because that one time benedict said he used to be in a band and i had to

Flashing Lights (part 3) - Benedict x reader

A/N: Well this was loads of fun to write. Especially the end because damn, the cumberbutt gets me every time. A huge thanks to @duskybatfishgirl for providing me with this post that inspired me profoundly, lol. Also, this week I might be slower on updates because of a few upcoming exams, but I promise I’ll make an effort. Just be patient, you guys, because a lot of good stuff is coming up ;D

Requested by @thestrawberryblondehobbitbatch: Flashing Lights. I loved this fic. I was wondering if you could to do another one like it. But Benedict is going on the graham Norton show to promote Sherlock. And the reader is the surprise guest.

Word count: 2509
Warnings: none

Originally posted by cucumberbenny

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Trickster Times Two

Originally posted by bloodstained-porcelain-doll

Part 3 of “The French Mispeight” [part 1] [part 2]

Pairing: Gabriel x reader

Words: 1300+

Beta-reader: @blessedbebucky

[General masterlist]

A/N: So this is my first and probably last time writing for actors, so I hope it’s okay. And don’t worry, there’ll be one or two more parts!

Your name: submit What is this?

“Oh. My. God.” The actor who played God managed to stutter out. “RICH?!”

Richard looked between Gabriel and Rob. “Hey, don’t look at me! I didn’t do this!”

“We’re in so much trouble…” You muttered, covering your face with your hands.

“Fellas-” Gabriel tried to add in.

“How else do you explain the doppelganger?!” Rob cried.

“Fellas!” Gabriel repeated, louder this time.

“You think I’m not freaking out?” Asked Speight, who was very clearly freaking out. “Because I’m freaking out!”

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Gotham EP on Darkness, Light, Ra's al Ghul & Barbara Kean's Evolution
Danny Cannon discusses the arrival of R'as al Ghul to Gotham, the evolution of the Riddler and how Jerome was cast.

“Gotham” executive producer and frequent director Danny Cannon isn’t just the person responsible for the visual look of the stylized pre-superhero series. As one of the show’s’ regular writers, he also has a strong hand in the series’

With “Gotham” returning Monday, April 24 to close out its third season, Cannon joined a small group of press to reveal some of the secrets of the remaining episodes – and to hold tightly onto a few bombshells to be dropped along the way.

On the evolution and endgame of the current season:

Danny Cannon: At the beginning, we had two agendas. We had Bruce Wayne really needing to confront his parents’ death, and where that leads him, and the rabbit hole we went down in the Court of Owls, which plays out completely at the end of the season – and then turns into something else.

Then the other one was Ed Nygma, finally. Right from the pilot to this point, we’ve been adding to him. He’s been evolving gradually, whether it’s wardrobe, hair, makeup, glasses, props — but more than anything, what Cory was really good at doing was body language. You find this man’s confidence, do you know what I mean? And his confidence to say, like so many villains in the DC [Comics] canon, “I shall not be ignored. I shall be brave enough to be more than human.”

I think that’s what the theme of the season was. It was like metamorphosis. Bruce Wayne is metamorphosing into an adult now, and so is Ed Nygma… it’s just Ed Nygma is more psychotic and violent.

On the reveals that Ra’s al Ghul is coming to Gotham:

It’s a shame. We wanted Ra’s to be really a big surprise, because it’s a great intro, but these things get out. But the idea of like, how does the journey with the Court of Owls end? With ancient mysticism. They are such a political party, a Machiavellian, Borgia kind of world, that we wanted to go more mystic, and go back centuries and talk about history and stuff like that – which is the next evolution of our villain; which Ra’s is really good for that.

So that’s where that comes in, and that — really, the end of the season is about, just when you thought you found the bottom of the rabbit hole, just when you know what’s in the shadows, comes guys who live in the shadows.

On possible plans for more Jerome:

Jerome – oh, I don’t know! He didn’t die, though, did he? I just can’t get enough of Cameron [Monaghan].

What happened was, I did an episode — I wanted to do a comedy, except people thought they didn’t think I was funny. But John Wells did, and I said, “I like ‘Shameless.’” He said, do an episode of “Shameless.” I did an episode of “Shameless.” I love that show, and I love that cast — it’s the only episode of something I’ve done where I’ve haven’t written it or done the pilot. I met Cameron on that. I walked in and somebody said that they liked this idea of this character from a circus. I was like, “Dude, I know the guy. I know the guy!”

That’s happened twice on the show for me. Anthony [Carrigan], who plays Victor Zsasz, was the other guy. “I’ve got the guy. We’ve got him.” That’s a nice feeling.

On the rumored evolution of Barbara Kean – possibly into Harley Quinn:

I can’t. I can’t. All I can tell you is, the great thing, the joy of working with Erin is the range. The reason we changed her character, [is] because we knew what she could do. We’re like, “We can’t keep you in one place. You’ve got to keep evolving.” So she’s going to evolve again. That’s all I can tell you.

On walking a tonal line between the dark and macabre and the intentionally humorous:

We all feel like we’re on that line. When you read the scripts, you all feel like you’re on the same page. You all feel like you’re doing that. It’s just a tiny, little shove. When you’re dealing with a world that you want to be real, but it’s an alternative reality, it’s lost in time, any little shove that way or that way takes you – it’s really hard to tread that.

It’s very hard to get writers who completely get that world, directors who get that world, and to get day players who can come in and play the scene with these guys who have really embraced the world as well. Just sometimes, if you have a dark scene with a director who’s dark, and a dark line, in a dark work, just one little tip that way, sometimes in the cutting room we’ve gone, ooh, whoa. It’s weird. It’s like playing in a band, and somebody just plays a riff along with you, they’re playing exactly the same chords, but he plays it like Twiggy in Manson’s band.

I wrote that Mad Hatter episode. It was good to go down that path for a little while, because when you think about what this guy does for a living, it’s creepy as hell. But at the same time, that was definitely in the cutting room going, “Ooh….”

So hence you’ve got, later on, you’ve got him using rhyme a lot more, and being in a different balance. It’s not like a movie where you can spend six months in the cutting room, or six months writing, or two years writing. We write these things, and it’s barely dry, and people are saying it on set. Then the writer walks by the cutting room, and they’re saying his words in a scene, and it’s been cut, and two weeks later it’s on the air. So walking that thin line of what is “Gotham,” it only takes one little shove one way or the other and the tone shifts.

Better Than Willow (Rob Benedict x Reader)

A/N: Do you ever have those times when you start writing a one shot and by the end of it you’re just like why the heck did I write this? Yeah. That’s me with this one. Welp. 

