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Modern, coffeeshop, nobody-dies AU of Hamlet, by William Shakespeare.

In which the capital of Denmark is now a café, Barnardo thinks the espresso machine is haunted, and Hamlet is secretly fond of pumpkin spice lattés (and not-so-secretly fond of Horatio).

11854 words; rated M; warnings for familial arguing, depression, self-harm, and suicide.

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it was very dorky, and i find basically any form of dorky that isn’t creepy is adorable.

okay… i suppose that makes sense. i still don’t get what’s adorable about sadness tho??? ur strange

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bakerstreetbabes:

jackie-illustration:

Well… another fanart…I think I can’t do anything else these days… And that’s not really positive…

bakerstreetbabes:

jackie-illustration:

Well… another fanart…I think I can’t do anything else these days… And that’s not really positive…

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ghostbees:

A Recommendation List of Holmes Stories
This is—for the moment—exclusively Victorian/Edwardian, as in book Holmes and things that read like book Holmes, for the excellent reason that my interests are very limited. A mixed assortment of friendship and romance, because why choose when you can have both; warnings, genres, themes, pairings and other important stuff mentioned between brackets (hopefully).

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ghostbees:

A Recommendation List of Holmes Stories

This is—for the moment—exclusively Victorian/Edwardian, as in book Holmes and things that read like book Holmes, for the excellent reason that my interests are very limited. A mixed assortment of friendship and romance, because why choose when you can have both; warnings, genres, themes, pairings and other important stuff mentioned between brackets (hopefully).

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okay sleep now

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A few days ago I was doing the ironing and listening to Cabin Pressure with my dad sitting at his computer nearby. Ottery St Mary was playing, and, dad being a professional musician and having a practically encyclopedic knowledge of classical music, I decided to ask if he could identify the Chopin piece Douglas plays on the piano they’re supposed to be moving. Father said it was one of the (many) Nocturnes, and a quick search on YouTube gave - this. Op. 9 No. 2.

*shrug* Thought some of the Cabin Crew might be interested. Also it’s pretty. (Also, I found a recording played by Rachmaninov. *silent screams*)

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#skyping with Togas #it means 50% fanperson squealing #10% incomprehensiblity #5% hair stories #10% meaningful conversation #25% watching me eat things that are supposedly mushrooms #cuddlytogas

(Source: sigtryggr)

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Oh my god you guys

Fifty followers.

HOW DID THIS HAPPEN

THANK YOU ALL

(Even though at least ten or so of you are actually bots OH WELL)

FIFTY FOLLOWERS

I’ve no idea why, BUT STILL

8DD

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Title: One, Two, Three (Went the Bullets)

Author: sigtryggr

Rating: PG to PG-13

Word Count: about 1,500

Looks like I wrote a melodramatic Sherlock fic based upon this post, but tumblr was baffled by my formatting (?) so I had to resort to posting it on the neglected LJ that I don’t want anyone to know about…

Because Sig enjoys breaking my heart in new and fantastic ways.

EVERYONE SHOULD READ THIS because Sig writes an incredible John and I simultaneously want to hug her and punch her for being so bloody talented and lovely.