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Sherlock smokes like a chimney, he's given up on trying to quit.

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“Prelude in E Minor” by Frédéric Chopin

#{ listen }#[oh m an this is so hard to play for me #my fingers are tiny]

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Piano Sonata No. 14 In C-Sharp Minor, Op. 27/2 "Moonlight": I. Adagio Sostenuto

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#{ listen }#[i kept trying like all types of music to find something for my sherlock muse #why didn't i just do this in the first place it's like the only thing that works #little shit sherlock holmes jesus]

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#{ mirror mirror }#[ugh little sh it ]

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◐ Sherlock in Black & White

#{ mirror mirror }#[hLEP]

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There is no great genius without a mixture of madness.

#{ mirror mirror }#*musings

[i'm such a bad sherlock ;flips into mars]

#outofmachine

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Augustus greeted the stranger with a grin. His hand held out to shake the other man’s. The first thing he could think was holy cheekbones. This man was insanely tall and slender, resembling Gus himself. “Pleasure to meet you, Sir. I’m Augustus Waters.”

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"High school student, cancer, Osteosarcoma to be exact." Even though he wasn't a detective anymore, he still deducted people. Think of it as a guide to human beings, otherwise he would have no idea what he would be doing. For a moment, he thought about ignoring the hand but he didn't. He shook it slowly and firmly. "Sherlock Holmes, a pleasure I'm sure Mr. Waters." The fake smile on his thin lips felt as if it would burn soon.

When Sherlock cannot deduce someone, he gets very, very scared and upset. It stresses him out slightly and he doesn't know how to handle it. But he hides it well with building up a wall of rude comments and a bitterness to him.

#{ data }#[sherlock is me]

[i finally finished his flipping bio oh my g od]

#outofmachine

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“Why’s that?”

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New people were rarely welcomed. And when it was random, a surprised, he hated them even more. His said it bluntly, pointing to a random place for her to go.