haha it's definitely jigsaw, the last photo is horrible đ¤Ł
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haha it's definitely jigsaw, the last photo is horrible đ¤Ł

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I am not anyone connected to these idea you hold, I am a deeply concerned person who just came across your blog while looking for memes and clips of Benedict. Please, I'm not just saying this, seek some help. There are people who are professionals who can pull you out of this line of thinking. Please take this to heart as its coming from just someone passing by and is concerned. I would reccomend taking some time off of the internet completely and seeking a non judgemental but unbiased third party to discuss your beliefs and see how they could be not only irrational but also negatively affecting you. This isn't healthy, but there is always a way out. Please seriously consider this. Read it a few times if you have to. It truly isn't normal to think this way simply over an actor, even with as much as you like him.
Yup. Gator's right. This is definitely Jo from Tavistock.
Benedict Cumberbatch and Sophie Hunter have been married since 2015. Here's a complete timeline of their relationship.
another article paid for by the zero team
jigsaw expressions, angry face, displeased face
jigsaw stealing the spotlight on the red carpet in london
I will only say three things :
one the dress is horrible , two the hairstyle is cute, three I liked the makeup.

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On the Resistance
Over the years, Iâve had numerous dreams about helping the Resistance. The only one I can remember right now was one I had just the other day, that I was walking around [the MSUâ Northern] campus with a weird cellphone on which I was receiving instructions to rescue a Resistance member who was being held prisoner somewhere on campus. It seems that as a kid, I had at some point gotten mixed up with a Resistance group called âThe Zero Huntersâ (that name sounds really familiar, despite having never heard of it anywhere in the waking worldâŚ), which consisted mostly of kids and teenagers, and (at least in my dreams) they were really impressed with my skills. The weird part is that after I got going, I started hearing conflicting transmissions on the phone, and as far as I can tell, the ârescueâ was just a sting to catch any Resistance members who took the bait. Most of what I remember about the rest of the dream is me wandering around, trying to find a place to ditch the phone before the Bad Guys caught me with it. -11/14/01
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While they were finishing up Shadesâ purchase, a snug-fitting shoulder holster, and Justin started making inquiries about bolts, Rod breezed in, browsing Jolly Rogerâs wares. âFancy meeting you guys here,â he remarked. âCanât say I was expecting you, but I guess I shouldnât be surprised. In any case, this works out well, since I wanted to ask you for some advice. You know, practical advice, from somebody whoâs been there.â âWhat do you mean?â Shades asked. âFighting,â Rod elaborated. âEven one of you has seen more action than all of us combined. After hearing about your crazy adventures, I think itâd be a good idea to arm ourselves, and start practicing, before we set out to tour the world.â âGood thinking,â Justin chimed in. âYou can never be too well prepared out there!â âThereâs not a shooting range around here, but I suppose I could set something up.â Recalling their harrowing travel tales with every word. âI was just wondering if you guys have any pointers.â âYeah,â Shades told him. âFirst and foremost, always be sure you know what youâre shooting at before you shoot. The last thing you want to do is accidentally hit your friends.â âI think that oneâs pretty obvious, isnât it?â Justin jumped in. âIâll tell you the most useful thing I was ever told about guns, and Iâll do it for free âcause youâre his friend. You wanna practice your quick-draw every day. I always practice ten times before I go to sleep.â âThatâs a keeper,â Shades seconded. Back when they first met, he had his doubts based on his companionâs crude form at hand-to-hand, but after witnessing Justinâs gunplay for himself, he could see just how skilled he really was in that department. âIâve been doing that for a while, and itâs definitely helped.â Though not half as fast as Justin, at least he wasnât fumbling it anymore. âYou want to get it down to where you can do it in your sleep. A weapon is no use if you canât get to it fast enough. An ambush wonât give you time to think about technique.â âI see,â Rod nodded. âYou guys werenât kidding about all that shit, were you?â âDamn straight!â Justin laughed. âUnless you can draw quick enough, and aim decently at the same time, your gun might as well be back on the ship for all the good itâll do ya when you really need it.â âI donât know exactly how to say it,â Shades informed him, âso Iâll be blunt: you canât think in terms of your old life. Master Al was a combat veteran, whereas I grew up in a civilian society. These days, I think Iâm finally starting to get what he was trying to teach me all those years. Iâm just glad I started to âget itâ before it got me.â While they were talking, Rod was browsing the gun display, pausing at something that made him blink in spite of himself. At his request, Wilkins fetched it out of the case, allowing him to examine it. Both Justin and Shades trailed off as Rod turned over the peculiar piece in his hands, Shades especially, as something about it struck him as eerily familiar. âRoulette?âŚâ Rod stammered, rotating the gun to examine all six of its gatling-gun barrels. Attached to an assault rifle stock, with a stabilizing hand-grip on top. Four slots for power clips lined the length of the buttstock, Justin noticed. âMy Zero Hunter weapon, just like in my dreamsâŚâ Though not an exact likeness, Rod found the resemblance most uncanny. âRouletteâŚâ Shades also pondered that name, seeing Rod in a whole new light while holding that weapon. Certainly older now, but that was to be expected after seven years. âYou mean, from the Resistance?â âWait a minute,â Justin blurted. âWhat are you talking about? You know this guy from somewhere?â âYeahâŚâ Shades mumbled, his certainty building the more he thought about it. âBut only in my dreams. We used to fight together, as a team.