Lord Benedict Cumberbatch

 

 

 

 

 

I'm sorry about this.

Is this post rendered legitimate because of the picture?

Or is it still just like every other post on every other blog of every other teenage girl who secretly believes that she, and ONLY she, shall be the one to melt the ice in Sherlock's heart?

If so, I'm really not sorry.

There's a reason why every teenage girl on every blog talks about Mr. Cumberbatch. And that reason is: he's freaking awesome.

He's ridiculously smart, ridiculously talented, ridiculously pale, and ridiculously good with kids. Everyone should want to marry him. And that includes everyone, even Anderson Cooper. (I have no idea what Anderson Cooper thinks of Benedict, he was just the first person I thought of.)

HOWEVER.

This post is about the picture, really. About how BAD it is, good gosh, looking at it now is absolutely PAINFUL. Not only because his eyelashes look like they were bought from the Maybelline section of Walmart.

His mouth is RIDICULOUSLY wrong. And, let's be honest, he's rendered a tad pitiful without the hair. 

But it'll improve. Over time. Maybe. And I'll be sure to shove it in your face again when it does. Will I do it just for the chance of talking about Senior Bendytoots again? Absolutely.