary, surreal, heartbreaking and it should be seen at least once a week because it’s just too much. It is set in a imaginary Verona Beach, where the adventures and deeds of two families in war intertwine with the forbidden love affair of a young boy and girl. The plot follows Shakespeare’s script, but you won’t find swords or horses. Guns and sportscars, gas stations and a swimming pool are just a few of the innovative twists Luhrmann has used in this dreamy and loud film.

What about you? What are your favourite 90ies/sleepover movies? Let us know by commenting this post, the Facebook page or sending an ask! x

anonymous asked:

gonna need to hear Accent Rant Part II: Featuring** Draco Malfoy (**STARRING)


so you know whenever you watch a film set in England any time between the 1880s and the 1930s there’s always that one posh cock who says something rude and classist and demoralising to The Hero™ while wearing a dinner jacket and everyone TITTERS into their champagne flutes and you know, as you stare murderously at his perfectly parted hair, that he’s going to get his Comeuppance SOMEHOW, even if you have to drag YOURSELF through the celluloid to PUNCH HIM ON HIS ARISTOCRATIC NOSE?

Draco Malfoy sounds like that guy. 

just for example: Benedict ‘bite it… you have to bite it’ Cumberbatch in Atonement, Rupert Everett in pretty much anything, Jude Law as Bosie in Wilde, Achievable Goals Please Jeff in Pride, the classically handsome but predictable shitty one in Kingsman: The Secret Service, Colin Firth in the 1995 Pride and Prejudice (some of these examples don’t fit the bill re: horrid rich dude in a movie, but all of them fit the bill re: horrid rich accent in a movie, so whatever, sorry about it, Colin), every single person in The Riot Club, Jason Isaacs in Peter Pan, JASON ISAACS IN HARRY POTTER, which I will bring up again IN A JIFFY, any Conservative politician in any film – not to mention a great swathe of Tory politicians in real life, but ESPECIALLY Boris Johnson. 

actually, Boris Johnson is probably the best example, mainly for entertaining Parallel Life reasons (PLUS someone actually wrote him as Draco’s uncle/Minister for Magic in a fic once, which I would have found absolutely hilarious if I hadn’t read it the week after Brexit) – him or David Cameron, though I do like to think that Draco Malfoy is more of an Alarmingly Blond, Deceptively Intelligent Career Politician Cultivates Reputation As Eccentric sort of person than a Fucks Dead Pig Mouths sort of person, but then Boris Johnson is at least partly responsible for Brexit, so which is worse, really?

A N Y W A Y, if Draco Malfoy wasn’t a wizard, he’d have gone to Eton, gone to Oxbridge, and then taken up his father’s seat in the House of Lords because you can fucking bet the Muggle Malfoys would be hereditary peers or whatever. he would have only shown up for the votes on, like, rich people taxes, and spent the rest of his time as a member of the Right Honourable the Lords Spiritual and Temporal of the United Kingdom of Great Britain and Northern Ireland fucking about and driving all the Lib Dems absolutely crackers.*

*can I just say right now that my political knowledge is extremely lacking, so if this paragraph reads like gobbledegook that’s because it probs is. 

in fact, all the shit I said about Justin Finch-Fletchley’s non-magic AU life? that would be Draco Malfoy’s non-magic AU life, except, unlike Justin, the magical version of Draco Malfoy’s life doesn’t have him ironically located at the bottom of the wizarding and wizard high school hierarchy. Draco Malfoy is the direct wizarding equivalent of Justin Finch-Fletchley’s non-magic AU life. like, canonically. the Malfoys are so rich they don’t work, they have a big, old mansion in Wiltshire, they’re OBSESSED with their own ancestry, and Lucius Malfoy throws money at the government and subsequently has the Minister’s ear despite a) not working at the Ministry, b) having little-to-no background in politics at all, and c) being a pretty much proven baddy. 

and, I mean, if Draco Malfoy isn’t the sort of person who would join a prestigious university drinking club whose Join Our Prestigious University Drinking Club hazing involves burning a £50 note in front of a homeless person, then who would? The Bullingdon Club is basically Young Death Eaters Assoc. (for the record, Draco is the one who’d write the tell-all memoir years later when all his old club chums are in positions of power in the government, Theodore Nott would be the one who rattled a dead pig and then became Prime Minister. I would also like to issue an apology for ever implying that Justin Finch-Fletchley would stoop so low as to shag deceased livestock. he seems like a nice enough chap.) 

anyway. Draco Malfoy is these levels of posh, is what I’m saying. Eton-Oxbridge-Westminster posh. Monty Python’s Upper Class Twit of the Year posh. ALSO, all of this + unnaturally blond hair Draco Malfoy is Magic Boris Johnson. (or maybe Lucius Malfoy is Magic Boris Johnson, in which case Voldemort is Nigel Farage and the war is Brexit. I’m living an AU where Harry decided to stay dead and Voldemort won. ha ha.) 

so yes, posh voice like Boris Johnson.

which begs the question: in a film series in which a good 90% of the characters speak Received Pronunciation English with a Definitive Upper Class Lilt regardless of how they should sound according to the book or, like, the laws of school catchment areas, WHY does DRACO MALFOY not sound POSH ENOUGH? HOW DID THEY MANAGE TO DROP THE BALL ON THIS??? why does Hermione Granger, muggleborn daughter of – I assume – middle class dentists, sound like the fourth Crawley sister, while Draco ‘my father bought seven state-of-the-art, outrageously expensive broomsticks just so I, a 12-year-old, would be accepted onto my school house team’ Malfoy sounds like he’s hanging out in the food court of the Croydon Ikea?

don’t get me wrong, I love Tom Felton. Young Me was utterly enamoured by the slicked back hair and the smirking, and he will always have a place in my heart for being so delighted by Drarry and taking the Lauren Lopez thing so fantastically and for reblogging that gay wizard app tweet. BUT DRACO MALFOY ISN’T POSH ENOUGH. NONE OF THE YOUNG SLYTHERIN DEATH EATER SPAWN, I.E. FUTURE BULLINGDON CLUB WANKERS, ARE POSH ENOUGH. IT IS INCENSING. (I have theories about why, and by ‘theories’ I mean one single theory which is absolutely correct, to do with accent and class and stereotyping and blah blah not Harry Potter-related things blah.) 

at least they managed it for Lucius. Jason Isaac’s intense, hissy poshness gives me LIFE. every time he says anything CUTTING (or what is considered cutting by these PG films) I’m low key like ‘…yesss.’ there’s no way that a snakes-head-cane-concealing-weapon-wielding, ponytailed, hanging-out-at-Downing-Street-whispering-things-to-the-PM-even-though-I’m-independently-wealthy-and-have-no-business-here MOTHERFUCKER would let his ONLY SON AND HEIR sound like anything less than someone who’d been frogmarched to young adulthood by twelve governesses with a silver spoon lodged firmly in every orifice and given elocution lessons from BIRTH. I mean

the only person – THE ONLY PERSON – in the Slytherin Squad who doesn’t let me down is THE OG PANSY PARKO in Prisoner of Azkaban. she has one line and she absolutely nails it. the upper-class drawl. the tone of utter boredom. the way she makes ‘Draco’ seem like a perfectly natural name the way few of the other characters manage. I can hear it, in my head, clear as a bell, like she’s right here in my room with me. “Does it hurt terribly, Draco?” incredible. living art. give Genevieve Gaunt and her strangely on-point name fucking Oscar. she is the posh we need to see in Slytherin house! the posh to which all others should aspire!! why wasn’t Genevieve Gaunt and her all-girls-independent-boarding-school-sexy-ambiguously-gay-bully drawl cast as Draco Malfoy?!?!?!

it’s only now that I’ve gotten to the end of this long, Boris Johnson-centric tirade on Draco Malfoy’s poshness that I’ve realised his TRUE Muggle equivalent is Prince Phillip, Duke of Edinburgh: incredibly posh, tactful as a brick, quite racist, which you can blame on upbringing, someone somewhere will eventually start a religious sect believing he’s a divine being. I mean… it’s obvious. Prince Draco. Draco Malfoybatten. it’s all making SENSE!

for the record: Sirius Black also has this accent. carry on.

