Hello! I'm Margaret and Welcome to my little piece of insanity. Here you will find Hipsters, Bakers, Movie Fans, Superwholockians, and emotional people. AKA myself.
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Will Herondale anyone?
MAGNUS.
Perseus Jackson.
Peeta Mellark.
Finnick Odair
Henry Branwell
Ron Weasley.
Sherlock Holmes
The Doctor
Jim Moriarty
Tulio and Miguel
Loki
Tony Stark
I’d mention mine but that would be a novel! XD
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That awkward moment when it is Marilyn Monroe’s and your birthday, but no one remembered you. just Marilyn.
thanks guys. It’s also Morgan Freedman’s.
No one manages to stop me but you almost did, no one notices or gets the hilarious details I embed in my work but you do, no one can make me do a single thing I don’t want to but you can. As much as I jokingly yell at them to have sex, I really think they’re beyond it on a number of levels. A union of the mind, body, and spirit for them is a different type of impassioned intimacy, where they get a sensual high off exchanges like this knowing someone out there “gets it”. Someone can make me do something, someone can stop me, someone notices me, and they’re going to do all of this using their intellect. That’s as sexy as it gets for them, really, so this IS sex. Just ugh, LOOK AT THIS PHOTO SET. The knowing eye contact, the circling of one another like they’re waiting to make a move, the way they’re tossing out words but still trying to read each other’s minds. They’re so in tune with each other it’s actually frustrating for me to watch this for too long, because they can’t just get on with what’s really at the heart of the matter. Jim always has his own agenda and Sherlock has his own, but they spend most of their time together testing, and teasing, and taunting the other person instead because this is what they essentially get off on. And then that’s always wrapped in a game, a puzzle, or a scheme to engage with the other person in the first place because anything else would be boring. Nothing can be straight-forward with them and perhaps drama on both ends could have been prevented if it were, but I really don’t think they’d have it any other way. You were the best distraction.
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holyshit fuck fuck
Looking at this picture now and comparing it to the BAFTA photos, I absolutely cannot understand how Andrew Scott so completely changes himself to become Moriarty. Look at him here. He’s not doing anything special - he’s not glaring, or threatening, or really doing anything that should overtly read “bad guy”, and yet he IS Moriarty. Just in the way that he’s standing, the way he carries himself, he is absolutely the world’s most dangerous consulting criminal, and you can feel it. The clenched fist, the slightly hunched in stance, everything about him here emits confidence and maliciousness and evil.
And then you look at Andrew at the BAFTAs, where he should look exactly the same because he’s in just as nice a suit with almost nothing different about his physical appearance, and you realize that the man is actually made of leprechauns and giggles and rainbows.
ANDREW YOU SHOULD NOT BE PHYSICALLY POSSIBLE I DON’T UNDERSTAND.
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