“I’ll see you Monday.”

“Man, I just feel so bad for Willow! She’s in love with Xander and he’s just a doof.” said Rob, leaning back against the couch opposite of you. It was a Friday night, and you and Rob were sitting on the floor of your living room, watching Buffy the Vampire Slayer. It was another one of those nights when you didn’t have anything else better to do.

You were a recurring character on Supernatural, a witch turned hunter, and the fans had just adored you. You had known Rich for years, but only met Rob and others through the conventions. Over time R2 had become your best friends.

One little problem.  A problem that only Rich knew and he had been sworn to secrecy.

You had fallen in love with Rob.

I mean, who could blame you? Those piercing blue eyes; that laugh. He was the most genuine and kind person you have ever met.

God damn your heart, it’s always causing you problems.

“Man, it must suck, falling in love with your best friend and they’re just oblivious.” said Rob, taking a sip of his beer.

“Yeah, I would know.” you said softly to yourself, not really thinking before speaking.

Rob choked up on his drink, obviously hearing your words and making a connection.

Rich was married, he wasn’t.

“Wait, what?” asked Rob, immediately grabbing the remote and pausing the show.

Your eyes went wide, realizing what you just did.

“Uh, nothing! I mean, it must really suck, especially being best friends and all, ha.” You reached over to grab the remote.

“Let’s just keep watching, shall we?” you asked. But it was Rob, you should have known better than to think he would drop it.

“Oh hell no,” Rob grabbed the remote before you could, “what do you mean, ‘you would know’?”

“Um…” you scratched the back of your neck, bringing your knees up close to you; something you always did when you were nervous.

“Do you, um, do you, do you have feel-.” I cut him off.

“Can we, can we just forget that the past 2 minutes never happened?” You took a swig of your beer. Dear God you could be an idiot sometimes.

Rob slumped back, a defeated look on his face.

“Well… if you’re sure.” He knew you as well as you knew him. Rob grabbed the remote again, turning the show back on.

Oh great, now you’ve done it.


Rob and Rich sat at a table in a bar, beers in front of both of them. The first con of the year was coming up, and the two co-hosts needed to preplan.

However, Rob had other things on his mind.

“Hello, earth to Bob-o? Robbie you still on the planet here or?” asked Rich. He could tell his best friend had zoned out.

Rob shook a little, coming to.

“Huh, what?” he asked.

“Pretty sure you haven’t heard anything I’ve said in the last five minutes.” said Rich.

“Sorry, I’m sorry. I just. Ugh.” Rob laid his forehead on the table.

“What’s on your mind, Bob-o?”

Rob looked up, being careful of his words. He didn’t know if Rich knew about Y/N.

Fuck it.

“How long has Y/N been in love with me?”

Rich choked on his drink.

“Is in love the right term? I mean. Ugh. How long has she had feelings for me?”

Rich sat his glass down, not saying a word. He had to be careful on what he said as well.

“I was wondering when you were gonna bring it up.” he said.

“She told you?” asked Rob. I mean, he had assumed, but it had been about a week since he had seen you.

“Are you kidding, she was banging down my door as soon as you had left.” said Rich.

“Rich, I left her house at one in the morning.”

“I know.”

Rich sighed.

“Remember that time you were totally obsessed with that girl from Jason’s show? How Y/N did whatever she could to help you get her attention?”

“Buddy, that was nearly 3 years ago.”

“Dude, why do you think she tried so hard to help?”

Rob’s eyes went wide in realization. You had sat with him with every idea, stayed by your side when you were just plain old frustrated.

Slamming his fist on the table slightly, Rob slid back in his chair, again frustrated.

“Dammit, Y/N.”

“What is it?” asked Rich.

“I fell in love with her a year later.”


“Thank you! Goodnight!” said Rob on stage. It was Saturday night, and the annual Saturday Night Special had just ended.

The band navigated backstage, joining the rest of the group.

“Alright, everyone ready to get back to Briana’s room?” asked Kim, ready to head towards the annual after show gathering. A crowd of murmured yesses went through the room. People slowly headed out, you stood up, ready to follow.

“Hey Y/N? Wait up?” You turned around. It was Rob, the last one in the room as he was still packing up his guitar.

It was also the same Rob that you haven’t had the courage to speak to for the past two weeks.

“Um. Sure.” Rich gave you a look as he stood by the door.

“Talk. To. Him.” He mouthed at you, before leaving.

“No.” Rich groaned at you, but left, leaving just you and Rob. After a few moments, he closed the case, leaving it in the corner for the next day. He walked toward you, offering his arm.

“Ready to go?” You laughed slightly, taking his arm.

“Lead the way.”

The two of you walked in silence, making your way to Briana’s hotel room. After a while, Rob spoke up.



“Y/N, were you ever gonna tell me?” asked Rob.

You sighed.

“No, not really.” you said.

Rob sighed, laughing slightly as he sat down on a bench in the lobby. He pulled you down with him.

“Man do I feel like a dick.” said Rob. He set his head in his hand, pushing his hair back.


He turned towards you, grabbing your hand in his.

“That girl from Jason’s show.”  

“Oh, that.”

“Yeah, that.” said Rob.

You looked down, not really knowing what to say.

“Hey, look at me, please.” Rob reached his hand out, lifting your chin up.

“It’s okay.” Rob leaned in, apparent to kiss you.

Was this really happening? The man you’ve been striving for for almost three years? It couldn’t be. You jumped up.

“Don’t.” you said, stepping back.


“You’re my best friend Rob; I don’t need you to pity me.”

“Do you really think that low of me to believe that I would actually do something like that?” asked Rob, both surprised yet slightly offended. You didn’t really know what to say to that.

“God, Y/N. I wish you would have told me sooner. I wish you didn’t stay by my side when I was obsessed with that random girl. I wish you would have given me a slap in the face and maybe then I would have realized sooner. But no, I didn’t realize it till a year later.”

You looked down at your feet, crossing your arms in solace.

“Realize what?”

Rob stepped forward, using one arm to hold you against him and using the other to again lift up your chin. He leaned down, pressing his lips against yours, giving you the thing you’ve been waiting years for.

Eventually, he stepped back, looking directly into your eyes. You looked into his.

“I’m in love with you too.”

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Tagging @dont-hate-relate-pls and @88dragon06 because twitter lol. 