You're My Family (Day 2: Family)

Finally finished

Someone, oh please someone, put Soul out of his misery.

The albino was in the process of tightening his tie, when he let out a low growl. Even thinking about having dinner with his fellow Evans pissed him the hell off. Soul had begged them to postpone this year.

They insisted, however, that every once in a while, the youngest Evans should be in the company of his snooty parents, and empathetic, yet praised to an extent, older brother.

Though he hates to admit it, it really made Soul nervous to dine with his family. The pure disappointment that radiated off of his parents when he was a younger boy haunted him in ways he was uncomfortable to admitting.

Oh! Let’s not forget the immense lack of respect and understanding for what he does as a Death Scythe today! He could always feel it coming off of his parents in waves!

Thank god for his emotional support.

Or, in other words, his girlfriend. If we’re getting more specific, his Maka. Those two had been dating for a good year and a half, and Soul could not think of anything else that could make him so god damn happy.

Maka had never met his begetters*, and Soul was a bit happy over this fact, mostly because he wants to save her from the poison that is his family. Every year, he pleaded that she skipped out on the Evans annual dinner, and every year she complied. Except this one. Maka insisted on being there for him.

It was true she didn’t fully understand the situation, since he made it a point not to tell her too much, yet she knew from his wavelength that he needed her right now, so she would be there.

Soul went for his usual, that being his pinstriped suit and red dress shirt. The restaurant was, thankfully, a short distance away from the apartment, so he wasn’t really worried about being late.

He sat on the edge of the couch, his leg bouncing up and down. Maka was taking her sweet ass time, and he was tempted to yell at her to hurry up. Not because they were late, but because he was stressed, and she always brought upon a calming presence. If he did that though, he would be begging for a Maka-Chop.

“Alright Soul, I’m ready,” His little meister called out from her room, her voice swimming throughout the apartment. He shivered slightly from anticipation.

Soul could have never anticipated this.

Though her height was still in no comparison to his, the black heels adorning her feet accented her creamy legs wonderfully. The ebony dress hugged his girlfriend in all the right places, and flowed down to just above her knees. He watched in awe, as she pivoted slightly, to give him a quick glance of the low dip in the back, making every line, every muscle, visible for his entertainment. Soul prayed that he didn’t just feel a nosebleed come on.

How uncool

She played with her side braid nervously, and glanced to the side. In a wary voice, she asked, “Is it… is it too much for dinner?”

He reached for her hand, and smirked, saying, “Nope. It’s absolutely perfect.”

Maka smiled.

The music in the background was nice, and it made the awkward silence in the restaurant a little less awkward. Soul’s mother did one of those polite glares at Maka (how she does it, no idea). His father just stared blankly at him, and big bro Wes was looking at Maka like she was dessert.

Oh hell no.

Sending figurative daggers at his brother, who just winked back and smoothed down his blond hair, the Scythe instinctively reached for his meister’s hand under the table. She interlocked fingers with him, and he let out a sigh.

“So Soul,” Came the smooth voice of his mother, “This is your, oh what did you call it… ah, Master?” Soul looked at Maka, who slightly pinked.

Correcting his mother, he answered, “Actually, she’s my meister. Master would suggest she controlled me, which she doesn’t. She’s also my girlfriend, if would like to know.”

His mother, Evangeline Evans, raised her perfectly plucked eyebrows, which were a pale blonde. His father, Benedict Evans, grumbled, as he pushed back his brown hair from his face. Wes just chuckled.

“Girlfriend? Do you play an instrument, dear? I would very much like to have talented grandchildren,” Soul slightly choked on his water, while Maka patted him on the back.

Answering Evangeline’s inquiry, Maka said, “No, actually, I don’t. I couldn’t play an instrument to save my life, to be honest. But I can sing fairly well, I suppose.” Mrs. Evans made the smallest ‘hmph’ sound in the history of hmphs, and the conversation shifted.

They made small, idle talk, and Soul eased in to the soothing environment quickly. They even made comments about Wes’ world tours, and yet the albino wasn’t even that ticked off about it. Things were going better than expected, and before he knew it, dessert was served.

Yet like all good things, it came to an end.

As the two lovers dug into their shared crème brûlée (it being Soul’s favorite, and Maka had always wanted to try it), his father coughed, and in a gruff voice, said:

“Soul. Do you plan on finally doing something useful now that you’re a 'dead scythe’?” Benedict’s brown eyes met scarlet.

“Death Scythe, dad. It’s Death Scythe,” Looking over to his angel, he noticed that she looked greatly offended. Of course, his family didn’t give two shits about that. He squeezed her hand reassuringly. He continued with, “and what do you mean 'useful’? I am doing something useful.”

“More than just useful,” He heard Maka mumble. The rest of his family didn’t hear.

“We’re not meaning to offend, dear. All we’re trying to say is that, while it may have been fun while it lasted, it’s time to forget about this weapon thing. Go back to the piano! I bet if you tried, you could do great things with that instrument. I mean, really dear, what good are you doing by being a weapon?” His mother’s voice seemed like smooth caramel, yet stung like burning poison. Evangeline’s icy blue eyes pierced into Soul’s.

Before he could respond, Maka got to it first.

“What good is he doing? Do you have any idea what he does just about everyday? He’s saves people like you! Hell, Soul has saved MY life countless times! He has become a great man, damn it! I will not let you put down his achievements like they’re nothing! You should be fucking proud!”

Maka never cusses like that, unless she is extremely passionate about something. The scythe’s soul warmed.

“Look here, girl,” Evangeline spat, “I know you were not raised properly, but that gives you no right to give input on a conversation that was not directed towards you! Now, you little slut, if you have any sense at all, you would shit your mouth.”

“Now wait just a-” Soul quickly interrupted Maka.

“Did you just call her a slut?”

“What does is matter?”

“You just called her a SLUT. The most wonderful thing that has ever happened to me. The person I love more than life. You know nothing about her, so don’t make shit accusations like that, damn it! Never speak to her like that again. I’ve had enough of this, come on Maka,” Seething in rage, Soul walked out of the restaurant, with Maka’s hand in his.

After a moment of silence in the darken night, while headed towards the motorbike, his little meister whispered:

“Thank you, Soul.”

