Even for an actor with a hit rate as good as his, Benedict Cumberbatch has had a superlative year. The 38-year-old returned to the small screen in the third series of BBC’s Sherlock, went blockbuster for The Hobbit: The Desolation Of Smaug, put in an epic performance in 12 Years A Slave and next month excels alongside the cream of Brit talent as Alan Turning in Enigma-code biopic The Imitation Game.
Then there’s the small matter of his forthcoming starring role in Hamlet at the Barbican, the announcement for which caused a frenzy of excitement, sold out and became easily the most in-demand British theatre production of all time. Now, following his Emmy for Sherlock, Cumberbatch has gone one better and takes centre stage once more, with his Actor Of The year prize win at the GQ Men Of the Year awards. Collecting his award, Cumberbatch said: “This is wonderful. I’d like to thank James McAvoy for not being available. But seriously, it’s an embaressment of riches. I’m in one of those extraordinary rooms with extraordinary people. Thank you Mum and Dad for rearing me. Wait, what century am I in? I’m going to leave the stage now because I drank a lot and I need the loo.”
Ben c at the GQ Awards more like
I love when people randomly follow me because I assume they’ve just seen something I said and went “ah yes. This nerd seems particularly strange. Let’s see what else it does”
When I was little, I used to think it was silly that they put the “external use only” label on bottles because no one would want to eat a bottle of aloe vera, but after reading fanfiction, I know who those warnings are meant for
UNTIL I READ THIS I GENUINELY STILL THOUGHT THAT THE PURPOSE OF THOSE LABELS WAS TO STOP PEOPLE EATING THE PRODUCT
me if i ever get to know my celebrity crush
Benedict with scruff makes me stupid.
my favorite thing is sometimes ben c has a jawline and sometimes he has ten chins
Back in prehistoric times it was just a free for all. God was putting antlers on everything and made 7 foot tall gophers with wings, it was a mess.
Look at this poor, impractical bastard.
The prehistoric era was God’s Deviantart stage.
Now he just hides all of his stupid-looking OCs in the ocean where no one can find them.
I can’t not reblog this
"The lock on your diary wasn’t very good, so it’s your fault I read your diary."