Scoundrel (Rob Benedict x reader)

Characters: Rob Benedict, Reader

Word Count: 1,052

Summary: Just a little drabble…reader works on the SPN set and attracts Rob’s attention by doing her hair like Princess Leia. 

Originally posted by hunters-hiraeth

   It was one day after Carrie Fisher had passed away so in her honor, Y/N put her long Y/H/C hair up for work in the famous Princess Leia buns. She used a shitload of bobby pins, more than she had ever had in her hair at one time but it was worth it. Everyone she worked with said her hair looked cute, even the older lady who always found something to gripe about.
      Y/N worked on the set of Supernatural as a Best Girl Grip. She had been with the show since it started and was damn good at her job. There had been murmurs that she would be promoted to Gaffer but she didn’t want that; she was content with her job. Especially when it got her close to Rob Benedict, the actor who played God/Chuck Shurley, on the show. Y/N had been nursing a crush on him since he started on the show almost eight years ago. Whenever she realized that shed been mooning over him for such a long time, she would feel idiotic and start to troll dating sites. Nothing ever worked out, though, and she would end up back at square one, desperately trying to think of a good reason to approach Rob and strike up a conversation.
      There was one day that Rob had finished shooting his scene early but stuck around for some unknown reason. They ended up discussing a cornucopia of subjects, including music. She asked him what his favorite band was and he surprised her by saying Pavement, a band she hadn’t heard of. Y/N prided herself on being uber knowledgable about music so she said she would check them out after work. That night, she was shocked to find a Facebook message from him telling her which songs to start with. The fact that he remembered their conversation meant the world to her. She ended up downloading most of their discography and she listened to it whenever she could, hoping he would ask her about it. Sadly, he hadn’t. It was almost as if the conversation never happened.
     Today had started out bad and progressed to worse; Y/N was having an issue with a lighting rig that refused to co-operate. She had exactly two hours to get it working before it was time to film. She was so stressed and aggravated that she didn’t see Rob walk onto the set. It wasn’t until he cleared his throat that she looked up, a scowl on her face that disappeared quickly when she saw him. “Oh, hey,” she managed. He was in street clothes: black jeans, sneakers, and a black button-down shirt with the sleeves rolled up. His blue eyes twinkled as he smiled at her.
      “You,” he said, pointing at her, “look super cute today.”
      “Thanks,” she beamed, her stomach suddenly a convention of butterflies. He raised his eyebrows at her before walking away towards wardrobe. A grin that had a life of it’s own spread across Y/N’s face. She couldn’t focus on the amazing comment for too long, however, as her time was running out.  She tinkered and cussed for at least an hour before she heard, “You need some help,” from behind her.
       “No, I’m good. Thanks,” Y/N answered tersely without looking to see who was speaking. She went to hook up the wires she had been working on but the mystery man stepped forward, blocking it with his body. She was shocked when she saw it was Rob. She narrowed her eyes in confusion. “What are you doing?”
       “Come on, admit it. Sometimes you think I’m all right.” Y/N had to bite her lip to hide her smile as she recognized the Han Solo line from Empire Strikes Back. 
        “Occasionally, maybe,” she replied. Rob’s wide grin almost made her break character but she forged ahead, “when you’re not acting like a scoundrel.”
       “Scoundrel? Scoundrel?” Rob moved closer to her and his smile got bigger, more devilish. “I like the sound of that.” He took another step towards her and she involuntarily stepped back, her back hitting the cold metal shelf behind her. She shivered as a chill ran through her.
       “You’re trembling,” he told her, reaching out and capturing her hand in his.
       “I’m not trembling.”
       “Maybe it’s because I’m a scoundrel.” Rob leaned in, his voice getting husky. Y/N was torn between staying where she was and seeing how this played out or ducking and running. “There aren’t enough scoundrels in your life.”    
        “I happen to like nice men.” She barely got the line out; her heart was pounding and her mouth was dry.
        “I’m a nice man.” He was leaning closer, his ocean colored eyes on hers.
        “No, you’re not, you’re…” She stopped because in the movie that was where Han kissed Leia. But Rob didn’t kiss her. He just continued to stare at her. “Okay, maybe you are a nice ma-“ He moved so fast, Y/N didn’t see it coming. His lips were on hers in a hard kiss and his arms circled around her body, pulling her closer. She kept expecting someone to come over and interrupt them a’la C3P0 but no one did. The kiss grew deeper and she found her hands sliding up the back of his neck and into his hair. She moaned against his lips and he let his tongue find hers.
       When he finally pulled away to breathe, she looked up at him. He smiled down at her, licking his bottom lip. “You taste like mint,” he pointed out.
       “You taste like scotch.” Rob laughed. “Yeah, I might have had a shot or two before I came over. Glad I did, though, or I never would have had the courage to go through with that.”
       “Then I’m glad you did, too,” Y/N beamed, her hand still entwined in his thick, curly hair. Her face burned where his beard has rubbed against her skin but she didn’t mind at all.
       “So…” Rob chuckled and stepped back, rubbing the hand he still held with his thumb. “I’m gonna let you get back to finishing this but…can I take you to dinner tonight when we’re all done?”
       “I would love that,” she answered.
       “I know,” he smirked as he walked away.

Surprise - Part 1 (Dedication for Rob Benedict’s Birthday Today!)

Pairing: Rob Benedict x reader
Word Count: 3,498
Warnings: fluff, drinking, surprises, smut
Authors: Sam, @totallysupernaturaloneshots​ (Becca), @crowley-you-sinnamon-roll​ (Caitlyn)
Request: This anonymous request was passed onto me by @totallysupernaturaloneshots​ — reader is Rich’s sister and has known Rob for a while. One night after a party at Rich’s, Rob confesses his feelings for her and it ends up in some cute smut ;).
A/N: I was so excited to write this! It was a lot of fun! There will definitely be more parts to this!

