but edmund is my favourite


         Killers having less than favorable things to say about other killers.

Danny Rolling on Gerard Schaefer: “This guy has got real problems, doesn’t he? Schaefer is a little too full of himself and we can easily figure out the content of substance he is filled with. It smells like something pooling in a sewage treatment plant. He is just a spooky little punk who gets his kicks out of intimidating people. He’s a bluffer. He wants anyone who has the displeasure of entertaining him to believe he holds a full house, but if you call his bluff, you’ll find he only has a pair of deuces – two pitiful excuses for being barely human.

John Wayne Gacy on Jeffrey Dahmer: “If Jeffrey Dahmer doesn’t meet the legal test of insanity, God help the one that does meet it. I mean, it – it has to really be something. If Jeffrey Dahmer doesn’t meet it, then nobody does.”

Charles Manson on Ted Bundy: “Bundy’s a rumpkin, Bundy’s a poop butt, Bundy’s his momma’s boy. Bundy’s out there trying to prove something to his own manhood. That’s got nothing to do with me. I don’t roll around with poop people like that. I stand with people that can stand with themselves.”

Edmund Kemper on Herbert Mullin: “He had a habit of singing and bothering people when somebody tried to watch TV. So I threw water on him to shut him up. Then, when he was a good boy, I’d give him some peanuts. Herbie liked peanuts. That was effective, because pretty soon he asked permission to sing. That’s called behavior modification treatment.”


i’ll be there for you ‘cause you’re there for me, too.

Crashing Waves

Peter Pevensie x Reader

Words: 1329
Plot: Peter invites his crush to the beach. Insane amounts of flirting ensue.
Prompt: (Anon) Hi! Can I request a Peter fic where he finds reader on the beach, and they just kinda end up teasing each other and splashing each other? Bonus points for sassy dialogue.
A/N: I’ve been devoting my time to playing ME:A and so I’ve been totally ignoring my requests. Whoops. Good thing I’ve got a week off of uni to catch up! If you want a Part 2 of this I’ll definitely write one. I didn’t want to make this too crazy long and I began to realize I was essentially writing an epic flirting saga.

Originally posted by wolvesinwinter

The sand stretched out to greet the ocean, waves pushing against the shore. The sky was crystal blue; not a cloud on the horizon as sea birds flocked overhead, crying wildly as they glided on the summer breeze.
The young Narnian king sat on the wet sand; the water lapping at his bare toes as he looked out to sea, dark gold hair mussed from the ocean air. He wondered what was just beyond that horizon; wondered if Narnia stretched on forever, a thousand thousand miles of kingdom rising up to meet the sky.
He dug his palms into the sand; it was mushy against his palm, pressing into his nails as he felt it run through his fingertips. He knew he was getting his clothes damp; knew Susan would curse him for tracking all the sand in with him when he made it home to Cair Paravel.
But now, there was just him and the horizon.
Grey eyes turning to the cliffs; he looked out towards the castle. It was magnificent and distant; he forgot how far he’d managed to walk to get here.
But he loved these walks. Loved the wind in his hair, the way the sun felt as it warmed his face.
He saw her, then, and his heart leapt.
She was smiling to herself; pretending she hadn’t seen him, no doubt. Her green dress spilled out into the waves, already soaking the hem as she walked through the shallow waters. A simple thing; no fancy embroidery, no golden pendants. But so beautiful; so fitting. 
Her hair blew softly around her face in the slight sea breeze, held back only by the strands pinned back behind her head. Where the sun had dusted her cheeks, he could see a blush against them.
“(y/n)!” he called out, raising his hand up to wave her over and flicking sand all over his shirt. He flinched as some of it threatened to go up his nose; wrinkling it and coughing.
(y/n) laughed, one hand over her mouth as she dodged a wave that was slightly closer than she expected.

“I can’t believe I actually managed to find you here. I’ve been wondering if I was going the wrong way for almost half an hour!” (y/n) shouted, grabbing the skirt of her dress and running towards him.
Peter brushed his palms against his trousers; they were already wet and sandy, so it made no difference to him. He pushed himself up unsteadily onto his feet, feeling the dampness of his clothes against the warm air.
“You’re…well, you’re filthy” (y/n) breathed, huffing as she slowed down next to him, dropping her hands to her sides.
Peter laughed, looking down at her damp dress.
“And you’re one to talk!”
(y/n) folded her arms mockingly, a smile creeping across her features.
“I made it, didn’t I? Even with very nonspecific directions. I could have stayed at home and finished sweeping-”
“-But instead, you came to spend time with your favourite King?” Peter interjected, raising his brows.
“How do you know Edmund isn’t my favourite? Edmund is certainly the wittiest man in Cair Paravel” (y/n) winked, pushing a stray hair back behind her ear.
Peter put his hand to his face in mocking shock, holding his mouth open and gasping.
“Well, now I’m wounded. Truly. I cannot see myself ever recovering” Peter gasped, his hand cool against his face.
(y/n) laughed then, her face lighting up against the sky. Peter felt his blood go aflame, if only for a moment. His heart hung in his throat, threatening to fill his stomach with butterflies.
Grasping at the hem of her skirt, she lowered herself to sit on the sand, the waves reaching up to her knees and coating her bare feet. She looked up at him; one eye closed as she winced against the sunlight.
“The weather is awfully nice, and the water is lovely” she breathed, tracing shapes in the sand with her index finger. Peter bit his lip, taking a seat beside her in his previous spot. Their shoulders were but inches apart; Peter could feel the desire to move closer until they touched, if only to have her closer.
“I thought you might like it. It’s one of my favourites” he said, leaning back on his palms “sometimes, you can see mermaids on the rocks. They’re very friendly.”
(y/n) wiggled her toes, sighing softly as she leaned back to look up at the sky.
“I used to go to the ocean when I was a child with my mother. Look out at the ocean, and wonder what was out there on the horizon” she breathed, her eyelids lowered.
Peter wrinkled his nose against the spray of the ocean, looking out to where the midday sun sparkled against the water. As (y/n) closed her eyes slowly, Peter leaned forward, flicking his hand in the cool water and splashing her face.

