Can’t get over this track.
This film is so emotionally draining. It’s also in my top 20. One of the best films ever made.
Wonder if we might speak to you a moment?
THIS IS MY NEW FAVOURITE THING.
Dear person who made these- you are now my favourite human being. Please do more Endeavour gifs
He’s like “I know I look like a high school student, but I have a badge.”
I never said he was! Sherlock Holmes tells people he is. Why would you listen to him?
Nobody can define themselves.
That’s what he’d like people to think he is. And that’s it—and I think he probably longs to be one. I think he loiters around prisons for the criminally insane, envying them their emotional detachment.
He knows emotion is a problem to him.
A man who has decided to suppress all his emotions in order to be better at what he does clearly has an awful lot of emotion. That’s a very simple deduction. It clearly is a problem for him. So, in itself, that is an emotional decision.
(Babel on SVT Sweden, April 2014 [x])
Harold refuses to slouch. Even with that heavy prop.
Such a gent.
I would like to point out that Harold and Ernie pretty much have nothing suck in so……
Funny, I noticed that too. (
Because I’ve spent hours staring at him.)
Emmet: Look, you’re a free spirit, if you don’t want to go around there for coffee when she asks you say no.
Liz: But it doesn’t make any difference! She never listens anyway.
Emmet: Alright, we’ll rehearse it. You sit here practising steely determination and I shall pretend to be Hyacinth. Greater love hath no man for his sister than to be Hyacinth. Right here we go… phone ringing… well answer it…
Emmet: [In Hyacinth’s voice] Coffee at eleven Elizabeth?
Liz: Yes thank you Hyacinth.
Emmet: Oh no!
Liz: Oh I’m sorry, but you were so lifelike!
Emmet: Let’s have another go and remember Liz, you’re a woman not to be trifled with. Right here we go again. Phone’s ringing.
Emmet: It’s only me Elizabeth. Coffee at eleven?
Liz: No thank you Hyacinth, some other time.
I did it!
Liz: Hello. Coffee at eleven? Thank you Hyacinth…
this made me burst out laughing, so naturally i had to reblog it.
i NEED THIS CaT
It’s like Dan Aykroyd in Twilight Zone.
trying to answer an email from a “friend”/colleague:
who didn’t get back to me for over a month and I’m like:
her emails are so grandiose it’s laughable:
people should stop jacking me around:
because I’m sick of being a yes-man:
and then there was parental yelling:
and I plugged my ears:
and I get a look like “are you serious?”
are you fucking kidding me?
and my Tumblrfriends are:
So I sent the damn email to my unreliable colleague:
ate the last eclair:
and then my friend’s like “that’s a bummer” that I can participate.
like she didn’t give a shit
now I’m shot:
Dracula: Untold …IMDB
William Etty, Britomart redeems faire Amoret, 1833.
Female knight kicks ass.
favourite faces for favourite mythic ladies: Britomartis with Jaimie Alexander
Britomartis, the myths relate, was born in Krete of Zeus and Karme; she invented the nets which are used in hunting, and she passed her time in the company of Artemis, this being the reason why some men think Britomartis and Artemis are one and the same goddess; and the Kretans have instituted sacrifices and built temples in honour of this goddess.