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so i’m back from minncon!! or rather ROB PLS LET ME LIVE…CON

so to start out, i’ll explain this con’s comic a little better! after the SNS, i stayed around for quite a while talking and meeting up with friends i haven’t seen in a long time! it was really great, until security kicked us out at about 1AM. i lamented and realized i had no one to walk back with, but the trek was only about a block away, so i figured “eyyy, what could happen in that time”

…and then about 2/3 of the way there, i thought i was being abducted by the government because of a GIGANTIC shiny black SUV that was approaching me. TURNS OUT it wasn’t the gov’t, swain was actually headed back at the same time i was! i was spotted and shouted at, and bid farewell by the band. SO I LIVED! and i told them they scared the shit outta me the following afternoon bc i thought The Man was after me and billy said i deserved to have nice things shouted at me from strange vehicles. i then died

ALSO, I DID AS I PROMISED. i got rob’s auto, brought him god’n’gabe 3, and told him in exchange i wanted to know if it was cool to get a Robert Patrick Benedict original piece. a stick rob. HE WAS SO EXCITED, THOROUGHLY AGREED, AND ONE-UPPED ME BY MAKING IT MORE THAN A STICK MAN. he also walked me through his process, said it was all in the way he adds his beard, and told me if i needed any art lessons to give him a call. i told him i was honored 

AND SPEAKING OF AWFUL THINGS, i’d heard the photographer good mr. schmelke needed to talk to me, and it was literally just to shut me down in compliment form. he insisted we take a selfie, and we proceeded to make fun of my shitty phone. and i got a swain op with @truebluecas THAT WAS A MESS. a mess. we wanted to do the End of Song Rock Jump ™ but strob couldn’t nail the jump timing. we decided on a jump on silent 3, did 3 takes, got a workout, and 3 hilarious photo prints out of it. my face, you guys. it says it all

so in as short as possible, the rest of the con was great. i asked bri about the cat that sharted on her, and got the 1st q of the koc panel! turns out a composer from spn is helping on the OST for the show YEA!! i livetweeted stephen norton messing around during the entirety of J3′s panels, but i spent about 85% of my time vending. which, btw, EVERY SINGLE BOOK SOLD OUT. so that’s incredible. and it was so great to see so many of you in person. seriously. thank you for everything.

road tripping with @neven-ebrez and @benny-la-phat was a BLAST (despite my incredibly telling and embarrassing sunburn + 3 near-death experiences i was surprisingly calm during) and i roomed with all sorts of fantastic people i’m happy to call friends now. they found out i REALLY love cake.

SORRY THIS WAS SO LONG-WINDED, but honestly, to everyone that stopped by and visited me, bought things, gave me freakin’ hAND-MADE GIFTS, OR just wanted a hug–thank you. you made this con, per usual. i hadn’t been feeling so hot lately, but i can’t deny it, none of you picked me up from it. no, you THREW me from it. i am eternally grateful!!

Because Awkward

Pairing: Rob Benedict x Reader
Words: 1093
Requested by @sammyxorae:  Ok so can you write a one shot with rob benedict x reader where they both like eachother but they’re both really awkward about it, and then one day they finally confess and get caught making out by richard who starts teasing them about it? Thank you! 

Originally posted by personal-boogeyman

You were sitting in the middle of the floor backstage at the con, giggling at Rob telling a random story that had happened on set during the previous season. You couldn’t stop watching him and laughing. Everything he said made you laugh. And if you weren’t listening and laughing, you were watching him from afar. But those times were okay too because when you looked at him, he was always looking back at you.

           “Rob, we need you on stage,” one of the crew said.

           Rob stood up, “Guess that’s my cue. Umm … Y/N, you could watch … if you want. You don’t have to or anything.”

           You smiled up at him, “I always watch you. I mean, the band,” you stammered, “I umm … I like the music.”

           “Awesome,” he smiled, holding out his hand to help you stand up from the floor, “I like that you like it.”

           “You two are worse than middle schoolers,” Richard teased, walking by Rob to go to the stage.

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Gym Crush

Pairing: RobxReader

Summary: You’ve been seeing that cute/hot guy at the gym pretty often. What if he likes you too? 

Warnings: Swearing? 

Tags: @welcome-to-awesometown, @dont-hate-relate-pls, @thatone67chevyimpala, @amazinggraceinwonderland, @gabriels-trix, @laffytaffyhumor

You two met at the gym.

Well, you didn’t exactly meet him there. You and him had the same trainer, and it just happened that your sessions and his were following each other’s. So everytime you walked on the gym for warm-ups, you caught a few seconds of this man’s perfect body. His arms that were so muscular, so fine. The kind that was chiselled by hours of intense training. The ones you tried desperately to achieve.

It had only been a couple months. You could see the results on your body, but it wasn’t as there as it was for that guy. Your stomach wasn’t as delicious as his was, when he lifted up his shirt to dry up his forehead. Because that looked gorgeous, that muscled flesh and those hipbones. Well. Maybe you had a thing for hip bones but when you saw his, you knew why.

Also, fantastical blue eyes. Like the most charming, soft, sweet, perfect pair of freaking blue eyes you had ever seen. And your ex had blue eyes. But hers were nothing compared to his. So yeah, maybe you had a bit of a (huge) crush on that guy you saw every other day at training. And maybe you were asking your trainer questions about him from time to time, trying to get his name, anything.

You found out his name was Rob Benedict. Benedict because it was written on the schedule (you had flirted with the girl at the reception enough to get a glance at it), and Rob because you had heard the trainer call him that.

Rob Benedict. It suited him, undeniably. You often tried to talk to him but he just said hi and usually hurried to the showers, and you understood why. So instead of talking to him directly, you googled him. And oh.

You learned so many things. His divorce, his career, his band, everything. He was older than you thought he was, but you didn’t mind. You listened to his music, and after a few hours, decided that this man was probably a God. He was too fucking perfect to be human. He wouldn’t probably even see you though. You were just another girl, just another face, desperate to get in some type of shape because you had promised your best friend. Stupid bet you had lost, after drinking a little too much.

But now you had met him. But he hadn’t met you.

Rob Benedict, you thought, as you closed the locker of the gym changing room, entering your code and walking towards the main room. You were humming one of his songs (one of the most recent ones), when you walked into the room that smelled like sweat and people. You were used to it by now, but it was still sometimes making you wince.

He was there. Of course he was. Dead-lifting something. Of course, he often was doing that, and he looked gorgeous. As usual. You hated this new found obsession of yours. He would never notice you. You were too common. He was a freaking actor, and musician, and he was freaking good at both. People loved him. How many girls wanted him?

You stretched, trying to distract yourself from looking at him, but you couldn’t. You were probably acting like a creep. At least you weren’t simply staring anymore. You just sneaked out some glances. You really started focusing on yourself and your own warm-ups when you heard the trainer calling Rob’s session off. That meant it was your turn.

You were sitting on the floor finishing off when two feet and a hand entered your field of vision. Well. You took the end and were hoisted up to stand. “Thanks.” You mumbled, voice fading to nothingness when you realized who had helped you out.

“It’s nothing.” His voice was slightly high, but not too much. It wasn’t just as low as most guys you knew. It was soft too. He seemed to be slightly out of breath and tired from the exercise. You didn’t know how long his session was, but you understood anyway. His eyes were even more breath-taking up close.