He looked over his shoulder, and asked, “What for?”

“For standing up for me. Did you really mean everything you said?”

Kissing her temple, he responded, “Of course, Maka. I love you, so much. You mean everything to me.”

“I love you too, Soul. To the moon and back,”

He smiled, a real smile, before continuing, “Besides, who needs them? You’re my family. That’s all I need.”
A bit rushed, but I think it’s okay.


I was at university, playing Salieri in Peter Shaffer’s play Amadeus, when my dad told me, ‘You’re better than I ever was or will be. You’ll have a good time doing this. I’m going to support you’. It was a huge thing for a father to say to his son. It was very humbling and moving. One of the reasons I get out of bed in the morning and try to do my best each day is to make them proud.


So, I’ve seen a few people reply on my posts regarding the recent episode, and they were mostly focused on how the writers decided to portray God. Now, I have nothing to say about that, only that I am quite a fan of the idea of God being a small nerd who knows jack squat about how to write a damn story.

That’s why you go to school, Chuck.

But I can totally understand where you’re coming from with this. This was slightly unexpected. God is the mightiest, most powerful being in the universe that no other creation can possibly beat in strength. And while we all expected a cold ass Chuck to show up with 0 emotions, they showed us a little dude bro nerd who likes to play guitar and has a kitten positive blog – but if you think about it, it’s not bad.

It’s actually fucking great. It’s so original that it grabs your audience in a surprise. Chuck is such a comical  and charming guy in contrast to what we used to believe was going to be fully unsensitive.

The character itself doesn’t have to look strong, he just has to be strong. And Chuck is. Behind that sweet and nerdy personality, we have BAMF!God who will launch you through five solid brick walls for calling him a coward. And that’s great because we’re not losing a part of what we expected him to really be.

Though what I am disappointed over, is Chuck’s reaction to everything Metatron lectured him about concerning his four children; the archangels.

Michael, Lucifer, Gabriel, Raphael.

Rank #3 in the Top 10 most powerful beings in existance. His children that believed in him more than anyone else, trusted him, loved him, prayed to him, worked for him even in his absence and on top of all that - never gave up.

As you may can remember, Michael, Lucifer and Gabriel were the three that we got the most on screen - and they explained that they truly did love their father.

You know why God cast me down? Because I loved him. More than anything.

Shut your cake hole. You don’t know anything about my family. I love my Father, my brothers. Love them. But watching them turn on each other? Tear at each other’s throats? I couldn’t bear it!

You know, you haven’t changed a bit, little brother. Always blaming everybody but yourself. We were together. We were happy. But you betrayed me – all of us – and you made our father leave.

Raphael is the one who had lost faith sooner than his other three brothers, even thought that God was dead or that he was somehow erased from existance.

How horrible is that? And how horrible is it to know that Chuck knew from the very beginning that his archangels missed him deeply and were desperately seeking for him all along with myriads of lower-ranked angels behind their backs. All of his children he put down in the first place.

And there’s no shame in admitting it; Chuck is even more of a terrible father than John.

When Gabriel and Lucifer were in the middle of a free-for-all, he never stepped in to stop them like a father should. Never scolded them for both doing something so remarkably stupid.

When Lucifer and Michael were standing in the cemetary, and Michael shouted at Lucifer for how blemished and unreliable he was, that he was a monster, Chuck never stepped in between their conversation to tell him to tone it down and make peace. Chuck could have ended it. All of it.

He never once thought that the so called “failures” that occured down on earth were initially his fault. Instead he puts the blame on his creations. And fuck, I’d be sad if I got to know that my father (who I don’t have but oh well) had been alive the whole time but just decided that he didn’t want to see me for whatever reason. And Gabriel, Raphael, Michael? They would be too. Because they did all the dirty work for him while he was out, and even despite that, they loved his everything without an end.

Castiel had never seen his Father either - but he believed, just like a majority of the other angels in Heaven. But he sought because God was the first person he ever showed affection to.

“Tell me why you abandoned me – us ?”

“Because you disappointed me. You all disappointed me.”

I could have hit Chuck in the face for saying something like that. Disappointed in what? In the archangels?

In Lucifer? The one YOU transferred the mark to that corrupted him afterwards? Are you telling me that you did not have anything to do with that?

Are you disappointed in Gabriel who skipped out of Heaven because you didn’t do anything about the constant fighting between his two beloved brothers? Lucifer became Satan because of you, and Michael turned his back on the brother he partially raised because you commanded it.

And Michael, are you disappointed over his everlasting devotion towards you even when you weren’t even remotely there?

And about Castiel, who killed his brothers and sisters, rebelled against Heaven and got exiled just to find you. To rescue two humans who could save the world whilst you were idling god knows what place and watching that shit show happen, sipping on a cocktail and sing-songing about how life fucking sucks?


I love Chuck, I really do - but he absolutely needs to step up his game, get the band back together and fight. I hope Gabriel comes back soon, even Michael perhaps - and I have no clue if there’s a possibility for Raphael but I don’t care because this season, each of their names are written in big letters on the cardboard. This is about them, their past and Chuck’s irresponsible decisions. It’s time to redeem yourself, bud. Seriously.

Bullying, Harassment and Online Stalking of Minors on Tumblr


My name is Katy. I am 39 years old and I am here today to talk to you about bullying, harassment and online stalking of minors on tumblr - specifically a young teenager name Dani.

Dani (@adorable-bc-picture), I hope you don’t mind me speaking here, but I am absolutely appalled and disgusted at the behaviour from supposedly grown ass women on tumblr.

Adults whom, for some unknown and unfathomable reason, have taken it upon themselves to be, to put it simply, ‘fandom police’.

Let’s start with a little about me - like I said, my name is Katy and I am 39 years old. I have been married to the absolute love of my life for 19 years. I have experienced every gamut of emotion, experienced high highs, low lows and the pleasing, beautiful average. I work full time in events management and I live in Australia.

Personally, I was bullied - heavily - as a child. Because I am in that age group where the internet was not particularly prevalent until I was in my 20s (especially for small-town Australia), my bullying happened in real life. I have been teased, harassed, bullied and beaten. I have been bloodied, bruised and depressed.

I have also dragged myself up off the ground, moved on and not looked back at the people who felt the need to belittle me and abuse me on a daily basis. The year I turned 8, I was beaten up every day after school, arriving home with bloodied lips, bruised eyes and self-esteem so low, that I wondered why I had ever been born.

As I grew up, I grew stronger. I made new friends. I moved on. But the psychological scars remain, to this very day. But I am successfully. I am loved. I am adored. I am cherished.

And I am thoroughly pissed off.

Addendum: I am not a Benedict Cumberbatch fan. So I have no interest in who the man is fucking. Who he married. Who he knocked up. I have no personal interest in the man AT ALL. Because, you see, that is important. I am not jealous or a hater or a sceptic or a nanny or a stan.

All I am in a human adult woman, appalled, disgusted and pissed off beyond anything I have ever been in my entire life.


I became aware of the Cumberbitches about 8 months ago. I watched a TV shown called Fargo, with Martin Freeman in it. I had seen him in The Hobbit but it wasn’t until I watched Fargo that I wanted to find out more of who this man was.

