I admit, I was weirdly disappointed to learn that Benedict Cumberbatch is engaged. Like, I wasn't expecting to give a damn, and I kind of do, so it's weird. Upon reflection, I seem to have unintentionally constructed some kind of Benedict Cumberbatch headcanon in which Benedict is actually gay, and just not publically out. I also seem to have grown somewhat attached to that headcanon. To the point where I may have been casually waiting for it to be confirmed.* And yeah, there are probably a thousand and one things BC - the actual person - has said or done to suggest against it, but I mostly just follow BC's career and read the occasional interview; it's not like I was looking that hard. It wasn't even that I was shipping him with Martin. Well, maybe a little, deep down, just as a knee-jerk kind of thing. But I didn't seriously think anything was going on there, or was ever going to happen there (particularly because Amanda, but also because reality). It's just that my brain apparently decided to conflate, "Plays a character that I read (and read, and read) as gay," with "Is gay."
The perils of shipper bleed-over, everybody.
*Not that an actor's sexual orientation makes a difference to me in terms of how I value them/their skills, of course. It's just that I had this sort of story about the dude in my head for ages, and now it's toast, bludgeoned into a husk of a fiction by one sudden bit of celebrity news. Tis a sad day for fangirls: the golden age of unimpeded fangirling over the dude with the weird name has come to an end. Because whether you want them, or want to see them with someone else, it's never the same once they're married.