benedict with a hat

The first read through of S4 how it went
  • Amanda : my baker street boys. Sherlock Holmes and Doctor Watson.
  • (*closes script*)
  • (Silence)
  • Mark: ...
  • Steven: ...
  • Ben: ....
  • Martin: .........
  • Mark: so...Ben what do you think?
  • Ben: ...
  • Steven: Ben?
  • Ben: ...*murmuring* they didn't get together?
  • Mark: what?
  • Ben: My character and Martin's.
  • Mark: ...um...no Ben, obviously.
  • Martin: *snuffled crying sound.*
  • Amanda: Martin?
  • Ben: *passes Martin a tissue whilst patting his eyes too*
  • Ben: ...it's...just...they were..they were...*choked cry*
  • Martin: THEY WERE IN LOVE!
  • Moftiss: Martin, are you okay?
  • Martin: *shoving off chair and kicking over table* DO I LOOK OKAY?
  • Moftiss: ...
  • Martin: YOU MACHINES *grabbing Ben's arm and pulling him up* HOW COULD YOU QUEERBAIT LIKE THAT? JOHN AND SHERLOCK WERE AND ARE IN LOVE-
  • Ben: *tugging on Martin's sleeve* it's-
  • Martin: IT'S NOT OKAY! *to moftiss* YOU...YOU...LIARS YOU SAY THEY ARENT IN LOVE THEN EXPLAIN WHY YOU MADE ME REDO THE ANGELOS SCENE TEN TIMES UNTIL I DID THE PERFECT LIP LICK OR WHY YOU MADE ME AN BEN STARE AT EACHOTHER FOR TWO HOURS THAT DAY SO WE HAD ENOUGH EYESEX OR WHY YOU TOLD ME TO SHATTER MY HEART WHEN SHERL PROPOSED OR WHY-
  • Moftiss: MARTIN!
  • Martin: you know what this is what I think to that *kisses Ben*
  • Moftiss: ....
  • Martin: YEAH LOOK AWAY WHATEVER BUT YOU MISSED THIS OPPORTUNITY YOU-
  • Moftiss: *run to underground bunker*
  • Martin: ...
  • Ben: ...
  • Martin: ...
  • Ben: you know you can do that again anytime.
  • Martin: 😏

So this is my new video . It’s inspired by John’s mind bungalow theory . ❤ it’s quite sad - I cried 5 times making this. This is my favourite video I’ve done. Ever. It’s like my own season 4 fix it. It’s on my YouTube which is moriartyiscool so if you’d like to check out other videos I’ve made you can go there. I love you guys and this love story was what we deserved so whether you’re taking a step back or tin hatting this is something to enjoy x

darlingbenny  asked:

write something about when ben met martin for their first read thru uwu

Now, long after the fact, the accounts of their first meeting differ. Martin says they met for the first time during his second audition. They’d been allowed to speak privately for a few minutes just before they ran their lines. Benedict says it happened earlier, while Martin and his peers were still congregated in the waiting room just before those auditions. Everyone else was hunched over a script, but Benedict remembers Martin sitting there as if he hadn’t a care in the world, as though he knew he could get by on his height (or lack thereof), charm, and talent alone. He looked deceptively unassuming, and he wore a ridiculous hat, and Benedict says he knew right away. Eye contact, a smile, and, boom, he knew. He says he had that White Stripes song running through his head. I can tell that we are gonna be friends.

Either way, they both agree that it was one of those terrible things that happened instantly, which might’ve been romantic if it hadn’t been so inconvenient. Benedict didn’t even wait until the rest of the hypothetical John Watsons had had their chance to audition for the producers to shuffle through the head-shots and pick Martin’s photo out of the pile.

He’d turned to Mark and said, “I want him,“ and Mark, with his bendy, pointed face and his quick wit, replied with nothing but a leering grin.

Benedict jumped to clarify. “I just mean, you know, if you want my input. He’s our man. He’s our Watson. I want to play opposite him.” He was rambling and flustered and probably blushing. There was something self-serving in the statement, and not just for the fact that Martin challenged him as an actor and made him a better Sherlock. He feared he’d been caught in his selfishness for a moment, but Mark just nodded.

“I like him, too,” he said.

Martin was so high up on cloud nine that he didn’t remember much about how he got home, but, once he got there, Amanda tried to pry any information out of him that she could. How many other people had auditioned? How did it go? Did he think he got it? How long before he knew for sure? Did he meet Benedict? And? What was that like? Was he friendly? Was he dreamy? Martin answered dutifully. About a dozen. It went really well. He sure hoped so. No idea. Yes, he did meet Benedict. He was nice. Very friendly. Oh my god, so dreamy.

He almost wanted to tell her that Benedict Cumberbatch was a gorgeous paradox, a walking contradiction, a teacup full of conflicting dualities. He seemed to be both austere intellectual and giddy five year old. He was pretentious and humble. He wanted to tell her that he was both genuine human being and chameleon, able to be fully himself one moment and his own antithesis the next, if that’s what his script asked him to be. He wanted to say that Benedict managed to be both yin and yang. Benedict made him poetic like that almost instantly.

And, sure, Martin had been skeptical of Dr. Watson and the premise of the show in general. “Sherlock Holmes with an IPhone,” he’d scoffed. But, since meeting Benedict, he’d been certain of it all. Of the project. Of the character. Of their potential as a pair. He was lost in his own mind for a full week, replaying the way Benedict had smiled at him as he faded out of Sherlock. He analyzed every moment of his audition, the inflection in Mark’s voice, the way Steven had frowned and written on his copy of the script, until, finally, Sue called his manager Rachel, and Rachel called Martin. He had another audition.