You never forget the first time you heard Benedict Cumberbatch’s voice. It’s like seeing a cat open its mouth and bark. It’s like a skinny young white boy singing belting out gospel music in a robust operatic voice. It’s like being at the pet store and hearing “hello” in a deep voice and turning around to see a lizard pressed against the glass, refusing to break eye contact
Every now and then, I shit out a piece of writing that makes me laugh hysterically at myself.
Dean balanced the hot styrofoam container in one hand as he unlocked the motel room door. He kept his eyes wide as he moved cautiously through the dim twilight, with each step laying his feet to the ground with great care. As his keys slipped out of his pocket and clattered on the linoleum, his spine went rigid. He locked his eyes on his brother in the second bed and held his breath. The sound of Sam’s soft snoring relaxed Dean’s shoulders, and he continued to move delicately to the dining table. With one last cautionary glance at Sam, Dean dug into his salty, fried breakfast. His stomach rumbled gleefully as he shovelled mouthfuls of scrambled eggs and sausage, barely chewing before swallowing the food into the massive void in his gut. He used pieces of toast to mop up the last of the eggs, and licked the trail of grease that had run down his arm. His eyes went wide as he heard Sam inhale sharply, and he crammed the remaining strips of bacon in his mouth.
"Mornin’," Dean mumbled through a mouthful of meat. Sam had sat upright in bed, his fingers tangled in his dishevelled hair. His eyes were wide and glazed over, staring into another dimension. Dean seized the opportunity and pitched the foam take-out box in the bin behind him. As Sam’s mind and body seemed to re-align with reality, his eyes cleared and moved about the room before locking on Dean.
"Hey, what’s up?" Sam scratched at his head before de-tangling his hand.
"You ok, Sammy?" Dean said, and then swallowed the mouthful of bacon.
"Yeah, it’s fine." Sam said, rubbing his temples.
"You know, it would be easier if you skipped the whole ‘lying to me’ part and just told me what’s goin’ on." Dean sighed.
"Speak for yourself, ketchup face," Sam said, cracking a smile.
Dean frowned, then wiped his mouth on the back of his hand, and muttered “sonofabitch” under his breath before licking the ketchup off.
Bless the Sultan
The fact that that was the thing that pulled the Sultan out of his trance.
I follow a wide range of blogs to make sure my own blog content is as inconsistent and annoying as possible
So, I was in the car today and saw someone with the license plate “X0DUS3 5”, so I thought it was like Exodus 3:5 and I looked it up, and do you know what it said?
"Do not come any closer."
Now that’s a well done biblical license plate.
I literally had to pause the movie and go outside
so I’m back at school and this is the first project of the year. its even typed in comic sans.
This seems like the kind of project my mum would come up with for her science classes.
randomly-placed-herbs, this is a fox amigurumi I made, so doing a human doll would be a bit of a step up. But I’m totally into accepting that challenge.