It was indirectly through Martin Freeman that I found out about the Cumberbitches (and I will ALWAYS use this term to describe fans of Cumberbatch, because, IMO, 99% of his fandom act that way). I was…not shocked, I guess you can say, at some of the actions and reactions I was seeing/reading. I’ve been around. I’ve been in a number of fandoms. There are ‘fandom police’ in every fandom, regardless of what people claim. There are always a certain group of people who feel the need to seek attention for their obsession. So don’t think the Cumberbatch fandom is anything special, because, frankly, you’re not. A lot more far reaching that some of the fandoms I have been a part of (the internet is hugely related to that) but no less and no more special.

Anyway…indirectly through finding out more about Martin Freeman, I found out about Benedict Cumberbatch.

And the fandom war that has apparently been occurring for coming on 2 years.

So, in becoming a Martin fan, I started reading more and more about Benedict. I mean, they do star together in an apparently successful TV show.

I learned a very many things. Things that in equal turns amused, bewildered, stunned and angered me.

Let’s see if I can get my thoughts in order, shall I?

For those who may not be fully aware what is happening, apparently a celebrity got engaged, said engagement was met with sceptism by some, glee by others and general apathy by the rest of us.

Let’s address the apathetic group first because IMO, that’s where I sit and where probably 99% of the population sits. Another celebrity gets engaged - woo? Am I meant to celebrate? Yes? No? Another celebrity marriage, another celebrity divorce, another celebrity child to read about in the future and shake my head at. Celebs make the gossip sites/magazines sell/get hits. Marriages, divorces, births, deaths, scandals…all of these things sell. They sell copies, the sell clicks, they sell ads, they sell movies, TV shows, albums, music, fashion…one big PR machine. It’s tiring. I don’t buy gossip magazines. I will admit to reading gossip sites - god forbid, I’m human - but I believe less than 1% of what I actually read, and less than 1% of that is actually the truth.

I can see a big ol’ PR machination from a mile off. Tom Cruise and Katie Holmes. Jennifer Aniston and Vince Vaughan. Kristen Stewart and Rob Pattinson. (Just to name a few that I bother to remember). Big Ol’ PR relationships to either (a) sell or save a reputation or (b) sell or save a project.

Now with Benedict Cumberbatch, I can smell, initially, a big ol’ PR push. Posh, white, straight male announces engagement to pretty English Rose type days before the start of his Oscar campaign for a movie he was very passionate about.

Yay! Cumberbitches celebrate! Benedict is finally getting married! Benedict is finally going to be a Cumberdad (god, don’t get me started on those inane and horrific mangling of his surname!)! Let’s all celebrate!

But wait! There are some fans who are shock horror sceptical about it. The timing? Well, come on now, right before his Oscar campaign starts? That’s kind of…coincidental, surely? Surely the man who talked (long and incessantly) about keeping his private life private wouldn’t do something so…crass. Surely not.

No! You’re WRONG. Benedict would NEVER do something like that! cried the Cumberbitches. Of course, we all felt a little sad that day when his engagement was announced (what. the. fuck??), so bleats a poor, sad little fan, but we should ALL BE HAPPY FOR HIM AND NOT HATE ON HIM OR HIS FIANCEE.

Or I will ‘skin you alive’ (or so one enterprising young fan on twitter stated)

So the sceptics began. A few too start with, then a few more, then a few more, then a lot more.

More and more people were starting to side-eye this who ‘engagement’ and the absolutely-not-at-all-conincidental timings of all the major milestones - engagement? Check! Expecting a baby? Check! Wedding? Check! Honeymoon? Check! Baby’s birth? Check! First pap pics of said baby (aww, what a doting and loving father to obviously sell pictures of his only child to a pap.) Check! The Mrs showing up on set while filming a MAJORLY flawed and BLATANTLY problematic Marvel film? Check! Full face photos of said infant taken while strolling around New York (how’s that ‘I would protect my children’ statement working out for you, Cumberbatch?) - and said photos not gagged, not yanked BUT STILL AVAILABLE FOR ORDER ONLINE.

Wow…did that all get away from me! It’s not a perfect timeline, I know from reading more that I have missed a lot, obviously, but even the most naive person can surely see that nothing is coincidental about any of this.

But no! No! Of course not, because now we have a group that frankly, I have to wonder what exactly is happening in their own lives, that they feel the need to come online and bully, harass and online stalk other people.

(And no, I’m not talking about the sceptics, though I truly am not finished with some of them!)

I’m talking about the group of peopleI have tagged below. Mind you, this is a very, very small fraction of the number of people who I have seen and read:

@thisdancingheart, @ohshitimatthewrongparty, @old-enough-2-know-better, @irisang, @thesecitystreets, @dmellieon, @furriesandus, @beneguinsophiebatch, @lions-tigers-benedict, @allthebellsinvenice, @trained-cormorant, @shit-bc-haters-say, @winterrose16312, @wtgilsa, @isabeau13, @isabeau221b, @londoncallingsigh, @bananacumberbatch714, @addictedtobrits, @ben-locked, @mouseymodesty, @sherlana, @wearywander, @nixxie-fic, @thedragonaunt, @theorclair, @itstoohardtotitlethesethings, @idontcareaboutusernames, @roci221b, @theleftpill, @lolastaryes, @mas-sera-o-benedict, @jennbuso, @marykk1990, @the-pen-in-my-hand, @cumberbangers, @the-tinfoil-hat-brigade, @thetownbycycle, @honestylives, @deggsbenedish, @firewithfiredeux, @hunterhypereport, @moriartysskull

Like I said, this is a very small part of a group of people who have, over the past 2 years, made it their life’s mission to abuse, belittle, bully, harass, online stalk, doxx and generally be rather nasty pieces of work towards others, particularly a teenager. I wish I could name them all, but I would be here for hours. There are numerous blogs out there who feel the need to attack, like a rabid pack of hyenas, people who shock horror think differently from them. People who think that no, Benedict Cumberbatch and Sophie Hunter are not the perfect couple. There are other reasons why they believe that (more about that later) but ultimately, they have spent months. Months and months and months. Bullying, harassing, online stalking, doxxing and REAL LIFE interfering with a group of bloggers talking about a CELEBRITY AND HIS WIFE on the internet…

Just let that sink in for a moment.

This is all over one celebrity and his wife.

They have, at times, screencapped blogs (circumventing the tumblr block feature), called the school and parents of a teenager, called Social Services on the same teenager, called the teenager at her home, created a website outing a blogger, doxxed several other bloggers, sent threats via anon to bloggers, called other bloggers ‘bitches’, ‘vile’, ‘hateful’, ‘cretins’, ‘sewer rats’, ‘gutter brigade’, ‘sour grapes brigade’…just to name a handful.

They have also involved people outside of tumblr in their little fandom war. They have tried to waste the time and resources of government agencies (really? Emailing the department for Births begging them not to release the birth certificate? What a waste of your time and theirs!) They have tried to claim the upper moral hand in everything they do, screaming from rooftops ‘For Benedict!’.

For a man who, quite frankly, wouldn’t cross the street to spit on you if you were on fire.

This group are a mass of contradictions.

