Benedict Cumberbatch
Can we show this to him?
I’m going to make a Tumblr where this is the only thing that I’ll post. I’ll queue this to post 500 times a day, everyday.
LOL. Well, I guess we can take this as proof he was not cast as a Vulcan in Star Trek. No, Sugar, that’s not how you do the LLAP. :D
His hands are the size of Britain.
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Best smile ever.
(Source: cumbercrieff)
Had a dream about Benedict…
I had won a contest where I got to hang out with him for an afternoon.
First he was three hours late to meet me. Then he seemed bored to tears by my company and acted nearly as if he couldn’t be bothered. Nothing I did or said made him laugh or smile. And THEN he left early. Granted, he hugged me before he left, but still.
Afterward, I had other worse bad dreams, lol.
What the hell, subconscious? What the hell?
3/50
Really? REALLY? Come the fuck on. No.
Yeah. I miss Gingersideburnbatch <3
headlessnunvaticancameos replied to your post: nightbecomesme replied to your post: How am I…
*HUUUUUUUUGS*
*hugs back* :-)
nightbecomesme replied to your post: nightbecomesme replied to your post: How am I…
that’s really intriguing. i’ve had moments like that, but it’s more intuition than anything else. hope you can keep it in check, wouldn’t want it to overwhelm you. but if you can make it work in a healthy and helpful way, rock on!
Coincidentally, the subtitle of the book I mentioned is “How to Safely and Wisely Use Your Sixth Sense.”
;-)
Intuition still counts, you know! <3
kittymaverick replied to your post: How am I supposed to react?
Um….I guess you can just accept it calmly, and move on with your life as you see fit?
I detailed a lot of what generally happened tonight in a reply to Nightbecomesme.
Thanks so much for your input. I know that you’re right- to accept it calmly (and graciously) and move on as I wish- but I have trouble getting over this without having a few answers. I may never get them, so better just to see where it goes, eh?
IS IT CHRISTMAS YET
Ooooooooh… I’ll save THIS one for LAST.
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nightbecomesme replied to your post: How am I supposed to react?
one of those “when you least expect it” sort of things.
Well see, the thing is… I recently wrote a letter to my (possible) spirit guides, asking them to please not let through any kind of psychic stimuli until I am more ready for it and consciously decide to open those flood gates. This rather than being flooded at random and having an anxiety attack because I have NO idea what’s going on (as I didn’t consciously allow for contact to occur).
And go figure.
I didn’t consciously or verbally announce, “Okay guys, I’m READY for ya!” But this afternoon I picked up “The Intuition Guidebook,” which brought back a lot of memories and inspired a lot of passion to get back into this line of service. (It’s funny, because the author addresses the whole “being overwhelmed by psychic stimuli that you feel like you’re going bonkers” issue). Anyway, tonight over dinner I told my boyfriend, “I don’t know why some of these things have been going on, but I feel like I’m supposed to get back into psychic development and pick up doing readings and healings on the side of a conventional job. I keep being guided in that direction. I really do miss it and want to get back into it. This kind of thing is one of my true passions.”
AND POW- suddenly I’m at home, feeling anxious (for no real reason) while talking to a friend… (we had been discussing my Johnlock AU fanfiction idea that involves WHAT ELSE but psychic abilities)… when I’m overcome with the sensation of a very tall man above me. The names “David” and “Dave” whisk across my ears.
I blurt out in chat, “Right now I sort of feel that there is a very tall man named Dave or David looming over me. I can’t tell if he’s a guide or a spirit, lol.” They reply, “Might be my dad. Tell him I miss him.” My eyes nearly bug out of my head before welling up with tears. “What was your dad’s name,” I ask. “David. He went by Dave. And he was 6’2”.”
I won’t divulge the other details we discussed, such as how he passed and about the object he offered her, but…
What in the actual…? I guess I kind of DID tell them I was ready, huh?
Sometimes I have a very, very hard time believing these things. And they’re happening TO ME.
