benedict cumberbatch*

Things I'd like to see BC do in his upcoming projects...

The Current War; Edison’s dark side. Whilst he wasn’t necessarily a monster, he went for the jugular on Tesla. The underhand dealings, the electrocutions, and eventually the loss to his rivals. And how it really damaged his ego…

Rogue Male: escape after being horribly beaten at the closely-guarded dictator’s house in France, flees into the country, bloodied, broken and near unconscious but still in control of the hunt… and the paranoiac cat and mouse game in the UK countryside. i really hope they make this a contemporary adaptaton. 

The Child In Time; losing Kate in the supermarket (of course). The whole scene from the idyllic early morning near-sex with Julie, tickling Kate’s tummy to the shattering realisation at the check-out and his screaming her name and ending up in a daze. and then waking Julie up to tell her…

Melrose; if Benedict plays the 20-something Patrick (and he should! he easily got away with Hamlet and as the even younger Richard), then the “Bad News” drug days. The circle of abuse is epic. But if not, then the more mature Patrick who slowly and acerbically comes to face how deep his wounds are. Oh and his friendship with Johnny; his best mate. Who needs to be played by James MacAvoy or Dan Stevens please,

How to Stop Time; I don’t know yet. But a time traveller who constantly has to reinvent himself;  has grieved over and over again for all those he has ostensibly lost even his wife, who encounters some of the most famous people in history and who may or may not be running from something and someone. and who realise time can be stopped with “a kiss” - by whom? plus… he’s a history teacher. \o/ and this is a magic realism film so it could be visually really interesting too…

The Man in the Rockefeller Suit; BC as a multi-lingual, suave con man? Who is morally bankrupt and lies and cheats (and charms) his way through decades? Who commands a party and exclusive clubs, speaks several languages, and loves his little daughter Snookie fiercely to the point it ends his ruse. Yes. all of that. 

(and The War Magician; I am more than slightly biased against this movie; it’s BC in another wartime biopic with a RP accent and moreover as magician(!) so tbh I think it’s the last thing his career or his talent needs. So I am not going to comment ;-)

……

anyway; some random thoughts. because I should be doing a report or budgets or something. 

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Ben & Sophie arrive at Wimbledon final, July 10 2016
(pt 1, pt 2, pt 3, pt 4)

Hello Detective Chapter 60 (Sherlock Imagine)

masterlist

Part 1   Part 2   Part 3   Part 4   Part 5   Part 6   Part 7   Part 8   Part 9   Part 10   Part 11   Part 12   Part 13   Part 14   Part 15   Part 16   Part 17   Part 18   Part 19   Part 20   Part 21   Part 22   Part 23   Part 24   Part 25   Part 26  Part 27  Part 28  Part 29 Part 30  Part 31  Part 32  Part 33   Part 34   Part 35   Part 36   Part 37   Part 38   Part 39   Part 40      Part 41   Part 42   Part 43   Part 44   Part 45   Part 46   Part 47   Part 48   Part 49  Part 50   Part 51  Part 52   Part 53    Part 54  Part 55   Part 56  Part 57 Part 58 Part 59  Part 60 Shoutout to @imboredsueme for correctly guessing and being a brave soul and being right😂.


You handed some cash to the cabbie and made your way into the apartment complex. You checked that you had the right address and knocked on the door. You heard voices from within, and were surprised.

“What? Are you out of your mind?” A familiar voice asked angrily from within.

“I don’t see why not. It’s just as plausible as some of your theories.” An unfamiliar voice responded as the door was opened.

“Y/N?” He asked.

“Hello Philip. Sorry, I didn’t know you had company.” You replied, stepping into the small flat.

“Oh my god. You’re her.” A raven haired girl with a nose ring asked.

“I thought he was lying, but he does know her.” A man on the couch wearing a deerstalker said to the kid next to him.

“Um… What’s this?” You asked, and your eyes drifted to the wall covered in papers and string. On second thought, was this a good idea? You still weren’t sure.

Anderson rubbed his head, not wanting to answer.

“It’s the Empty Hearse club, and you’re Y/N Gregson.” One of the member’s ran up to you, shaking your hand furiously.

“Yes… but,” you turned to the wall again and realized the purpose of the club. Your mouth formed into an ‘O’.

