clock-watcher:

Winner of the Special Award Steven Moffat & presenters Benedict Cumberbatch & Matt Smith at the Arqiva British Academy Television Awards 2012 on May 27, 2012 in London.  

verifascinating:

heysammy:

Oh uhm excuse me for a short second

Meet the new bosses…

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t0rchwood:

Me and Karen often call him the Moff, bit like the Hoff, but clever and Scottish and pale. He’s a bad but funny dancer, and he has a sort of wonderful pensity to be brilliantly cantankerous about the world, which is one of the things I love about him. He makes me laugh, I hope he keeps fighting for many years to come.

↪Matt Smith on Steven Moffat

lornasp:

Andrew’s win for best supporting actor

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kkatkkrap:

blackkolors:

#the thing that always makes me cry here is that he actually considers himself the son of odin #he’s still loyal to his father and he’s proud to be odin’s son even if he’s not biologically his son #so after being betrayed for all his life he still loves odin #and odin takes it all for granted

Okay, first I need to break out the warning .gif

So, random Loki-Feels that become incredibly personal: I am adopted.

I was adopted by my parents when I was three days old, and I’ve been raised by my parents, and in my own eyes, I have no other parents.  There’s this strange third-party whom I’ve vaguely aware of being part of my existence, but she is a stranger to me.

People are always asking me if I’ll seek my birth mother out, if I harbor any ill-feelings for having been adopted.  I don’t understand these questions at all.  My parents raised me, taught me, loved me, and put up with me through all those horrific teenage years.  My birth-mother was a cipher, a non-existent in that time.  According to my papers, I was not the first child she’d given up for adoption, but the second.  I don’t know what happened to her to make her need to go through such a horrific task as giving up a child twice, but there is a small part of me that is bitter.  I can’t help but wonder why she didn’t learn her lesson the first time, why it seems the decision to give me up came so easily.

I can understand Loki’s estrangement with Laufey.  He was ABANDONED in the temple by his own father when Odin and the Asgardians invaded Jotenheim.  Regardless of blood and flesh, they’re strangers to us.

I harbor no ill-will toward my birth mother, understand.  I don’t know if what was done was done casually or if she had to spend the rest of her teenage years picking up the pieces of a broken life.  I do know she settled down, has lived happily for many years with her husband and two children.  She could very well be living in this very neighborhood, and I would never know her.  Nor do I desire to.

My mother, my REAL mother, the woman who raised me and loved me and held me when I cried and put band aides on my scrapped knees, worries and frets.  There’s a part of her that fears one day I’ll tire of our family, that I’ll run off to find my birth mother and leave her, my real mother, behind forever.

That’s why this scene just made my heart swell.  Going back is never an option.  Our families may be flawed and imperfect, and we may be desperate to prove our love to our families, but we could never merely turn our backs on them.  Even when bitterness divides us (I’m bracing myself for the 2012 election, OH GOD), we are still family.  There may be times I hope I never see them again, but more often than not, I miss them terribly.

I get Loki on a totally different level.  Blood ties are strong, but in the words of Bobby Singer, “family don’t just end with blood.”  My mother is my only mother, and my father my only father.  If it came to bloodshed to protect them, you can be damn sure I’d pick up the scepter and fight.

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reducto1:

Inspired by this post =D

Uncle Tony is not happy.

sherlocknyc:

Steven Moffat Interviewed at the TV BAFTAs 2012 

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