They are a mass of hate, loathing and repulsiveness that make me wonder just what the hell tumblr is doing, allowing these kinds of blogs to prosper. I am appalled that I share a gender (assumedly) with these bloggers. I am thoroughly ashamed that ADULT WOMEN - some of them mothers and grandmothers - are acting in a manner entirely suited to a five year on a school play yard that cannot get their way and bites their playmates. My 3 year old nephew treats other children BETTER than this group of women treat their fellow humans.

They routinely dictate to people on tumblr who they should follow. If one of the sceptics should happen to go quiet, to change their blog name (or try to), they will announce it on their blogs.

They will hypocritically announce that Dani deserves her treatment because of ‘piracy’ or ‘artistic theft’ ( @cumberbangers - nice try there sweetheart).



Let me break this down for you.

Tumblr is rife with piracy and copyright violations.

Just today I saw a video clip uploaded by a tumblr user, ripped DIRECTLY FROM the DVD copy of Whisky Tango Foxtrot. THAT IS PIRACY.

When Hamlet was released to cinemas, I saw NUMEROUS gif sets from NUMEROUS blogs of a bootleg version of Hamlet. THAT IS PIRACY.

I see ‘bragging tweets’ from someone called AnythingBatch on twitter, claiming to have a copy of Hamlet on DVD - yet when Dani claims to have the same thing, Dani is the pirate and deserves to be bullied, harassed and online stalked but AnythingBatch is what? A good fan? Hamlet is not available on DVD. How do you think AnythingBatch got hold of a legal copy? PIRACY.

I see picture, after pictures, after picture being reblogged, edited, manipulated by countless people. Are you the original copyright holder of these images? Are you the photographer of these images? No? ARTISTIC THEFT.

Gifs of TV shows, movies, chat show appearances - ARTISTIC THEFT.


Don’t you dare stand there on the altar of Benedict Cumberbatch and claim that Dani (or ANYONE deserves) the treatment you have been giving her.

Don’t you dare claim to be ‘protecting’ Benedict and Sophie by your actions online.

Don’t you DARE claim to be good people, good fans. Because you aren’t. You just aren’t. You are the WORST example possible of ‘fans’. IMO you are WORSE than the more ‘vocal’ of the sceptics.


I get why the sceptics are there. I do. I see the inconsistencies. I see the big ol’ PR push to prove that this man and this woman Are In Love! And Happy! And Doting Parents! I see it. But I don’t believe it. I see two men who can barely stand next to each other. I see two people so thoroughly bored and unenthusiastic about each other and their child. But of course, I must be jealous. I must want Benedict for myself.

*insert sarcastic laughter*

The man is bland, unappealing and hey, if you want Sherlock to play Alan Tauring? Cast Benedict Cumberbatch! If you want Sherlock to play Dr Strange? Cast Benedict Cumberbatch! If you want a rich, white, privileged, posh, straight white boy, who, frankly, is problematic as all hell, cast, you got it! Benedict Cumberbatch.

Sceptics are not wrong when they see a big hole in the PR narrative.

Here is what I think happened - excusing of course that NONE OF US ACTUALLY KNOW WHAT THE TRUTH IS - they were fucking, she got knocked up (either deliberately or oops - my bet on deliberate) - he did the old posh, English gentleman thing and presto! She has a Gold Ticket for life, he has a child he may not have exactly wanted RIGHT NOW and a wife he cant seem to actually LIKE.

So, does that OPINION deserve bullying, harassment or online stalking?


Does an OPINION of any kind deserve bullying, harassment or online stalking?


Does thinking the baby is not real deserve bullying, harassment or online stalking?


Does thinking the marriage is not legit deserve bullying, harassment or online stalking?


Does ANYTHING about this situation deserve bullying, harassment or online stalking?


While I think some sceptics have taken it too far and have very obviously let their ego get in the way of logic and sense, overall, I have found the majority of sceptic blogs to be funny, analytical, thorough and downright informative.

I would never say that about any of the other blogs.

I am not taking sides in this. I am fairly apathetic about the are they/aren’t they argument. Like most celebrity marriages, I don really expect theirs to last for long. I am saying that bullying, harassment and online stalking of other bloggers - particularly those who are minors - is in no way warranted.


Before I go, I want to address those on both sides who claim to have (a) sources or (b) contacted Benedicts ‘people’. Lots of people claiming lots of rubbish in my opinion. I’ve worked for a well-known entertainment company based in Sydney. They did PR for some of THE biggest names in entertainment, while in Australia. And you know what? Emails were read by interns. Not by anyone who actually matters. There is a form ‘letter’ that is sent…and a number of quotes are contained, such as:

  • Thank you for your email/letter/enquiry…
  • We are unable to confirm…
  • We thank you for…

Simple, basic mail merge stuff. A highschooler can do this. Which is why its the interns job to respond to anything that is NOT official. You may see a VIP name on the email but in reality, unless you are Someone of Importance, your email will only ever be seen by an intern or someone low on the totem pole. Agents and reps don’t have time for your petty, whining fandom wailings.

You can say all you like that you’ve contacted his ‘people’ or someone connected with him and you can can claim to have received a response, but in reality, unless you’re willing to provide actual evidence, all of this is placed in the less-than-1% of things I read that I believe.


Oh and before I forget - continuation and keeping stories straight aren’t a particular strong suit of this group of people.

You cant claim that:

  • Benedict doesn’t KNOW about the sceptics
  • Benedict KNOWS but doesn’t CARE about the sceptics
  • Benedict doesn’t KNOW and doesn’t CARE about the sceptics

all at the same time. It doesn’t work like that.

I mean, you can claim all you want that Benedict and Sophie picked specific letters aimed at specific people to read at Letters Live, but you cant also claim that the sceptics don’t matter enough for them to bother.

Prior to Letters Live, it was claimed that ‘I think Benedict doesn’t give a flying fuck what the sceptics think’ - by the same blogger who claimed that ‘Benedict was deeply in love with his wife and was devastated about what was being said online’.

What a think-skinned little boy he is, if he cant stand a bit of online gossip about him and his wife.

What a petty little man if he deliberately chose to attack bloggers online by reading and having his wife read certain letters.

When it looks, smells and sounds like bullshit, I call bullshit.


I have read enough about Benedict, his wife and his fans to make these last couple of observations:

  • What happened to the man who once claimed that he would ‘fiercely protect’ the privacy of his children?
  • What happened to the man who once fronted paparazzi and asked them to focus on Egypt instead of the filming of a TV show?
  • What happened to the man who once said ‘my private life is private’?
  • What happened to the man who could once walk down the street without paparazzi capturing his every moment? I mean, we got his engagement, his wedding (SOLD! to the Highest Bidder!), his honeymoon (how did that Jaguar/Bora Bora/Whale watching honeymoon go?), his child’s birth (Look! Over there! I have a SON, this will take the pressure off the CBE announcement).


Now my question to you. WHY do you care what people online are saying about a celebrity and his wife?

WHY do you care if people think that a celebrity and his wife aren’t exactly what PR is trying to push?

WHY DO YOU stand on the altar of Benedict Cumberbatch and pretend that he is not human. That he is infallible? That he is simply, just a man? You make him out to be some kind of god and in reality, he’s just another actor, just another person on this earth.