“You’re Greg’s customer before me, right?” You asked, trying to appear casual. Trying to appear as if you hadn’t spent the last month ogling him. He chuckled and nodded.

“Yeah. He just did quite a number on me. Good luck.” He grinned. “I’m Rob.” He added after a second. You knew. You knew too many things about him.

“Y/N.” You grinned and checked your hair tie. He looked down for a second, as if trying to find the courage to say something. You felt it at the back of your tongue, the way he seemed to searching for words.

“So… “ He started. You raised an eyebrow when he stopped again. He had a soft chuckle, his hand rubbing at the back of his neck, obviously a little embarrassed. “I… Would you mind going out with me for drinks one of these days?” He asked.

That was a complete surprise and left you gaping for a moment. He had noticed you. He was asking you out. You! He looked a little sad when you didn’t answer, but suddenly you grinned widely at him.

“Of course! I was gonna… ask you the same, actually.” You didn’t say you had been trying to find the courage for at least a week. You didn’t say you thought he’d never even realize you existed. You scrambled for your phone and gave it to him. “Here. Just give me your number. I’ll text you so we can… see how it works.”

Calloused fingertips brushed against your hand as he took the phone, typing in his number? You sneaked a glance at his chest, the way it expanded under the tight gym tshirt with each breath. You smiled and licked at your lips not really consciously when he gave the device back.

“So… I guess I’ll text you later after Greg’s done with me?” You said softly, and he nodded. He seemed pretty happy when it came to the development of today’s training session. You were too.

“Yeah, please do. That’ll be awesome. I guess… I’ll see you soon. And… talk to you later.” He grinned and walked off, disappearing in the changing room soon after.

The trainer had a little smirk when you walked to him, putting your stuff down. He had seen that thing developing for weeks. Rob asking for things about you, and you asking about him. The way the man just turned around a little to check you out in a not-so-discreet manner when you walked out of the changing rooms every time. How you did the same when he walked out of the main room.

“Quit daydreaming about your date, Y/N. Let’s get to work.”


Part 4 to my Rob x Reader series! (It’s probably a bit too late to say this, but obviously Rob is single in this series. No wife or kids. Okay? Lol.)

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 right here, lovies!

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Author: @totallysupernaturaloneshots

Word Count: 2,286

Characters: Rob x Reader, Grayson

Pairing: Rob x Reader

Warnings: Just an overall sadness, really. Mentions of blood and violence. Maybe some angst at the end as well.

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Summary: The day of the reader’s best friend’s funeral has finally arrived.

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(I can’t get over how adorable he is, okay?!)

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Snapchat - Part 1

Pairing: Osric x reader
Word count: 1,135
Warnings: None
Authors: Sam and Brittiny @crowleysplaythings
Authors Note: So this is my very first fanfiction! I collaborate with Brittiny and I’m so happy that she helped me! I welcome all feedback and positive criticism!
Summary: Your grad classes just ended and you’re bored out of your mind. Since you have Snapchat, you decided to add the members of Supernatural to see what they’ve been up to. You send a picture to a cast member with no hopes of them responding, but low and behold, one of them do. Which leads to something more.

You’ve been lounging around the last couple of days since your first year of graduate school ended, and now it was summer. Most of your friends were either working full-time at other places or went on vacation. Except you. You couldn’t have a full-time job because your graduate assistantship paid for your tuition and stated no outside job, so with that said, you were stuck at home… at your parent’s house.

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SeaCon VIP Experience.

I was lucky enough to win an auction for a VIP experience at SeaCon and had no real idea about what it would be like. Thanks to @spnbitchnomore and @theoverlordmisha for getting back to me when I had questions as well as a user on youtube (who I have no idea how to message back there, I’m sorry!). The convention held about 1900 people and I was one of ten VIPs. We were given a conference room to ourselves, our own coordinator who took us places and helped us keep organized, ordered lunch for us, and was overall an amazing woman. The VIP distinction came with front of the line perks for everything, a swag bag, as well as getting to meet all thirteen actors who were there from the show. They ranged from people who have been in just a couple of episodes to stars Jared and Jensen.

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Convention Karaoke

Pairing: Osric x reader
Word count: 3,354

Warnings: kissing, fluffy stuff, anxiety (a little bit), someone gets hit in the head (if that counts), a little more heavy kissing, did I mention fluffy stuff? Like stuffed animals. 

Authors: Sam and Brittiny @crowleysplaythings
Authors note: Eeek! Second part! I’m hoping everyone is liking it so far! I know it’s a bit long, but I promise, it’s totally worth it! I really think there isn’t enough out there about Osric!

Summary: You go to the convention and meet Osric. In fact, you meet the entire cast and are invited to sing on stage for Karaoke with your favorite band! Osric and you are getting closer and you’re making great new friends.

Time felt like it was going so slow as you waited for this Friday’s convention to come. You couldn’t stop thinking about Osric, as you were a huge fan of Kevin Tran from his show Supernatural. You and Osric had been texting non-stop and you were so excited to finally meet each other. Although it had been only a few days, you felt this deep connection with him that you hadn’t felt since your last relationship. The way Osric was making you feel was more than words could explain. You two talked about so many different things, you learned that he loved to travel, and he learned that you loved to sing. What makes this whole trip even more exciting, and even more nerve-racking was that he said he had a surprise for you after you told him you could sing. With this thought in mind, you couldn’t come up with any idea of what he could be doing.

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Lovely interview with Amanda Abbington in The Times (no spoilers for Sherlock)

Edit: There are NO SPOILERS in this article. What appears to be spoilers halfway through is a joke as highlighted in the article itself. However there is a comment in the final paragraph which may be construed as a spoiler so the averse may wish to avoid.

Edit 2: Given the confusion over the fake spoilers Andrew Billen includes midway through this article as well as what may or indeed may not be a spoiler in the final paragraph please do NOT read before seeing His Last Vow if you are concerned about spoilers. I cannot stress this enough.

She’s a surprise hit playing Mrs Watson next to real-life partner Martin Freeman. But Sherlock fanatics weren’t keen

Sherlock, that almost dangerous TV cult, specialises in the big reveal, the surprise that poleaxes, the twist that rocks. This season, however, the most pleasant shock of them all has been Amanda Abbington. When we read that the 39-year-old best known as the head of accessories in Mr Selfridge had been cast as Dr Watson’s bride and, furthermore, that she was the long-term partner of Martin Freeman who plays him, here was a case we could all solve. A relatively unknown comic actress had been promoted to the level of her own incompetence. A crime had been committed and the motive, my dear Watson, was nepotism.

