Just tried to search “Benedict Cumerbatch Sexy” on google images.
I guess it just couldn’t handle it all.
- Partner: Why have you died my hair orange?
- Partner: Are you curling my hair?
- Partner: Why are my shirts so tight?
- Partner: Do I really have to buy the sequined shoes?
- Partner: No, love, my voice doesn't go that low.
- Partner: Why are all my clothes gone except for my Sherlock cosplay outfit?
- Me: WHY AREN'T YOU CUMBERBATCH
- ME: TRY HARDER
I won’t say anything, except for the fact that I was cleaning tea off of my macbook’s screen and keyboard for a solid twenty minutes afterward.
I SHRIEKED WITH LAUGHTER
BETH YOU NEED TO READ THIS
o h m y g o d
HAHAHAHAHAAH READ IT ALL NOW
The feelings I felt about this fic are exactly the ones I have of how Benedict Cumberbatch ruined all my expectations of men and my life. This fic will ruin your life.