My only conclusion is that you are so unhappy and unfulfilled in your own lives that you seek to live vicariously. That you seek what you do not have and you try to make it seem like Benedict and his wife are the be all and end all of human relationships.

I wont say you should be ashamed. I wont say you should be embarrassed. I wont say you should feel bad. I wont say any of that because frankly, I think you lack basic human empathy. You’re so focused on what YOU THINK OTHER PEOPLE should or should not be doing that you don’t stop and think for just one second what your attitude and behaviour has the possibility to do. God forbid one of the bloggers you have relentlessly bully, harass and online stalked tries to harm themselves. I don’t think that you would feel anything other than satisfaction that a ‘hater’ was gone and that you were ‘winning’.

Nothing about this situation is a fucking competition. You will not win any awards or ribbons or accolades by anyone for your behaviour.


I wish I could do more. I wish that tumblr would do more. I wish that before posting, people stop and think what their words may do.

I wish for a lot of things in this world, but what I wish the most is that none of your loved ones experience the kind of hate and vileness you show towards others.


You know what? I’m an adult. I can handle whatever hate or bile you decide to throw my way because (a) ultimately we’re all strangers on the internet (b) I have the life experience to handle the hate and bile that may come my way and © I truly, truly don’t give one. flying. fuck what any of you ‘adults’ think of me.

Tagging those sceptics I think would most appreciate this: @khanspets, @annashipper, @happilyhardarcade, @sophiehuntergossipblog

Being a fan of Benedict Cumberbatch means to me …

… being in awe of his talent, his skill as an actor and the variety of roles that he chooses for himself. But simply the act of being interested in Benedict Cumberbatch, his back catalogue of movies and characters, the interviews he gives, and researching his person more and more, also means ‘ being in favour ‘ of his person.

This is not ‘ love ‘. To fall in love with a person, you have to be in real, immediate, touch with them, to have conversations (regardless how short they are) with them, to get to know them from a first hand perspective. And ‘ first hand perspective ‘ does not mean encountering them fleetingly in person in a ‘ meet and greet ‘ situation.

But you can take a liking to an actor. And that liking can include his character, liking the way he dealt with certain events in his life, and - yes - also include taking a liking to certain bodily features.

Which means, in my case, becoming a bit obsessive about searching for, and cherishing photos with him. When Mr. Cumberbatch is posing for the photographers (at a red carpet event or similar occasions), he either gives them a relaxed, natural smile - or shows his affection for his wife, for that matter - - - OR he is really posing, giving them a certain solemn posture, a look of steel, an image of strength, confidence and - - - beauty (that is not to say that his silly, or natural ‘ non-poses ‘ in front of a camera, cannot be as beautiful, if not even more beautiful).

I think I may like certain bodily features of Benedict more than others, because they subconsciously remind me of some of the bodily features my own (late) father had when I was a child and still full of confidence in him, when my father meant love and security to me, even some kind of warmth.

Which automatically answers the question whether I imagine myself     “ In Bed With Ben “    - no, I don’t. Which is why I rarely read Benedict Cumberbatch RPF, but don’t have anything against Sherlock BBC (or some other fanons’) FPF.

So, to me, being a fan of Benedict Cumberbatch, means liking his work, liking his character - - - and even liking his forearms, his hands, or his cheekbones - - - but most of all, it means, having respect for him, and respecting him, and respecting those he cares for.

For, being a fan of Benedict Cumberbatch does NOT imply being a fan of, say Adam Ackland, or James Rhodes, or Rob Rinder, or even Sophie Hunter. But it means that you are either totally indifferent to these people, and aren’t interested in the things they do, or you respect them, for the simple fact that Benedict Cumberbatch is friends with them.

Heaping hate on them just for the simple fact that they, in your eyes, took ‘ your ‘ celebrity away from you, is an absolute NO-NO.

So, yes, ‘ there are all sorts around here ‘, and I embrace all kinds of Benedict Cumberbatch fans, but certain behaviours are neither respectful, nor follow the simple procedures of how two people should behave towards each other, regarding following the rules of simple etiquette, of politeness.

After all, being a fan means being in favour of something, and not being against something.


- Karin.

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PASADENA, Calif. – Benedict Cumberbatch has had a memorable year, including roles in five major films, but he’s trying to look forward.

“You can’t get too nostalgic. You can look back and go, ‘That was a great year, a great moment,’ but I want 2014 to be better for different reasons. I’ve got personal goals and all sorts of things that I want to evolve. I always have been about building a career of longevity,” he says during an interview to discussPBS' Sherlock (third-season finale, Sunday, 10 p.m. ET/PT, times may vary).

Cumberbatch’s contemporary take on Sir Arthur Conan Doyle’s iconic character became more personal this year, as Holmes’ parents were portrayed by his mother and father — actors Wanda Ventham and Timothy Carlton. In one scene, Sherlock unceremoniously shoos them from the room when Watson arrives.

Working with his parents was “terrific. Sort of like home, really. Alarmingly so, for those who know our relationship off screen,” he jokes. “It was a beautiful thing. … It was the first day of shooting and I was nervous for them. And then I realized, now I really have to take control of this, and I just started to kind of make sure that they felt all right. And they ended up having a really good day.”

He credits his parents and actors they introduced him to for his desire to pursue the same career, but there “wasn’t one Saul-on-the-road-to-Damascus moment of inspiration. It was just an accumulation, really.”

That has led to an accumulation of significant roles, too, for the London-born actor.

Cumberbatch, 37, finished work in December on The Imitation Game, an upcoming film in which he plays real-life British mathematician and World War II code breakerAlan Turing.

He plans to take on another real Brit, the explorer Percy Fawcett, in The Lost City of Z, a film about “ his rather brilliant, rather lovely Victorian man who just became obsessed with this discovery he made in the Amazon jungle” in the 1920s. The melancholy Dane, Hamlet, is on the actor’s schedule for fall on the London stage.

And Sunny March, the production company he started with friends that just produced a short film that he appears in, Little Favour.

All of this comes on the heels of a remarkable year. Since May, he has appeared on the big screen in five major films, including an Oscar best-picture nominee,12 Years a Slave; an ensemble piece earning praise for its cast, August: Osage County; a lead role as Julian Assange in The Fifth Estate; and two blockbuster sequels, Star Trek Into Darkness and The Hobbit: The Desolation of Smaug. It can be difficult, even for a man of Cumberbatch’s quick intelligence, to remember every detail.

“Five films come out and they’re so different. From Khan (Trek) to Smaug to Julian Assange to Ford (Slave) to …,” he says, pausing. “You see, this is the problem. I actually then start forgetting what the other role was. (Another pause.) To Little Charles in August: Osage County. And that’s when it is literally an embarrassment of riches.”

He credits Sherlock, which premiered in 2010, with providing a big career boost, but says he was landing roles for 2011 productions — War Horse and Tinker Tailor Soldier Spy on film and Frankenstein at the Royal National Theater in England — at about the same time with major directors who hadn’t seen him play Sir Arthur Conan Doyle’s iconic sleuth.

Sherlock has “done a lot. I won’t say it’s changed my life, because I had a huge break at the same time as this role first came to fruition,” says Cumberbatch, substituting a sleek blue suit for Sherlock’s layered look on this warm winter day. “It was a sort of perfect storm of all mediums coming together at the same time, television, film and theater, even some radio.”

