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Aug 26

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Aug 25

ireallyshouldbedrawing:

yes hello can i skip work today because i stayed up late reading fanfiction

Aug 14

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thevanishingtwin:

tokyopt:

thevanishingtwin:

My story is not so bad: saw Frankenstein on friday with JLM as creature, came back saturday for the reverse. Cumberbatch and 2 other actors were off sick (some stomach bug that went around NT)….

Well, it was a little weird because Naomie Harris was also off, so one actress was covering 2 main female characters (!!!). It was ok, the poor understudy did really well (understudy to an actor like Cumberbatch, imagine that!) but I had just seen it 12hs earlier so I could really tell the diference. :-|
I ended up seeing Cumberbatch as the Creature on the cinema, but I did trek back a month later for day tickets and managed to finally see him live (as creature).

I was thinking of going to see richard III in september as well. :)

I am going to Hamlet, yes. Twice. :)

Oh lucky you, I wish I could afford that.

I have my one Hamlet ticket and I swear to god if Cumberbatch is unwell that day I will beg every single person on here to give me a spare ticket.

What day are you going in September? Who knows, I might be able to go the same day and we could meet up! But only if you want of course.

Hey, if I go to Richard III I’ll be going alone, so meeting up would be great. :)

I was going to go next week, but a family trip came up. So a London trip in September will be a bit of a tight squeeze. I’m waiting to see how it goes and if I feel up to going to London in a couple of weeks. I’ll be sure to post about it here. :)

(After my Frankestein experience it’s two tickets for Cumberbatch always lol)

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thevanishingtwin:

tokyopt replied to your post:tokyopt replied to your post “Richard III” Oh no!…
My story is not so bad: saw Frankenstein on friday with JLM as creature, came back saturday for the reverse. Cumberbatch and 2 other actors were off sick (some stomach bug that went around NT)….

Well, it was a little weird because Naomie Harris was also off, so one actress was covering 2 main female characters (!!!). It was ok, the poor understudy did really well (understudy to an actor like Cumberbatch, imagine that!) but I had just seen it 12hs earlier so I could really tell the diference. :-|
I ended up seeing Cumberbatch as the Creature on the cinema, but I did trek back a month later for day tickets and managed to finally see him live (as creature).

I was thinking of going to see richard III in september as well. :)

I am going to Hamlet, yes. Twice. :)

Aug 12

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tokyopt:

justonelasttrick:

anigrrrl2:

OMG, Hamlet is sold out. The whole run. WTF. 

If you don’t understand this… Let me explain… It never happens!
A complet show… Sold out. Those are Things that just don’t happen. But now it has.
And that is beautiful

Sold out show is not the unusual part.

It’s a sold out show of 3 FUCKING MONTHS in a 1100 SEAT CAPACITY FUCKING ROOM a YEAR IN ADVANCE with only TWO FREAKING NAMES ANNOUNCED: one actor, the director.

Someone on twitter was asking me why Hamlet was being so sought after (she had just been in San Diego despite having failed to get tickets to Comic Con!). My reply: in a word, Cumberbatch. He’s a one man Comic Con.

Congrats to everyone able to grab tickets! I never had a chance in hell, but I’m happy for all of you. Enjoy. Be respectful. Have an awesome time.

And sincerest congratulations to Benedict. I can’t imagine how he must feel now, but I’m sure he’ll show his thanks in the best way possible: By giving an unforgettable performance.

Aug 11

justonelasttrick:

anigrrrl2:

OMG, Hamlet is sold out. The whole run. WTF. 

If you don’t understand this… Let me explain… It never happens!
A complet show… Sold out. Those are Things that just don’t happen. But now it has.
And that is beautiful

Sold out show is not the unusual part.

It’s a sold out show of 3 FUCKING MONTHS in a 1100 SEAT CAPACITY FUCKING ROOM a YEAR IN ADVANCE with only TWO FREAKING NAMES ANNOUNCED: one actor, the director.

Someone on twitter was asking me why Hamlet was being so sought after (she had just been in San Diego despite having failed to get tickets to Comic Con!). My reply: in a word, Cumberbatch. He’s a one man Comic Con.

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Wake Your Watsons Up 17/30: Hiatus
doodle by ireallyshouldbedrawing • ficlet by ColebaltBlue
also on AO3
—-
The private carriage was courtesy Mycroft and the swathes of bandages and blankets insured our relative anonymity as we returned to London. Holmes had not regained true consciousness since I had found him splayed out on the rocks at the foot of the falls. I was a doctor and I knew what this meant - a brain injury of this scale. I could only hope that he would be one of the miracle cases, but the Sherlock Holmes as we knew him was dead.
We settled him in my home in Kensington - a sunny bedroom at the front of the house - and I began my vigil. My practice suffered greatly for the time I spent by his side. But I didn’t care for anything but my patient.
He began to slowly awaken from his coma. Confused, struggling to form words, and completely unaware of who or where he was. I would not give up. I would never give up for him. The pieces of his mind returned slowly.
I folded his hand around cups and encouraged him to drink. I read to him, endlessly, and wrote furiously by his side. But he seemed not to know me from anyone else.
Then one morning I awoke, a sore neck, stiff shoulder, and aching leg to the soft whisper of, “Watson?”

Wake Your Watsons Up 17/30: Hiatus

doodle by ireallyshouldbedrawing • ficlet by ColebaltBlue

also on AO3

—-

The private carriage was courtesy Mycroft and the swathes of bandages and blankets insured our relative anonymity as we returned to London. Holmes had not regained true consciousness since I had found him splayed out on the rocks at the foot of the falls. I was a doctor and I knew what this meant - a brain injury of this scale. I could only hope that he would be one of the miracle cases, but the Sherlock Holmes as we knew him was dead.

We settled him in my home in Kensington - a sunny bedroom at the front of the house - and I began my vigil. My practice suffered greatly for the time I spent by his side. But I didn’t care for anything but my patient.

He began to slowly awaken from his coma. Confused, struggling to form words, and completely unaware of who or where he was. I would not give up. I would never give up for him. The pieces of his mind returned slowly.

I folded his hand around cups and encouraged him to drink. I read to him, endlessly, and wrote furiously by his side. But he seemed not to know me from anyone else.

Then one morning I awoke, a sore neck, stiff shoulder, and aching leg to the soft whisper of, “Watson?”

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Aug 08