She gasped immediately, flinching against the sudden splash.
Peter burst out laughing at the look on her face; he could hardly help himself.
“You know what you’re getting now, Your Majesty?” she whispered, mouthing the last two words that she knew he hated.
“A kiss?” Peter asked sheepishly, his heart pounding in his ears with his own audacity.
(y/n) flushed red, one brow raising as she leaned towards him. He felt an uncontrollable sense of longing, a fire sweltering in his chest.
“Payback” she said.
And with that, Peter yelped as a spray of water flew into his face, soaking his golden hair into a dusty brown and sending droplets scattering onto his shirt.
“If it’s war you want!” Peter cried, pushing water at her with his palms as she shrieked, laughing as they went. She immediately responded by splashing water back at him, the two of them almost crying with laughter as they soaked one another in jest.
So much so that they barely saw what Peter would later describe as ‘the wave to silence all waves’ come crashing towards them. Peter turned just at the moment it came rushing up to meet them, yelping and trying to shield (y/n) by using his body as a shield.
Water covered them up to their shoulders, the rest of it splashing their faces and hair; salt water lingering in Peter’s mouth as he got his bearings.
The water receded, and they were both left blinking the drops out of their eyes. In the commotion, (y/n) had ended up half on Peter’s lap as he leaned over her; one of her arms around his neck and the other shielding her from the waves.
(y/n) snickered, trying to stifle the sound by pressing her hands to her mouth. But before long she was crying with laughter at the commotion, her hair plastered against her face and her eyes watering as sea water dripped down her cheeks.
Peter joined in, lowering his palms to support himself on the sand. Laughter shook his shoulders, his face warm despite the water. He must have looked a royal state.
“What was that?!” (y/n) laughed, brushing the water out of her eyes. Peter noticed she still hadn’t moved from his lap; the thought of that made his head spin.
“I have no idea. But I think Susan is going to lose her mind when I get back to the castle in this fine state” Peter chuckled, his voice sounding lower in his own ears than it usually did. 
“Did you try to shield me? From water?” (y/n) grinned, shuffling off of his lap to sit next to him, her shoulder pushing against his. Where they touched, he felt the warmth of her skin through the fabric of their clothing; the ache returning.
“Be quiet. I was trying to be chivalrous” Peter said, a half-smile lingering on his face as he pushed his shoulder against hers playfully. She pushed back, and he held his ground.
And there they sat. Shoulders pressed together, soaked to the bone, staring out at the horizon.


A Last Good Act | 5x5 

Reid: This journey, here - ours - began with a man named Isaac Bloom. You recall the name? …Isaac was a mathematician. He believed that numbers betrayed the true nature of our universe, and that accordingly, it was empirically proved that the entropy of the universe extended to a maximum. That everything moved irretrievably from order, into chaos. You do not believe that, do you? 
Dove: I cannot. 
Reid: I said the same. Because, what hope for Whitechapel if he were right? You wish for a confession of truth from me?
Dove: I do.
Reid: Well, this is it: Isaac Bloom was correct in all that he said. You forget your hopes, sir, because this Whitechapel is coming for you. It will take the purest of them and it will shatter it into shards of pure poison. Now, one last good act, you say? Then I choose the simplest… I will not betray my friends. 


Favourite The League of Gentlemen characters: Edmund Chinnery [2/?]

I made this because I am in setcroft hell and want to see Mark in Victorian costume in setlock on my dash *sob*

And it is always eighteen nighty five. 

LONDON 1895- when we were first introduced to Edmund Chinnery…

Narnia Character's Hogwarts Houses

Got bored. Decided to sort out some Narnia characters into houses and give explanations.

Lucy Pevensie - Hufflepuff - Lucy FOUND Narnia and if you don’t get that reference… Well… Anyway! She’s loyal to her family, kind and sweet. I know she’s technically Lucy-the-valiant and blah blah but I can’t be the only one who thinks Hufflepuff is more suited to her.