As so often, Sherlock wrong-footed us. Abbington is terrific as Mary Watson, shining brightly between the glory that is Benedict Cumberbatch’s Holmes and the reflected glory that is Freeman’s Watson. She adds emotion and humanity to a cerebral, sometimes cold, drama and her own brand of working-class intelligence and wit. Sherloc k’s showrunners, Steven Moffat and Mark Gatiss, surely know what they have got in her. In tomorrow’s season finale, she features even more prominently than at last week’s wedding. Viewers will weep as she miscarries after being kidnapped by the sexually frustrated Mycroft and then thrill to her eleventh-hour rescue by Sherlock, in drag. That, incidentally, is not a plot spoiler. It’s a lie.

When we meet in a grand hotel convenient for Baker Street, Abbington, who turns out to be brunette rather than a Mary Pickford blonde like Mrs Watson, is not dressed in Mary’s Jane Bourvis wedding dress. She wears a black cashmere jumper, jeans and a pair of old Trickers boots, the outfit of a jobbing actor whose career, to put it mildy, has known lows as well as highs. In 2010 she won, for example, a lead role in ITV’s Married Single Other, “the next Cold Feet”, but it was cancelled. Ten years before there festered 18 months with no work at all. She has got through “seven or eight” agents — “a rough, ballpark figure,” she deadpans. She is one of those overnight sensations 20 years in the making. She looks happy, but a little relieved, like someone who has achieved a lucky escape.

“When I told everybody I was playing Mary, there was a small group of people who wanted me dead,” she says. “And the problem, I think, with Twitter and anything like that is that it’s very easy to bully people because you’re behind a computer screen. So I got, ‘She should just die. How dare she play Mary Morstan? How dare she!’”

They were not talking about the character but her? “Yes, but apparently it’s quite common, issuing blasé death threats to people.

She should just die? “Yes, she should just f-off and die.”

What was their problem? “I think they take the John and Sherlock storyline so seriously that they wouldn’t want anyone coming between them.”

There seems, I say, to be an almost subconscious desire among viewers for those two to end up in bed together. “I know, there really is. On the one hand I can sort of understand it, but on the other hand, I don’t really. They bounce off each other so well on screen that I think it’s inevitable people go, ‘Oh, they must love each other.’ But it’s like a very brotherly love. I don’t think it’s a sexual thing, at all.”

The only precedent that comes to my mind is the wilder fantasies of One Direction fans who speculate that the boy band members are sleeping with each other because that is easier to take than the thought they might have girlfriends. I wondered what she thought of all the whooping and screaming during a public screening of the first episode of season three just before Christmas.

“I’m really glad that people love it that much. But there is a tiny fanatical aspect to it. It is a very small strain of fans. The majority are lovely, but there is a small component that are insane, that, I think, are genuinely quite mad about it. You just have to keep very careful about what you say because anything can ignite that passion with them.”

Did it get to her? Was she frightened? “No because I had a feeling about who these people were and I knew it wasn’t in any way properly threatening. I imagined if I met these people in real life they wouldn’t want to kill me.”

Happily, in any case, as soon as the first episode aired, the trolling ceased. Less happily, she knows the difference between real and virtual bullying. Brought up an only child in North London by her cab driver father John, and his wife Patsy, a cleaner (“she’ll hate me for calling her that”), she had a hard time being bullied at primary school, mainly because she was short — although she would grow to a respectable 5ft 4in, just 2½in shorter than Freeman.

“I didn’t tell anyone for ages. Eventually it just got unbearable and my mum went round and banged on one of their doors and said, ‘If your child ever does anything like that to my daughter again, I won’t be responsible for my actions.’ This girl was just relentless: picking on me and shoving me, putting my PE kit in the bin, taking my packed lunches every day. It was just constant chipping away.”

Today her great protector is Freeman, who sometimes wades in on Twitter to defend the jokes on @chimpsinsocks (Abbington’s Twitter handle) and declares their author “awesome” if she is having a hard time from Sherlock nuts. They almost met twice before, once on a series, once at a party, and then, when they did, on the set of Channel 4’s controversial series Men Only in 2000, they fell in love. Neither had met anyone who could make them laugh so much. They moved in together within months and now have two children, Joe, 8, and Grace, 4. They have never married except on screen (twice beforeSherlock, actually). Grace would like it if they did, and she does not rule it out.

“We have fiery rows and they’re great. It clears the air and then you’re fine,” she says, explaining Freeman and she do not have identical world views. He, for instance, is the stricter parent. Where there is no conflict is over their careers. This is remarkable since almost as soon as they met, The Office happened sending Freeman’s career skyward while she entered 18 months without a call-back. At the now defunct drama school in Hitchin she attended — after her hopes of a career in dancing were scuppered by a groin injury — she never dreamt of stardom.

“He was actually very sweet because he’d always say, ‘Is there a part in this for my girlfriend?’ but there wasn’t. I can’t remember what the break was where it happened. I think it was probably 20 Things to do Before You’re 30 I did with Mathew Horne. I think that was where it started to happen again.”

As for how she won the Sherlock part, she owns up to the allegations of nepotism rather than resisting. “I was saying this to Mark Gatiss the other day: ‘I’ve been with Martin for 13 years. We can have a slight bit of nepotism. That’s fine. I’ve worked hard and I’ve been out of work a lot and I’ve worked a lot. A little bit of nepotism every now and again is OK.’ ”

She and Freeman were watching The Hound of the Baskervilles at Gatiss’s place and he had said he wanted to talk to them both about Mary Morstan, Watson’s fiancée. She thought he was looking for casting advice. When he said they wanted her, she wept not only at the “honour” but at knowing they would be sharing working time as a couple after 18 months in which he had been away for up to four months at a stretch in New Zealand filming The Hobbit.

“He’s been on his own for a long time and I’ve been in this family unit. just the three of us, for a long time, so the dynamic changes, it just does. And you have to sort that out and get back into some sort of equilibrium again.”

Did they know their relationship was strong enough to survive? “Yes. I mean, it was tough, and we’re never going to do that again. We’re never going to go that long apart again because it’s not good. It’s not healthy. We both said, ‘You can see why people have affairs.’ You can totally understand why you do, because you miss the person that you love. Luckily we both don’t agree with that at all. We’re both very faithful to each other.”