“Let me guess, Philip here formed this club so that like-minded people could meet and discuss theories. Theories on how Sherlock Holmes faked his death.” You said, and the members were all but giddy.

“It’s like I’m living the blog.” One voice muttered.

“Will you deduce me?” Another asked.

“Wait a minute… You said theories on how Sherlock faked his death. You said ‘how’ not ‘if’. You think he’s still out there too.” Anderson said.

“Listen, that’s not why I’m here–” you were cut off.

“Oh My God!” The raven haired woman, Laura, pointed to the television behind you. You whipped around the read the headline ‘BREAKING NEWS: HAT DETECTIVE ALIVE’. Philip’s jaw dropped. Everyone was jumping up in excitement. All of their phones were blowing up.

Laura jumped up and begged for a picture with you. You quickly obliged, and raised an eyebrow to Philip. He shook his head in an apology.

“Ms. Gregson,” the youngest of the group asked and you turned to face him, “did you know the whole time?’

You thought a moment on your reply, with your new job you knew it was best not to answer honestly. You didn’t need the press knowing every detail.

“I’m afraid I’m not at liberty to discuss the matter. Now, Philip can I steal you for a bit?” You asked, he nodded following you out into the hall.

“Did you know?” He asked, you sighed.

“How ‘bout we go for a walk.” You said, and he followed you out into the street.

“I’m assuming you read the paper.” You stated.

“I do sometimes, Director-General.” He said, and you turned to him with a smile.

“Naturally in my new position I’ll need to surround myself with people I can trust.” You began, your heels clicking on the pavement and your hands buried in your pockets.

“You trust me?” He asked.

“Well the jury’s still out on that one. But you do have a good head on your shoulders. I mean you’re no Sherlock Holmes, but you do trust your instincts. You were willing to search for an answer no matter how unpopular. I’m sure people told you that you were crazy and wrong and wasting your time, but nevertheless you persisted. And you were right.” You spoke.

“So you want me to work for you, because I believed in Sherlock?” He asked, confused.

“I’m putting you on the list of candidates. You’ll have to prove your worth and trust first. But your ability to travel down a path that no one else dare has brought you to my attention. You believed even when I didn’t, Philip. That’s very admirable.” You stated, a professional air about you. You felt powerful, and changed. You liked this feeling.

“Why come to me now?” He asked.

“I’m simply informing you so that you don’t get too worried if more government officials come by here within the next couple months. There will be an extreme vetting process for all candidates so I’m just warning you. I’m also giving you the opportunity to decline the offer.” You answered truthfully.

“Can I think about it?” He asked.

“Absolutely.”  You answered.

“Y/N?” He asked again, “You weren’t working for the National History museum, were you? And Charles Bass wasn’t your colleague?”

“What makes you say that?” You stopped in your tracks, realizing you were back in front of his building.

“Hell of a job upgrade.” He answered, and you smiled.

“He was a colleague, but not at a museum.” You smiled. Anderson really had changed, the old Philip would have taken much longer to fit that one together.

“Mind if I ask where?” He raised an eyebrow.

“Good day, Philip.” you smirked, flagging down a cab.

“Y/N.” He whined, wanting an answer.

“Prove your worth, Philip. You already know the answer.” You said, getting into the cab and closing the door. This was his first test, let’s see how he does.

“Where to ma’am?” The cabbie asked.

“221 Baker Street, please.” You said against your better judgement. You really needed to look into getting your own driver like Mycroft had, maybe you poach Giles from him.

You exited the cab onto Baker Street. You greeted Mrs. Hudson at the door and she was so happy to see you. She told you she would be up with tea in a moment.

You stared up at the stairs, almost nervous to ascend them. You couldn’t remember the last time you did so. It had to be when you found the letter. You sighed and began your way up quietly. Could things really go back to the way they were? Surely things have changed. You have changed, but your one weakness has returned. You couldn’t let him in again that easily.

“An agent gave his life to tell us that.” You heard Mycroft speaking from within the room.

“Perhaps he shouldn’t have done. He was obviously just trying to show off.” Sherlock retorted as you stepped cautiously in the door.

“Something you’re well acquainted with.” You muttered as you looked around the room, taking it all in again. Both men turned to you, surprised. Sherlock wore a smirk on his face, you saw a bruise forming on his busted lip. He looked you up and down, knowing where you had been.