Peter Pevensie - Gryffindor - I feel like this one needs no explanation because it’s fairly self-explanatory. He’s brave, he’s chivalrous etc. He’s a knight and a king, it’s practically the job description.

Susan Pevensie - Ravenclaw - Susan is creditted througout her time in Narnia as the ‘logical’ one. And though I don’t see the logic in her forgetting Narnia and becoming an annoying person… Well… Logic is a Ravenclaw trait.

Edmund Pevensie - Slytherin- Right, you might think I’m putting him in Slytherin because he’s 'evil’ and Slytherin is the 'house of evil’ but no. That is bullcrap. Edmund is basically my favourite character and in the LWW we see his ambition to become a king and then in PC his resourcefulness in using his torch. He’s a king so he has leadership skills and he’s pretty calculating too seeing as he’s a diplomat so yeah of course he’s Slytherin.

Caspian X - Gryffindor - There’s the whole group who think Caspian would be a good Hufflepuff but come on? He’s really head strong like Peter and brave. The reason Caspian and Peter don’t get along is because they’re too much alike in their pride and arrogance so he’s more Gryffindor material. I love Cas though, favourite right after Ed ;)

Eustace Scrubb - Gryffindor - Even before Eustace’s character develops, he is fairly bold and rash. He rushes into things but is a fairly noble person with firm moral standings.

If you have anymore Narnia characters or characters from other fandoms you’d like me to sort, send them through my ask box and I will do reasons why for each one :)

  • In my head: There are so many reasons why I love this character, I just want to write character defenses and hold them and tell them how perfect and precious they are.
dusky’s anthologies master list

(as at 3/6/16) sorry; very long post. 

(caveat - please benedict don’t ever find my blog :-)


Anniversary Anthologies:  Happy 1 Yr Anniversary to Me (!) /  BC in 2014 / BC in 2015 / 5 roles in 5 weeks / 2014 - 2016 screencaps

Awards Face



Benedict in Blue 1 and 2

Benedict in Green

BC pics that make me smile

B/W cumber-portraits / and another one

“Blue Steel” batch (personal fave)


Casely-Hayford jacket (now known by a different name thanks to @cumberbuddy)



Coatporn (by @seriously-cumberbatched)

Cumberarms (personal fave) and Cumberarms at Hamlet Stage Door (rawrrr) and Sleeves rolled up to the elbows (fave)


Cumberchest (um. yes.)

Cumbereyes / Cumbereyes in the daylight

Cumbereyebrows (Benedict’s Eyebrows)


Cumberhair (crazy hair actually) and Everyone Touching the Cumberhair

Cumberhands / Cumberhands - Perlicue / Cumberhands in the cumberpockets  / Cumberhands screencap porn / Cumberhands and mouth thing / Cumberhands in black and white / Trembling Hands (with @feelingflamesagain)


Cumberlips / Cumberlip biting thing

The Cumberlook

Cumber-midriff (!)

Cumbernape (gif courtesy of Rominatrix)

Cumberneck / with Neck freckle and collarbone 




Deadbatch (sorry, ouchie)


Doctor Strange: Josh and me manips / Nepal set pics / NYC set pics



Drinking-batch (in partnership with @feelingflamesagain)

Edmund Talbot

Facial Landscape (i think this is my favourite of all)




Full Frontal batch and recent Frontal Face Edits and more Frontal Colour Portraits


Get on the floor, Benedict

Gingerbatch / The 2015 Hamlet Gingerbatch era (fave)

Glasses-batch (personal fave) and more Glasses-batch

Glovedbatch (for the incredible @sleepingexplorer)

Gun-batch (Armed-batch)

Graham Norton appearances


Hands and face Pose

Hamlet and Richard the Third - prince and king

Hamlet-batch - the halfway point

Hamlet-batch stage door arrivals and departures


Hollywood-batch (old school glam)


the Invitation Look (rawr)

James (Third Star)

Khan (the body-con collection) for @botanycameos (oops!!)



Letters Live


MG-batch (fave)

Moody photoshoots

Oz Comic Con (Kerrie Hui pics)

Photoshoots that kill my soul (inspired by @cumbergoddess)



Profile-batch (1Profile-batch 4

Raging bull batch

Real people-batch

Richard III hair

Richard III series - First Look Pics / Richard Profiles / Richard’s Thighs :-)

Screaming buttons

Scruffybatch: new TIFF pics



Sherlock Spesh - setlock

Slicked-back batch




Sophie and Benedict (fave)

Stubble-batch or Scruffy-batch




Tinted edits

Top-button thing

Turing (1) and (2Turing 3 and another Turing


Upward-batch (personal fave)



Waistcoat-batch and the Waistcoat shoot 

Wallace - Little Favour

Weaponbatch (with @feelingflamesagain)

Weird photoshoots

White shirts / the White Shirt of Sex

White t-shirts

You with your cheekbones and your collar turned up

Gratuitous Zygoma Collection