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Be prepared for a huge amount of Benedict Cumberbatch and Sherlock fandom here.
This tumblr may or may not also contain the following: kimono. Tom Hiddleston. Photography. Supernatural. Nail polish. Classic American muscle cars. Comic books. Science fiction. Alex Kingston. Kitties. Jensen Ackles. Stupid internet memes. Cephalopods. Jewelry. Flowers. Tea. Doctor Who. Harry Potter. True Blood. Tom Felton. Misha Collins.
Apparently, I’m on a Hamish kick today.
I know his violin should be electric, but I couldn’t find a decent workable photo of a man with the proper-looking hands playing one, so have a weirdly-coloured acoustic instead. It’s to keep Father happy, he’s a stickler for tradition. Or something.
1 month ago on April 11, 2012 at 08:16pm
“Remembrance” - A Sherlock/John ficlet featuring Hamish
Warnings for: Angst, grief, Reichenbach spoilers.
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“When did you even get half of these books, Hal?” John asked as he handed another stack down from the shelf and into the waiting hands of his son. “Medical record, Volume 38, St. Francis Hospital, New York, 1890….Wait… is this the original medical record book from a nineteenth-century hospital in New York? Are you even allowed to take that out of the country?”
Hamish smiled faintly. “Yeah, um, that one is on… extended temporary loan. It’s through a friend of Uncle Mycroft. I’ll put that in the ‘return’ lot, then.” He started to throw the book into a small crate at the foot of his bed, caught himself, thought better of it, and gingerly placed it inside.
John moved up one step on the ladder and began to pull down more of the books.
Damnit, woman.
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4 months ago on January 25, 2012 at 05:30pm