Freeman returned in the spring just as Amanda was entering a crisis of her own making. The Inland Revenue had asked her to declare herself bankrupt after she failed to meet a tax demand. She had put money aside to pay but had dipped into it during another lean spell. The insolvency was annulled after Martin, reputedly on millions for playing Bilbo Baggins, wrote her a cheque. She is now paying him back. (He is not as well paid as the papers think, she says.) She is terrible with money but not profligate. They eat at a Pizza Express near their home in Hertfordshire.

“I was deeply ashamed, deeply ashamed that it had got that far. It’s taught me to save and it’s taught me to think of the future and it’s taught me to be terrified of the tax man because he never goes away.

So 2013 was the year she played a leading role in Mr Selfridge and joined the best television drama of the decade. It was also the year she had her assets frozen and endured unhappy separations from the father of her children? “I know. Professionally it was amazing. Personally it was one of the hardest ever.”

Freeman, she understands, is the star now —he is off the day after we meet to film the TV version of the Coen Bros Fargo in Canada — even if she cannot quite reconcile that fact with the man who takes the rubbish out to the bin. Yet this is her moment too. This month she returns as jilted Josie in ITV’s Mr Selfridge and with a juicy plot line. Moffat and Gatiss’s whim of steel notwithstanding, she will be in more Sherlock and, she thinks, we will not have to wait another two years. What else would she like? To play Lady Macbeth, compete inStrictly and get a cameo on Doctor Who, she says, letting rip a little and at last.

“I don’t,” she says, “want to just do this and fade into obscurity again.” Something, my dear Watson, tells me that is not going to happen

Keira Knightley - Cover Story - Elle UK July 2014 (Full Interview)

A surprising confession: before I even turn on my dictaphone, after a day spent observing her in front of the camera, I like Keira Knightley enormously. I didn’t expect to like her so much. While I have admired her - aesthetically and professionally - I have never really warmed to her on screen or in interviews, so I didn’t expect I would fall for her to such an extent in real life.

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IT is hard to convey to someone who just doesn’t “get it“, just how much an event like Sherlocked can give a girl like me.

“It is just a TV show”, they said. “It’s nothing more than paid-for stalking,” they imply. Do I care what they think? Nope. Because what’s just happened will stay with me for the rest of my life.

I paid out for a gold pass and it was perfect, in my opinion, for a busy and rewarding convention experience. I know people who got a basic weekend pass and loved it equally, so there really was something for everyone.

As a first-time foray into the world of convention, I thought it was bloody brilliant. There were a few things I would probably change for future events, but overall, I came away realising I didn’t have any time where I did not have something to do or see, in fact I didn’t eat at all while the event was going on.

I really liked the picture experience, and particularly the dance music which played in Photo Booth 1 which really ramped up the atmosphere and excitement. I was worried I would look stupid, but I came away happy with all but one of them! The joy shone through my goofiness I think. I got oodles of cuddles, lots of silliness and even Rupert Graves shouting “NOT REALLY” in my ear.

And then there was Benedict. I had my drawing to give him, but there didn’t appear to be a gift table as I had been told there probably would be. So, I chanced it, and got ready to give it to him at the photo. No one stopped me, and I couldn’t believe it. The conversation between us was a bit of a ramble, but he looked at it for some time, and said he loved it. He asked if I would like to have it in our photo, so we did. He was wonderful, and charming, and I feel so lucky to have had this opportunity.

Minutes later, I saw him very briefly again, as I was lucky enough to have a group photo with my dear friends Linda and Sheridan, which was FANTASTIC! And then it was time for the talk. It was very interesting, Benedict was jovial and happy although I later found out he was really unwell. The fact he didn’t cancel was nothing short of a miracle, let alone fulfil his thousands of obligations.

Anyway, I stuck my hand up for a questions. I still don’t know why. And I got picked. What followed is so embarrassing.

Me: “Hello, I’m Clare and I’m from the Isle of Wight.”

Benedict: “Where are you Clare? Oh, there you are, hello Clare.”

Me: “Hello darling.”


He laughed, said he married on the Island. I asked my question and he gave me a long and interesting answer - it felt like we were the only people in the room for a split second :)

After that, Saturday was a blur but we ended it with a great group pic in Mycroft’s Office with my girls Bex, Ollie and Claire.

Sunday was more relaxed, and Mark and Andrew’s talk was one of the highlights with so much comedy. Una, Lara and Loo were next up and that was, again, a joy. Sunday was my friend Claire’s day. She got to meet Lara and her reaction was just amazing.

I treated myself to some extra autographs with Andrew, Una and Lars, signing the drawing I had had done. To have Andrew ask if I was a professional, and to have Louis Moffat ask to take a picture of it, was a real honour.

The weekend ended with me getting three hugs, an autograph and a “you tit” from Loo Brealey who I really love so much.

I never wanted it to end. And not because I wanted more of what I’ve just written. I wanted more time with a band of ladies (and one chap…that’s you super Thom) who aren’t just friends, they are kindred spirits, brought together by a show and some actor, who knows not who were are, but who, through his work, has enriched our lives exponentially.

This was my first EVER girlie weekend away with friends. I am almost 34. It’s taken me this long to find out who I really am. And it is thanks, in many ways, to them. To their spirit, their love, their support and their joy. I have a bright corner in my heart for them always. And to be able to have all we did this weekend, together, was hella magic. 

As James Kimberly Griffith said: “You know, if this was heaven, I’d be pretty fucking chuffed.”

anonymous asked:

You must have noticed quite a few fans turn their back on BC for his recent comments about not really giving a shit about fans, what do you think?

That’s interesting.. I’m not really sure anything has changed from a general fan POV? Is this happening? 

I dunno man…. I think fan culture has changed so much and a lot of people are used to their support being praised. I know that a musician or a band is NOTHING without their fans, but the same cannot be said for actors, i don’t think. And BC for sure, has a very different kind of following, like what you would normally get for a band like One Direction, it’s quite intense and has a large presence online etc which the media play up to, and most of the time not in the best way. Bands rely on their fans to help them succeed. To buy their merch is pretty much helping them pay for the petrol in their shitty touring van and a dinner if they’re lucky. If Benedict is involved with a film that flops or involved with something that we don’t go and see, he still gets paid. And people make that effort and it’s people’s personal choice to run blogs, or whatever else, no one asked them.. Anyway, I think that perhaps a lot more is expected of him… 

You gotta remember, he hasn’t actually said he doesn’t “give a shit about his fans”. When did people quickly forget the audio clip of him making sure, before an interview, that he goes to meet some fans that had been waiting for him for ages as he cared about their welfare because they’d been waiting so long? On the contrary, he’s said he appreciates fans support. On numerous occasions. What he has said, that seems to have rustled a few feather as far as i can see, is that his fiancée is his priority. And that’s as it should be - he has someone else to think about in his life, his other half. Anyone in a relationship can tell you you can’t exactly make decisions without thinking of that person. I don’t know why that needs to be twisted. His attitude to fans has not changed. The last time i met him it was as concordant as it was the first time. 

