// Jesus Christ…//

There just seems to be absolute chaos on the Cumberbatch tag, right now.

Cumberbitches are going mental on a scavanger hunt to find him at the Oscars…which I’m guessing - at this point - didn’t even attend. Kind of want to laugh, but at the same time I feel sorry for everyone who had their hopes high to see him.

Moral of the story; don’t build your hopes up.

But on the other hand, there’s a rumour about him playing The Master in Doctor Who, so I can’t even hear myself think over the sound of so many ovaries exploding.

Total insanity, fandom wise.

// I have a confession…//

Benedict’s not at the Oscars…

because he’s with me. Sigh.

I didn’t want to tell you lest I face the wrath of the Cumberbitches. But I just couldn’t stand the sight of the Benedict Cumberbatch tag being raped with anymore ‘WHERE’S MY BENNY?!’ posts.

Now you know. You can all calm your tits now, Cumberbitches.

You are by far my favourite visitor yet.