Ezekiel Wigglesworth Appreciation post
Four for you, young Rory. You go, young Rory.
Best name
Hey, hey Ezekiel, how much are your wiggles worth?
I’d make the best bully.
Imagine if Sherlock started off when they were really young…
Dr watson:
Sherlock Holmes
Jim Moriarty
Mycroft Holmes
That’d be wicked.
Well…goodness. Really, I mean…Andrew. Wow.
Is it weird I thought of Dawson’s Creek when I saw this? I mean, they look like they’re in a teen drama. Sherlock would be the ring leader that people are equally disgusted and charmed by. John is the loyal friend who is just trying to figure things out. Mycroft is the Senior Student Council President who says he hates his brother’s friends but ends up hanging out with them a lot. Then there’s Jim who is the outcast and befriend’s Sherlock, is hated by John, and ends up betraying them all. Irene could be his twin sister, is totally comfortable with her sexually and enjoys a brief fling with Sherlock although she later corrupts Molly. Greg is the uptight one, who tries to keep them in line but can’t and is close with Mycroft because of student council and such. Molly, who at first is in love with Sherlock, but ends up falling for Irene. Ms. Hudson is the really awesome teacher. Anderson is the typical asshole high school who thinks he’s better than everyone. Sally is the straight A student that hates Sherlock because he’s smarter than her
…..Either that or they’re Sherlock: Queer as Folk Edition
(Source: shesveryeccentric)
This is Benedict’s song.
“I’ve wanted to play roles that have gone to much better-looking people and you just think, ‘Oh well, that’s the pin-up guy’s… an actor like my friend James McAvoy, who’s gorgeous on screen. I’m not that. But at least I don’t have to worry about taking precious care of my face because it’s my commodity. That’s a great freedom. I’m not afraid of being heinous for the sake of a part.” - Benedict Cumberbatch
“I am horse-faced and ass-named, but there we go, what can you do? It’s what I was born and blessed with.” - Benedict Cumberbatch
Can we make this the most reblogged thing on tumblr? Let’s do it!
Dear god, bless this post.
BLESS IT
Please, guys, I can’t control my cries.
The Story of Kyle
One day, when I was a freshman in high school, I saw a kid from my class walking home from school. His name was Kyle. It looked like he was carrying all of his books. I thought to myself, “Why would anyone bring home all his books on a Friday? He must really be a nerd.”
I had quite a weekend planned (parties and a football game with my friends tomorrow afternoon), so I shrugged my shoulders and went on. As I was walking, I saw a bunch of kids running toward him. They ran at him, knocking all his books out of his arms and tripping him so he landed in the dirt. His glasses went flying, and I saw them land in the grass about ten feet from him. He looked up, and I saw this terrible sadness in his eyes.
My heart went out to him. So I jogged over to him, and as he crawled around looking for his glasses, I saw a tear in his eye. As I handed him his glasses, I said, “Those guys are jerks. They really should get lives.” He looked at me and said, “Hey thanks!” There was a big smile on his face. It was one of those smiles that showed real gratitude.
I helped him pick up his books and asked him where he lived. As it turned out, he lived near me, so I asked him why I had never seen him before. He said he had gone to private school before now. I would have never hung out with a private school kid before, but we talked all the way home, and I carried his books.
He turned out to be a pretty cool kid. I asked him if he wanted to play football on Saturday with me and my friends. He said yes.
We hung out all weekend, and the more I got to know Kyle, the more I liked him. And my friends thought the same of him. Monday morning came, and there was Kyle with the huge stack of books again. I stopped him and said, “Boy, you are gonna really build some serious muscles with this pile of books everyday!” He just laughed and handed me half the books.
Over the next four years, Kyle and I became best friends. When we were seniors, we began to think about college. Kyle decided on Georgetown, and I was going to Duke. I knew that we would always be friends, that the miles would never be a problem. He was going to be a doctor, and I was going for business on a football scholarship.
Kyle was valedictorian of our class. I teased him all the time about being a nerd. He had to prepare a speech for graduation. I was so glad it wasn’t me having to get up there and speak.
On graduation day, I saw Kyle. He looked great. He was one of those guys that really found himself during high school. He filled out and actually looked good in glasses. He had more dates than me and all the girls loved him! Boy, sometimes I was jealous. Today was one of those days. I could see that he was nervous about his speech, so I smacked him on the back and said, “Hey, big guy, you’ll be great!” He looked at me with one of those looks (the really grateful one) and smiled. “Thanks,” he said.
As he started his speech, he cleared his throat, and began. “Graduation is a time to thank those who helped you make it through those tough years. Your parents, your teachers, your siblings, maybe a coach — but mostly your friends. I am here to tell all of you that being a friend to someone is the best gift you can give them. I am going to tell you a story.” I just looked at my friend with disbelief as he told the story of the first day we met. He had planned to kill himself over the weekend. He talked of how he had cleaned out his locker so his mom wouldn’t have to do it later and was carrying his stuff home. He looked hard at me and gave me a little smile. “Thankfully, I was saved. My friend saved me from doing the unspeakable.”
I heard the gasp go through the crowd as this handsome, popular boy told us all about his weakest moment. I saw his mom and dad looking at me and smiling that same grateful smile. Not until that moment did I realize its depth.
Never underestimate the power of your actions. With one small gesture, you can change a person’s life.
I just solved a math problem.
It was a hard problem.
It involved a cone and surface area.
I wasn’t allowed to use the cone surface area formula.
But I solved it.
With only the circumference formula and area of a circle formula.
I kind of rock.
“Conclusion: inevitable. Unless..”
#he closed his eyes so Watson would be the last thing he sees fuck this fuck fuck fuck
