ask past

luckyspike:

like ok hannibal is always making really nice meals and eating really fancy food

does he ever just go home after work and like stare at his freezer full of body parts and just

“you know i don’t really feel like human tonight.

im gonna have a hot pocket.”

koulin:

electricsundials:

notpossibleoswin:

elkane:

Jack Dawson… Penniless artist who wins a ticket onto Titanic in 1912, attends a first class dinner, develops a taste for the finer things in life, pockets the Heart of the Ocean, survives the sinking, pawns the diamond, spends the following ten years building his wealth and in 1922 moves to West Egg as Jay Gatsby… Millionaire with a shady past and fear of swimming pools.

IT ALL MAKES SENSE.

Then Inception happens

my head hurts

amandatolleson:

there-were-giants:

amandatolleson:

why though.

Oh man those sketch guidelines look like an almost-invisible mask covering his face, future echoes of what he would be forced to wear in Silence of the Lambs.

oh shit just got real.

cumbertrekky:

leawinchester:

Yep…I made it…my stuff LOL

This is so funny XD

Brilliant

I read that your parents didn’t want you to be an actor?

No, because they just saw the pitfalls of it every day, and you don’t know where your next job is coming from and it’s unstable, into which they were having a child, me, and you want stability for your children. You want something better and everything that was bad about it for them, they wanted me to be free of for me, but I just kept on doing it, kept on doing it, at school and University and eventually my dad said, I said this before when I played Ricky Roma in Glengarry Glen Ross, but actually, it was Salieri in Amadeus, and he said in a car park afterwards, we were saying goodbye and he said, “You are better than I was or ever will be, you will have a really good time doing this for a living.” And I cried and from that moment. I thought, “Okay, if I’ve got his blessing, then I’m going to do it.”

(x) + (x)

booksandwildthings:

riceballhika:

if I was an actor in something popular, I’d go to cons cosplaying that character

except I’d get a really shitty party wig and sew a terrible outfit out of costume satin

and then if I got called out on how terrible my cosplay was

I’d rip off the wig and tearaway cosplay, revealing my real hair and outfit underneath

and be like

“I AM THAT CHARACTER”

sketchlock:

lyndsayfaye:

barachiki:

barachiki:

Sherlock receives information from one of his many contacts.

(I just really wanted to make Dawson, too)

YISS

cumberbuddy:

gallifreyan-consulting-auror:

*poof* ovaries gone.

I am relishing in that first one. 

safe-behind-bars:

#sorry not sorry

Sorry for just constantly reblogging Benedict in general.