The Escapist

ebitoz:

Benedict Cumberbatch’s eyes almost done! This is my first realistic colored pencil drawing.

she-assassin:

“For reasons unknown, John Harrison has just declared a one-man war against Starfleet.”

nixxie-fic:

Benedict Cumberbatch Edit -

mettatontrash:

mettatontrash:

“some people dont think [unattractive british actor] is hot???

well

[image of unattractive british actor]

does

[image of unattractive british actor]

this

[image of unattractive british actor]

change

[image of unattractive british actor]

your 

[image of unattractive british actor]

mind?”

[3 more images of unattractive british actor]

no it actually doesnt he still looks like a shoe

im glad we’re all on the same page

idmahoney:

Dr Strange - Benedict Cumberbatch #illustration #drawing #blackandwhite #ink #watercolour #sketch #art #benedictcumberbatch #sherlock (at Castle Terrace Edinburgh)

muhlderr:

Old habits die hard

cumberbuddy:

The Doctor Strange teaser trailer. Wow. 

botanycameos:

All is all. (x)

But to me, All will always be the long-haired mirror!Khan from the IDW comics…

my favorite aliens

nixxie-fic:

HQ Stills - Benedict Cumberbatch in Van Gogh: Painted with words  (x)

cumberbuddy:

New photos from the BBCOne website. Middle one is smashing. 

benedict-the-cumbercookie:

All the world’s a stage,

And all the men and women merely players;

They have their exits and their entrances,

And one man in his time plays many parts,

His acts being seven ages. At first, the infant,

Mewling and puking in the nurse’s arms.

Then the whining schoolboy, with his satchel

And shining morning face, creeping like snail

Unwillingly to school. And then the lover,

Sighing like furnace, with a woeful ballad

Made to his mistress’ eyebrow. Then a soldier,

Full of strange oaths and bearded like the pard,

Jealous in honor, sudden and quick in quarrel,

Seeking the bubble reputation

Even in the cannon’s mouth. And then the justice,

In fair round belly with good capon lined,

With eyes severe and beard of formal cut,

Full of wise saws and modern instances;

And so he plays his part. The sixth age shifts

Into the lean and slippered pantaloon,

With spectacles on nose and pouch on side;

His youthful hose, well saved, a world too wide

For his shrunk shank, and his big manly voice,

Turning again toward childish treble, pipes

And whistles in his sound. Last scene of all,

That ends this strange eventful history,

Is second childishness and mere oblivion,

Sans teeth, sans eyes, sans taste, sans everything.

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