This scene will go on forever in the internet long after the movie itself is forgotten. Heck I’ve not even seen A Dangerous Method yet or know the background on why this scene is happening but damn if I don’t know this scene.
Is- is that Kiera?
Really?
Wow.
Maybe I should watch this movie.
# Michael Fassbender
# BBC's Sherlock
# sherlock
# James McAvoy
# John Watson
# McFassy
# corssover
# prepare for the awesome
# win
“Well fuck me, I didn’t know there was such a place,” Michael mutters, watching as the little landlady - Mrs. Hudson? - pulled James into a hug.
“I know I haven’t been round for a while, sorry about that,” James was saying. “But there’s…there’s a problem, and we need to consult with him, and is he in?”
“What’s this?” asked the man in the cable-knit jumper, and Michael recognized him somehow. Army doctor.
“You must be Dr Watson,” James said. “McAvoy and Fassbender here for Sherlock Holmes.”


Yay! Thanks for making Tuesday liveable, dear! :D
# Benedict Cumberbatch
# Michael Fassbender
# James McAvoy
# Tom Hardy
# David Tennant
# Anne-Marie duff
# Martin Freeman
# so many awesome people
# all the awards
# please this needs to happen
…and it pretty much means “the gang”, or “the crowd one hangs out with”.
The more I follow the fortunes of a specific group of excellent actors and performers from the United Kingdom the more I’m tempted to just beg outright for a rom-com or something that has all of them in the cast.
I mean,…



All the wins.
This needs to happen!

Thanks, ninemoons42! This made my evening. :D
December 5th, 2008.
(sorry for the watermarks. XD)
I cannot even. Accordion and derp face and those shoes? He is so cute!
Michael Fassbender in ‘Shame’ - Stills [4 x HQ] [Full size *here*]
That one of him running. That’s the character right there.
BEST ONE EVER
# fanfiction
# awesomethingsaregoodforyou
# mcfassy
# james mcavoy
# Michael Fassbender
# genderbend
Michael Fassbender in black belt suspenders, black fishnet stockings, 5-inch (or taller?) stilletto black patent pumps, and nothing else.
Viewed from behind, in his manly, manly posture, legs spread. Dat Ass.
I think if I’d have let my reverie continue, James McAvoy would have followed in a…
Only for you, sister mine: brain breakage.
ninemoons42 writes: Leather and Lace
“Feels like we stepped into the pages of some kind of fetish shoot,” Michael muttered as he looked over his shoulder, down and down to the floor that seemed so far away. Teetering on stilettos and platforms. Black leather, a garter belt and fishnet stockings and not much of anything else. “How the hell do women manage to walk in these things?”
“Ask Jennifer, ask Rose - hell, you’ve as good as got January on speakerphone somewhere in the world, go ask her,” James laughed as he turned carefully in front of the full-length mirror propped up in the corner. He peered at the ribbons hanging off his shoulders, holding up little more than a scrap of white lace, and he stuck out his tongue at his own reflection, at the freckles all up and down his body - and then he turned that pout on Michael, who was obviously trying very hard not to laugh.
“Oi, watch it, I can knock you over with a feather on those things,” James laughed as he crossed the room to Michael’s side.
“And I’m led to believe you’re a girl?” Michael mocked. “Dressed like that you’d almost convince me, but your manners leave much to be desired.”
And then he nearly jumped a mile when James pinched the bared skin of his backside. Michael growled, and moved to reciprocate, and there was a hand wrapped lightly around his throat and he was looking down into blue eyes, into malice and laughter, and he looked away and laughed. “You’re going to be the death of me.”
James winked and didn’t release his hold. “You were in doubt of that? For shame….”
Was trying so damned hard not to laugh at my workstation. This, dear sister, is why I love you. :D
Michael Fassbender in black belt suspenders, black fishnet stockings, 5-inch (or taller?) stilletto black patent pumps, and nothing else.
Viewed from behind, in his manly, manly posture, legs spread. Dat Ass.
I think if I’d have let my reverie continue, James McAvoy would have followed in a sheer, pink babydoll number (“white or gray”, quipped ninemoons42, as he’d more likely wear those colors). With blush stickers.
Thus, a sheer white babydoll number with an itty-bitty tong. Heeheehee.
But yeah, Dat Ass.