You approached him and sat on the arm of his chair out of habit. He turned to you, surprised by your actions, and you got a more clear look of his face.

“I told you he would hit you.” You said, placing your hand under his chin, examining his wound.

“Yes, well I believe this time I did deserve it.” He answered, and you looked down at the game of Operation sitting between the two brothers. You raised an eyebrow, and stood to examine the wall above the couch.

“None of these markers of yours is behaving in any way suspiciously?” You asked, dragging your finger along the connected lines, examining all the data.

“No Y/N, but you have to trust me. I’ll find the answer. But it will be in an odd phrase in an online blog or in an unexpected trip to the countryside or a misplaced lonely hearts ad.” Sherlock answered and you rolled your eyes. A ‘no’ would have sufficed.

“I’ve given the Prime Minister my personal assurance you’re on the case.” Mycroft said, you nearly forgot he was there.

“The Home Secretary is quite pleased as well.” You mentioned, if Mycroft was going to name drop you would too. A loud buzzing sound from the game caused you to turn around.

“Oh bugger!” Mycroft muttered, placing the plastic heart back into the slot.

“Can’t handle a broken heart. How very telling.” Sherlock retorted.

“Don’t be smart.” He scolded him, and you rolled your eyes. The feud would never end between these two. You were walking around the flat, absent mindedly tidying it up.

“That takes me back. ‘Don’t be smart, Sherlock, I’m the smart one’.” Sherlock said, in a voice that made you crack a smile.

“I am the smart one.” Mycroft argued, clearly a sensitive point.

“I used to think I was an idiot.” Sherlock replied, and you frowned. You couldn’t even imagine what it was like growing up with Mycroft. You were placing dishes in the sink now, attempting to create clear counter space.

“Both of us thought you were an idiot, Sherlock. We had nothing else to go on, until we met other children.” Mycroft answered, laying back in John’s old chair.

“Oh, yes, that was a mistake.” Sherlock answered and you smiled.

“Ghastly. What were they thinking of?” Mycroft replied.

“Probably something about trying to make friends.” Sherlock answered. Compared to Mycroft he was an expert on friends.

“Oh, yes, friends. Of course, you go in for that sort of thing now.” Mycroft criticized Sherlock.

“And you don’t? Ever?” Sherlock asked Mycroft.

“He isn’t capable of having friends. His priorities lie elsewhere, for example, himself.” You fired back from the kitchen. He turned around and gave you a look as if to say ‘when are you going to get over this?’.

Mrs. Hudson entered the room and interrupted what would surely have been another fight between you and Mycroft.

“Yoo hoo!” She announced herself. You reentered the room and helped her with the tea tray.

“Oh I just can’t believe it! Him sitting in his chair again,” She turned to you and smiled, clearing having forgiven him so soon, “Isn’t it wonderful Mr. Holmes?”

“I can barely contain myself.” Mycroft muttered sarcastically.

“Oh, he really can, you know.” Sherlock retorted. Mrs. Hudson laughed as she left the room.

“Let’s play something different.” Sherlock suggested, clapping his hands together.

“We don’t have time for games, Sherlock. London’s terror alert has been raised to critical.” You scolded.

“Very well, back to work.” Mycroft said, leaving Baker Street.

You stood in front of the couch, glancing at the wall once more. Your eyes landed on one picture and you froze.

“Sherlock…” You muttered.

“Hmm?” He asked, now appearing at your side.

“That’s Sebastian Moran.” You pointed to the picture.

“Yeah, he’s Lord of the Realm.” He said nonchalantly.

“He was Moriarty’s right hand man. Don’t you remember?” You said quietly, turning to him. His eyes grew wide after a moment of thought.

“Jesus,” he said, placing his head in his hands.

This was bigger than you thought. You sighed and grabbed your coat.

“Keep me updated, let me know if you need anything. I’ll be at the office.” You said, on your way out the door.   

“Wait, Y/N,” He yelled, once you began down the steps. You turned around and he was standing in the doorway, his hands on each side of the frame.

“Will you stay? I work better with you here, and it’s been an age.” He pleaded, those puppy dog eyes killing you.

“How could I refuse?” You sighed with a smile, making your way back up the stairs.


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