Cumberbatch has a rare star quality that makes viewers root for the often difficult Holmes, Sherlock co-creator Steven Moffat says.

“I think he’s capable of being aloof and dangerous and (being able to) do, with complete honesty, every beat of unlikable behavior, and yet you still like him,” he says. “The other thing you have to say is he’s one of the best actors alive. He’s absolutely supreme.”

During an interview earlier in the day with a gathering of TV critics, Cumberbatch expresses appreciation for the accompanying fame, as exhibited by a group of fans outside the hotel who had waited for hours to see him. Asked an open-ended question about his reaction to the rise in public interest in the later interview, he responds, “Detached amusement,” and focuses on press criticism. Stories have focused on matters as varied as his comfortable upbringing to a photograph in which he held a sign directing paparazzi to cover more important events in Egypt.

“Sometimes, they go after you and they really try to make you hurt, and that’s when you’ve got to have a thick skin and just let it brush off you. I’ve spoken to people in more exalted positions than mine and they’re like, 'Dude, it’s just Champagne problems,” he says.

He talks expansively and thoughtfully about his career and fame, but draws the line on certain topics. He declines to answer a question about rumors he will reunite withTrek director J.J. Abrams for the next Star Wars film, which is scheduled to begin shooting in May, and he won’t elaborate on the “personal goals” he mentions for 2014. “They’re personal. Not for publication.”

The actor, who is single, also brushes off a question about whether he’s dating anyone in particular, but politely cushions his response. “I know you have to ask.”

He responds to questions with equanimity, although he thinks a query about whether he’s excited to play Hamlet, the central character in what is arguably Shakespeare’s greatest play is a bit obvious. (“Very excited. I don’t know what other answer there would be to that question,” he says, then feigns a lack of interest. “No, I’m really not that bothered.”)

His expresses displeasure only when an interviewer mentions that the late Turing received a royal pardon recently for 1950s criminal charges of gross indecency related to homosexuality. “The only person that should be pardoning anybody is him. Hopefully, the film will bring to the fore what an extraordinary human being he was and how appalling (his treatment was). It’s a really shameful, disgraceful part of our history,” he says of his Imitation Game character.

Although a fourth season of the contemporary drama has not been officially approved, Cumberbatch has verbally committed to it and says he sees room for character growth. “I’ll keep doing it as long as that’s the case, as long as I feel he’s developing and there’s stuff we’re all being challenged by and that it’s being loyal to the original stories as well.”

When the third season opens, Cumberbatch says Sherlock has regressed socially and emotionally after having been off neutralizing archnemesis Moriarty’s network of evildoers in the two years since his staged suicide at the end of Season 2. His return draws the ire of sidekick John Watson (Martin Freeman), who had thought his friend was dead. (The Season 3 opener drew 4 million viewers, up 25% from the second-season premiere, and Sunday’s second episode attracted 2.9 million viewers.)

Freeman “raised my game. That’s all important when you’re doing a piece that’s about a relationship as well as this particularly brilliant mind,” he says, before going off on a humorous detour. “He’s got good taste in clothes and music, which helps. He’s got good hygiene. That always helps. He can be quite grumpy, which doesn’t always help. I can be quite grumpy, which always helps.”

Sherlock evolves this season, Cumberbatch says, serving as best man at John’s wedding to Mary (Amanda Abbington) in last week’s episode and facing off Sunday against malicious, data-hoarding publisher Charles Augustus Magnussen. “He’s this media mogul who wields his leverage by using information — as people do, as newspapers do, as all media does — to control a message, to control a perception of the world.”

The series explores the effects of childhood on the adult Sherlock, partly through his competition with his brother Mycroft (Mark Gatiss).

“He wasn’t born to be an antisocial, difficult boy,” he says. “I think he’s trying to keep up with Mycroft’s intelligence and it skewed the normal trajectory of childhood play and friendships in order to try and perfect this brain, this ability to retain information.”

Cumberbatch says he wanted a Sherlock backstory so he could understand and convey how this man came to be.

“It will just be hollow gestures and running around speaking very fast — which, while some of our harshest critics have said that’s what I do, I beg to differ, especially after … this season. They can see there’s some acting going on, some craft going on. That’s important to me,” says Cumberbatch, veering off before returning to his main point. “You can’t just be brilliant in a vacuum. … It would be like, 'Wow! This guy is really on it,’ but then you’d want to know something about him.”

With so many film, TV and stage roles done in such a short time, Cumberbatch has had to do more than just speak quickly.

“I found it difficult to get the sort of hyperarticulacy of Sherlock back having played Assange, and I found it sort of weirdly difficult to let go of Sherlock before starting Alan Turing,” he says. “I practice very hard to sort of cleanse myself of every role after I’ve done it.”

For all the recent high-profile film roles, an earlier miniseries character, 1920s Englishman Christopher Tietjens of Parade’s End, inspires him the most.

“He’s just sort of unfathomably generous and patient and yet really quietly courageous. He doesn’t suffer hypocrisy or fools gladly. He doesn’t betray himself or his ideals for any quick fixes. He’s just a good human being,” he says. “I’’ve got a very big affection for that man. If I can live a life half as good as his, I will know I have done alright.”

An interview with Mark Gatiss appeared in the 5 March 2015 edition of Waitrose Weekend magazine - linked to publicity for the DVD of Wolf Hall. I thought it might be helpful to transcribe the interview, which is below the cut:

After a perfectly lovely childhood, Wolf Hall star Mark Gatiss turned to gothic melodrama before carving out a niche playing shadowy schemers. ‘I’m just a slightly odd creature that sprung up,’ he tells Paul Kirkley.

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The Story of How They Became a Family of 3 - a 5 part one shot

Summary: The story of how Juliet Morgan Swift Hiddleston came to be. you don’t have to read Breakfast and the Jungle Book to understand what’s going on.

Rating: Teen for sexual illusions.


They lay panting in bed in their rented apartment in Australia. He kisses her forehead and wraps his arms around her waist. She looks at him and the smile she gives him makes him smile too. They interlink their hands together.

“I can see why the Loki armor is a major turn on.”

“Does the helmet make you feel horny?” he asks giving her a funny face.

She laughs and flips them over so she was on top of him. “Of course,” she told him before kissing him deeply on the lips.


Taylor was waiting for Tom to get back from filming in their rented apartment in Sydney. She had something to tell him, she was pregnant and she’s known for a couple days. She also looks at the ring that he gave her when he asked her to marry him. The engagement wasn’t made public yet. She just didn’t know how to tell him and thankfully the gender neutral outfit that she ordered from a local boutique arrived an hour before. She already put it in a bag with a shit ton of tissue paper to keep it hidden from his view. The pregnancy test was also in the bag.

She was standing in the kitchen working on making the homemade pizza and she hadn’t heard him walk into the apartment. When she felt his arms wrap around her waist she knew that she could tell him, tell him that he was going to be a father.

“Tay I’ve missed you today,” he whispers to her, his lips at her neck.

“I missed you, too. Are you tired?”

“No. I have a lot of energy from all the things I did today.”

