Vagina Doom

Riley. 15. INTJ. 8w7. Captain of the Failboat. Sapiosexual. Ravenclaw. Nerdfighter. Killjoy. Whovian. Sherlockian. District Three. Earthbender. Dauntless. Galaxy Hitchhiker. Liberal. Feminist. Bibliophile. Grammar nazi. Invisibly ill.

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tino-vainamoinen:

watsonyrmind:

nifflerprophecy:

LOOK AT WHAT JUST HAPPENED.

I was going home form school and needed gas. So I stop at a Shell at the corner of Pico and Lincoln. This girl in a shiny BMW steals the spot I was going to use, so I pull into another one.

And who strolls right past my bumper?

Benedict.

Mother fucking.

CUMBERBATCH.

I immediately started shaking. I’m really surprised I remembered to put the car in park… 

But I went inside the gas station, tapped him on the arm and said “Excuse me, but you look a lot like Benedict Cumberbatch.” 

And he said “I am Benedict Cumberbatch.” 

That’s where my heart stopped functioning and my legs turned to jello. Because I didn’t believe that it could actually be him, because the universe doesn’t like me enough.

I asked if I could get a photo with him, and he said he would, but he was really late (I expect for Star Trek filming!) and asked if he could deal with getting his gas first (apparently the pump was being weird, while he was sorting it out this old lady was babbling at me about how the pump wouldn’t stop and got gas on her…).

When he finished he asked if I just wanted it of him or if I wanted it with both of us, and I said both OBVIOUSLY, took the picture, thanked him and went outside to pump my gas.

I didn’ want to be really fangirly and obnoxious, because that’s what I hate in fangirls, but I spent the rest of my drive home BLASTING metal and just screaming. I admit that I ran a red light and had to snap myself back into focus a couple times.

Oh! He was driving a silver jag-yoo-ar convertible with an out of state plate, and had the top down!!! He was so adorable, he couldn’t figure out how to work the pump, I almost offered to help him out AND I BLOODY SHOULD HAVE. I’m like thinking back on it and I wish I had tried to interact more with him, but I was afraid that if I tried my legs would just collapse…

But he was lovely and adorable and wearing sweatpants and I think his hair dye is washing out cuz it looked a little gingery!!!

I honestly think I’m in shock. I need a blanket.

can i pump your gas for you sir?

I 

would

have

DIED

I’d like to pump your gas, if you know what I mean.

3 months ago with 9648 notes — via i-aint-even-bovvered, © consulting-meerkat

#sherlock