I also think that it’s like listening to an album you shred solidly for 2 weeks, you probs need to listen to something else after a while, right? You’ve probably seen people get tired of the never-ending, Oscar-bound Weinstein PR machine. People get tired and press tours are as boring for us as they are for those out there doing it, playing that all important game.

At the end of the day, he still has a gigantic amount of love and support, support that will still be behind him cheering for him come award season and are still gunna get on that plane, that train, whatever, and travel to watch him fuck shit up with Hammers next year. This is a roller coaster for all of us, and you just gotta take it all with a pinch of salt man, that’s all it is :)

And i definitely type waffled, sorry. 

Karl Urban at 'Destination Star Trek', Germany

I’m not going to write an extensive report of the con weekend, I will just list some snippets and highlights that I still remember. (I’m sure there will be video or audio recordings of the whole talk panels and Q&A’s soon anyway)

- When asked which of his roles was his personal favourite, Karl said it was tough to pick one fave out of all the characters he has played so far. He compared it to picking a favourite child of yours, which you can’t do because you love all of them equally. Then he said, if he really HAS to narrow it down, his favourites are Bones, Dredd and John Kennex.

- He said that the role of Bones stuck with him for a long time even after the filming was over and he had problems to actually let the character go. His wife would catch him having occassional ‘McCoy moments.’

- Of course he told the Neutron Cream prank and also again the story of how Viggo Mortensen pranked him by calling his agent and pretending to be him (with the red socks), and how he got Viggo Mortensen back (with that goat farm in Segovia.) He also told the story of when he said he’d pay the whole bill for the Star Trek cast get-together at the hotel and then just wrote down a random room number and it turned out it was Chris Pine’s room.

- He confirmed that it is true that he was detained at the Dubai airport because he was playing around with his Enterprise toyship, as told by Chris Pine and Zach Quinto.

- When a fan asked him to please sing “Row Row Row Your Boat” he did it and it didn’t sound that bad actually. (Better than this one time when he tried to sing a Beatles song anyway lol)

- A fan asked him, if he had to pick one of the characters he portrayed so far to take with him to live on Mars and be the only two people that lived there, which one would he pick - except for Bones, because he was already experienced in living in outer space so that would be cheating. He thought about this quite a bit and went through all his characters and was like “Man, I played a lot of killers, I wouldn’t take those guys with me…” In the end he settled for John Kennex because he said John is fun and it would be entertaining to have him by his side. Then he asked the fan: “Who would you pick?” She said: “Bones!” And Karl yelled into the mic: “You’re such a hypocrite!!” So funny.

- His favourite Bones scene is the one in the TOS movies, where Bones beames aboard and sports this huge beard and the huge bling necklace. He kind of spontaneously played out the little scene for us, first doing Kirk’s “Bones! There’s a THING out there!” and then in his McCoy voice: “Why is any object we don’t understand always called 'a thing’?!” Crowd went nuts.

- He talked about working on RED and told the story about Ernest Borgnine that he had also told on Jimmy Kimmel (with Bruce Willis.) So we got to see and hear the whole “I masturbate! Twice a day!” thing live on stage.

- His favourite movies are “One Flew Over the Cuckoo’s Nest”, “Bullitt”, “No Country For Old Men”, “Miller’s Crossing” and “Blade Runner”

- Every now and then he would just blurt out random German sayings and phrases, and it made everybody laugh. Also, he tried to make his speech at the opening ceremony in German but sometimes he had to mix with English when he was at a loss for words. He really put a lot of effort in it, that was cool.

- During Karl’s first Q&A, Gates McFadden (Dr. Beverly Crusher from Star Trek The Next Generation) actually lined up to ask a question at the mic, lol, it was so cool! Unfortunately I didn’t really get what exactly she asked (I think it was something about Dr. Crusher and Bones, and if Karl remembered a certain episode she thought was great; Maybe the one where TOS Bones had his cameo appearance on TNG, but don’t quote me on that, better wait for some audio recordings or a report of someone who has better memory of this moment.) It didn’t last long, she just kind of dropped by, but it was such a sweet moment and you could tell that she was getting along with Karl really well, they were like chuckling and in the end Karl was like “Wow, GATES MC FADDEN EVERONE!!!” and she got lots of applause. (There’s also this cute pic from her twitter floating around, that they took backstage at the con. Too cute! Spacey doctors!)

- A fan asked Karl what was on his bucket list, and he misheard the question and made an awesome Excuse me?!-face and asked back: “What’s on my fuck-it-list???” (Of course, when he later answered the actual question, it was the lovely answer we’d all expect from Karl. He wants to travel the world, be with his family as much as possible, and just laugh more and as much as possible.)

- One of his fave bands are The Rolling Stones, he was getting really excited when he talked about seeing them live. He loves to listen to live music in a crowd, going to concerts and gigs. He totally gushed over New Zealand singer Lorde.

- He doesn’t know yet if there will be another season of Almost Human. He’s got possible new projects waiting in the wings but he’s still waiting for the info if AH will continue or not. He said he’d love to make more Almost Human, but he also would be happy to go for the other new projects.

- He mentioned Michael Ealy several times, always praising him and telling us what a great guy he is.

- He talked about Benedict Cumberbatch and that he’s such a great actor. He admired his performance, specifically the way he could make the audience empathize with Khan first, and then switch to becoming this 'terrifying monster’. He also said that he thought this was a parallel to the original Khan in the TOS movie.

- He confirmed that they will start shooting the new Star Trek by the end of this year. WOOT!

On Moffat and what he said.


Moffat: Whereas all of Sherlock’s emotion on the rooftop when he’s talking to John in “The Reichenbach Fall” is completely faked — he’s just trying to give his friend a bad time so he’ll be in an emotional state to believe what’s about to happen — the emotion when Sherlock turns up to Molly in that episode and says “I need you,” I mean, it’s amazing everyone didn’t just get it right there. For God’s sake, what do you think he’s thinking about? 

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