Inside the mind of a Knight of Space

lizardking90:

These are the Waitomo glow caves in New Zealand, and they’re named for the glowworms that inhabit them, Arachnocampa luminosa. The glowworms are endemic to New Zealand, and are around the size of an average mosquito. The walls of the caves are covered with a mushroom like fungi related to the genus Pleurotus. Albino cave ants and weta (giant crickets) also inhabit this cave system.

-ifuckinglovescience

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fishingboatproceeds:

bbc-bestbromancecompany:

Nerdfighter Benedict? Or just failed Vulcan?

As far as I can tell, there are eight possibilities here. (I’ve spent a fair bit of time thinking about this.)

1. Benedict Cumberbatch is a hardcore nerdfighter and when Martin Freeman threw up a gang sign, Cumberbatch was like, “I have one of those.”

2. Cumberbatch, who obviously has a relationship with Star Trek, just naturally changed the Vulcan sign (pulling in the thumbs, turning the palms inward, crossing the arms) in precisely the same way that I happened to change the Vulcan sign when I first made the nerdfighter sign in the halcyon days of 2007.

3. One of the interns on set who has gained the trust of Benedict Cumberbatch was like, “If you do your hands like this, the Internet will get really excited.” And so he did.

4. BBC, in their infinite wisdom, staged the entire photo and Cumberbatch was taught the nerdfighter sign (I MEAN LOOK AT THE PERFECTION OF HIS NERDFIGHTER SIGN! He seems so comfortable and confident in it, almost as if it is muscle memory, almost as if he has flashed it to his laptop screen on hundreds of occasions in the past, but I digress) and this photograph was staged to get people psyched for Sherlock, although what tiny segment of nerdfighteria is not already psyched for Sherlock? Also, if this is the case, who is Martin Freeman trying to advertise to? Residents of the West Side?

5. Benedict Cumberbatch has a relative or a friend who is a nerdfighter and so he is passingly familiar with nerdfighteria and liked what he has seen and wanted to make us all very happy.

6. The nerdfighter sign also happens to be the hand sign of some obscure English gang with which I am unfamiliar called like The East London Wanderers or The Slightly Intimidating Liverpudlians or whatever.

7. Nerdfighteria actually figures in the plot of the new season of Sherlock. Perhaps a nerdfighter has been (wrongly no doubt!) accused of a murder.

8. Benedict Cumberbatch was playing some kind of British version of Rock Paper Scissors against two invisible opponents, and he went double scissors (as any smart person would).

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5moremonths:

spicyshimmy:

She will see him change. Slowly, very slowly, so that the changes will appear inevitable—or unnoticeable—to any who do not know his body so intimately. She will compare him every morning to the man who fell asleep the previous night and when the first gray comes and the others follow she will be waiting for them, an enemy more dangerous and more insidious than the Reapers ever were. An enemy that is also an ally; a constant; a truth; a reality. Time.

He will ask her if he has gained weight. He will turn sideways in front of a mirror and she will tell him exactly how much weight he has gained since the night before, then exactly how much he has gained since the year before, then exactly how much he has gained since they first met. ‘Not like I can go pump some iron with Beefbags McLargeHuge or anything,’ he will grumble, a sparkle in his eye.

That sparkle is life. And age is a facet of life. Change is made of age. Literally.

She will observe the hair on his belly. She will take note of the length of his stubble. She will allow him to be stubborn until his stubbornness becomes detrimental to his well-being, and then she will supply the crutches. They will make his forearms sore. They will rub the skin until it is raw and he will cool it against her, resting his wrist upon her stomach, until they are both warmer than they were before.

Before. A nebulous concept. After. There is only one certainty.

She will not grow old with him. He will change on the outside and remain remarkably similar on the inside, whereas she will metamorphose opposite to his progression. She will still look the same, but he will change her breath by breath beneath the derma, where the truth lies. Fear is the truth.

He will die.

And he knows this; he is smarter than he pretends to look, and he knows this. Yet still, despite the knowledge, there are thousands of photographs, memories in time, of them laughing. Not without a care. With every care. His funny eyebrows. The weight he has gained. The crutches he grouchily came to accept. His arm around her. Warming each other, skin to artificial skin.

She will live. And listen to his steady heart. Love, laughter, aches, pleasures. Change. 

you know my life was going pretty ok for a while and then YOU CAME ALONG ALL FINE AND DANDY LIKE “let me just leave this here” WELL SCREW YOU WE DON’T EVEN HAVE ICE CREAM IN THIS HOUSE WHAT AM I SUPPOSED TO DO NOW?

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