‘Ok you can do this. Just tell him that we’re having a baby.’ She thought to herself.

“I have to show you what I got from a local boutique today.”

“Can it wait?” he asks her turning her around and kissing her fully on the lips.

She welcomes the kiss and wraps her arms around his neck. They kiss heavily for two minutes when she ends their kiss to look up at him.

“You’ll love this gift. I promise.”

She walks over to where the bag was, on the coffee table in the living room. She takes a calming breath before walking over to where he was and hands it to him.

“I hope you love it.”

“I’m sure I will.” He told her with a smile before he pulls out the pregnancy test.

He looks at the word pregnant on the screen and can feel tears starting to form. He looks up at her and she nods with happy tears in her eyes as well.

“There’s more in there.”

He lifts out the white knitted sweater coveralls. “Oh Taylor. How long have you known about the pregnancy?”

“Only a couple days I didn’t want to have the awkward ‘I’m pregnant’ conversation and we have all weekend to celebrate.”

He puts the test and outfit back in the bag and hugs his fiancée. She puts her arms around his neck and kisses him, biting his bottom lip playfully.


Tom has his arm at her waist as she talks to Benedict Cumberbatch, his wife Sophie and their son Christopher.

“I want to thank you two for coming it really meant a lot to us.” She told them.

“You look absolutely radiant and you could hardly tell that you are pregnant. When we got married I was five months into my pregnancy.”

After a while both Taylor and Sophie we’re talking about her pregnancy and also tips on what it would be like the first few months.

Benedict clapped Tom on the back. “Married with a baby on the way. Boy doesn’t this sound familiar.”

Tom laughed and smiled. He looked back to see Taylor laughing at whatever Sophie told her. Her white wedding dress did a great job at hiding her four month pregnant stomach.

“And if you have a daughter I’ll try to keep our wives from trying to get her and Christopher together when they’re older.”

“Thank you. I don’t want to think about my possible daughter dating boys until she’s at least sixteen. But Taylor will be the boss and whatever she says goes.”

“You’ve just gotten married today and you already know what’s up. It’s always the wives that make the rules.” Benedict told his friend with a chuckle.

“Damn right we do.” Taylor said putting her arm around Tom’s waist.

When they get to their suite he picks her up which made her giggle and he joined in as he walks them through the threshold of their room for the night. He sets her on the bed and closes the door. He turns and sees her smile at him. He sits next to her and she rests her head on his shoulder. He sees that it was starting to snow which made him smile.


Tom just got back from taping the Tonight Show with Jimmy Fallon and as he entered their loft he could hear the familiar judge mallet sound from Law and Order. He quickly put on a t-shirt and sweats and sat next to Taylor. She was eating homemade chocolate chip cookies. He put his hand on her seven month pregnant stomach and he laughs as he felt their daughter kick at his palm.

“Has she been doing this all day?”

“Oh yeah Juliet is already showing how much she wants to run with her daddy.”

“Only two more months and she’ll be here. I love you so much Tay.”

“I love you too.”

That night in bed she couldn’t find a position that made her comfortable and she sat up, putting her hand on her stomach and whined. Tom was wearing his reading glasses as he read a script for a play, he set the script down and put his hand over hers on her stomach.

“Love is everything alright?”

“Yes it’s just trying to get any sleep is difficult when she doesn’t want to stop moving around.”

“Now Jules be nice to your mommy, she needs to sleep so you can be healthy when you’re born.”

Taylor looks at her husband with awe, he was already the most perfect father and Juliet wasn’t even born yet.


They were in the hospital and she was holding their daughter in her arms. Tom was sitting behind her and he was softly caressing their daughter’s soft cheek. Juliet Morgan Swift Hiddleston was finally there to be with them.

“She’s the most beautiful baby girl I have ever seen. She looks just like you.”

“I don’t know she could get the Hiddleston curls. I’ve seen the pictures.”

“I’ve seen your baby pictures as well and you were just as much a golden retriever as I was.” He said looking at her for a moment before he looked at Juliet again.

She looks at their daughter and brings the little baby’s forehead to her lips and kisses it before she hands him their daughter. He takes their seven pound daughter in his arms and kisses her forehead.

“Hi Juliet Morgan, I’m your daddy.”

Taylor leans against his chest and caresses her hand. They had only known each other for a year and they were already so happy. If someone had told him that he would meet a beautiful woman, marry her and have a daughter with her he would’ve thought they were crazy but he was happy that this was their life now.

My Summary of the Elementary Con Today

• Got my picture taken with Ben. Honestly, he was SO lovely!! I managed to say “hey” to him, asked him how he was (he was fine, if you were wondering) & he told me he hoped I have a nice weekend. I told him I’d see him again later while he was signing stuff. We weren’t allowed to hug him but he did put his arm around me and y’know what? I’m counting it!!

• Saw Jonathan (Anderson) walk past me I when I was sitting outside the main hall doors waiting on my photo with Ben coming out. I was dying to yell “One of us! One of us!!” at him! Got to see the last couple of minutes of his Q&A after I saw Ben again and he got asked about the whole Sherlock/Anderson shipping!

• Unfortunately, I couldn’t hand the fanbook I’d made to Ben personally because of the amount of people there but I did put it on the table next to where he was. I got my picture with him signed and the Father got the Sherlock series one DVD signed (he said “Hello” to Ben after I forbid him to lol) I did tell Ben just before I was rushed away about the fanbook and he thanked me for it.

• Just before I went into the last few minutes of Jonathan’s Q&A, Lars passed us! I was thinking “Please don’t blackmail me, CAM!!!” :P Before Ben’s Q&A started, Lars got given some apples and started juggling them - highly amusing!

• Also saw a little glimpse of Louise, who was signing at another table across the room from where Ben was. She’s tiny! Awww.

• Ben’s Q&A… OMFG. I honestly love this man more than words can say! He’s exactly how he is in interviews on tv and everything. Absolutely amazing. I sat there in awe of him. He mentioned that there’s something else he’s working on but he was being such a little torment about it! (Dammit!!!) Ben also got given a “Cumbercookie” by a fan but sadly couldn’t eat it as he said he’s on a diet, so he handed it out around everybody in the front row - and some sweets he got given too! Legend.

• Before Ben’s Q&A we got told that he was just about to walk into the main hall after doing his autograph session and he’d just seen all the fan gifts he got given - we got told that he thanked us for them all and making today awesome for him. (You’re welcome, Benny!!)

• Everybody came out again at the end of Ben’s Q&A. Arwel, Patrick, Lars, Louise and Ben (where the hell did Jonathan go I wonder?)

• Even though it seemed like Ben (poor baby!) was a bit tired today, he was an absolute trooper! He’d been in the same room from 9:30 this morning to 5 this afternoon taking pics and signing for us all. (I personally felt a bit bad for him during the auto session, being behind that table for 4 hours possibly without a break) Bless him!

• Unlike other “big names”, I bet they wouldn’t have given up their entire Sunday to spend it seeing their fans - but Ben did and that’s one of the many, MANY reasons why I love him so so so much. He adores the fans! Absolute legend.

• Finally, I’ve got to say that… Yes. All the rumours are TRUE!! Ben is absolutely lovely, even more gorgeous in the flesh and he smells fucking amazing.