â âShadesâŚâ Rod mulled over that name. Of course, he had wondered why the name âShadesâ sounded so familiar to him back at the Mall, but back then he had been too preoccupied with the curse, and their first live show, to give it much thought. Now, holding this weapon, he found himself remembering a lot of things he hadnât thought much about until he wound up in the Sixth Dimension. âIt really is you, isnât it?â âBut⌠I thought you were just a dreamâŚâ Or at least assumed he was back then, as he had no analogue to anyone he knew in the waking world. Just another âdenizenâ of the dream world, if an ally rather than an enemy. âYeah, but Iâm the one who told you not to use your real name there, remember?â âYes, the Resistance⌠the Zero HuntersâŚâ Among them, a young man who called himself Roulette⌠a voice that was and wasnât Carlosâ, threatening them⌠It was starting to come back to him. All the crazy dreams he used to have when he was a kid. Especially that year. Things he had thought less and less about in the intervening years, while his thoughts were more focused on his more recent dreams these days. âI remember, you and Quincy, and Amy, tooâŚâ âAmy?âŚâ Rod paused for a moment. âYou donât meanâŚâ âTomboy?â they both blurted in unison. âYou mean sheâs the one youâve been looking for all this time?â Rod gasped. âWhat the hell are you guys talking about?â Justin demanded, looking back and forth between them. âIâm not even sure where to begin,â Shades told his friend. âI used to think it was all just a dreamâŚâ Turning back to Rod. Roulette. âBut if you were realâŚâ Back then, he kept telling himself it couldnât really be her, just another dream figment tagging along for the rideâ too afraid to ask her in the waking world, despite being right in the next row in class, so close, yet so very far away, for fear she might think he was some kind of freak⌠âThen does that mean AmyâŚâ Not so sure he liked where this was going, given the kind of dreams she starred in in this world, combined with the kind of dreams she used to turn up in back in his. âThis could take a while to explain, but Iâll tell you about it later, okay?â Looking a trifle miffed, Justin turned back to negotiating replacement flash and smoke bolts from Jolly Rogerâs rather limited selection. Turning back to Rod, Shades asked, âSo, if you were real, then does that mean Quincy was real, too?â âYes,â Rod answered, his face turning somber. âHe lived in another town, so it was only hearing about it from a friend who lived there that I found out what happened. We only met once, on a field trip, because we recognized each other in the waking world. But you remember how he disappeared, right before those last couple battles before the Rift closed?â âSort of.â Shades liked where this was going even less than thinking about the implications of Amyâs dreaming plight. Probably because it was another unwelcome factor in this equation. âWell, he was found dead one morning,â Rod told him, his voice ashen sober. âI had to do some digging to find out, but it turns out he died in his sleep. Parents found him dead when he wouldnât wake up for school. Not a scratch on him, cause of death unknown.â âThe Zeroes got himâŚâ Exactly as Shades feared. âŚWill wake up dead (Trap)⌠Almost wishing he could forget Amyâs entry in the Book of Fate. Back when he was a kid, he sometimes feared that if he had taken even one wrong turn in some of those dreams, he would never wake up, but over the years had written it off as scaring himself needlessly. âThose werenât just normal dreams, were they?â âI think youâre right,â Rod agreed. âIâm just flying by the seat of my pants here, but the best theory I can come up with is that there is more than one level, more than one layer, to the dream world. For instance, thereâs just your own dreams, which are probably no more dangerous than, say, watching a movieâŚâ âBut go deeper down the rabbit holeâŚâ Shades speculated, âand you end up someplace other dreamers can wander into, as well. And if you die thereâŚâ âYou donât come back,â Rod nodded. âOf course, I canât help thinking that most pass through that level from time to time, but most donât stick around long enough to take any serious risks, or maybe wake up before theyâre in too deep⌠I used to warn Quincy not to wander off on his own, but he always insisted on scouting out that weird No Manâs Land on the border of Zero territory. He always had a bad habit of letting his curiosity get the best of him.â âAnd sometimes you couldnât wake up,â Shades recalled, that was especially true in No Manâs Land, that eerie place where the fabric of the dreamplane itself seemed to have been corrupted by the Zeroesâ presence. âI hope nothing like that happens to Amy.â âIf I were you,â Rod said, face and tone dead serious, âI would try to catch up with her in there, even you canât find her out here. I mean, I know she was a Zero Hunter like us, but it sounds like sheâs forgotten how to fight in that world, and you might be able to remind her.â âI see.â Shades nodded. âIâve been having some creepy dreams these days, but none of them are like those dreams⌠Itâs like Iâm just a spectator, rather than a player. I donât think I remember how to go all the way downâŚâ âYou have to try,â Rod pleaded, âfor her sake, as well as ours. You have a stronger connection to her, so youâre more likely to find her in there. To tell you the truth, Iâm also having trouble getting into it, but Iâve seen enough to convince me that the Zeroes are back, and you donât want her to have to face them aââ âThere you are!â Dusk poked his head in the door. âEverybody else is ready to rehearse! Come on, man!â âJust a minute!â Rod called back, then turned back to Shades. âJust remember, itâs dangerous in there, so keep your wits about you. Donât let the fog of dreams cloud your mind on that side. Weâll talk about this some more later, okay?â âOkay.â Shades half expected this to be some kind of prank, but Rod knew way too much. Even Amyâs old Zero Hunter codename, something he had never told a soul in the waking world. âYo, Russell,â Rod turned to the proprietor, handing him the peculiar piece, âthis thingâs an important memento from my childhood. I donât suppose I could talk you into hanging onto this while I make payments?â Leaving Shades to his own troubled thoughts as he wandered out the door with his new shoulder holster little more than an afterthought.