quantumblog:

Want to see Martin Freeman in a Mime Murder Mystery?


e-l-e-n-a-t:

“True was the word I told you:
   Only my son I feared;
For I doubt the sapling courage
   That goes without the beard.
But now in vain is the torture,
   Fire shall never avail:
Here dies in my bosom
   The secret of Heather Ale.”


musicalpoppadom:

'John, I'm only dancing

She turns me on, but I’m only dancing.’