I think that Benedict Cumberbatch is this generation’s Alan Rickman.
what if you woke up christmas morning and your favorite character or celebrity was just casually sitting by the christmas tree with a bow on their head and was just like “oh good you’re finally awake”
What is he doing here?! I’m in my dorky pjs that my dad gets me for christmas.
All these sylvester mccoy posts make me sad. They all remind me that I haven’t met the man yet and I can’t afford to right now. boo