Hello, I'm Chelsea. I'm 21 years old, soon to be graduating with a degree in Dramatic Writing so I can begin my aimless wonderings as I search for a job.
Here you'll find random spurts of intense reblogging of things I'm obsessed with: Sherlock, Benedict Cumberbatch, more Sherlock, more Benedict, Colin Morgan, Doctor Who, and a random smattering of other BBC/fandom things.
You've been warned.
I'm a good listener and I promise I'm not too creepy, so please don't hesitate to drop me an ask if you ever have the inclination.
I also run a writing challenge blog with my sister if you'd like to take a gander below...
I kidlocked as a second Sherlock Secret Santa gift.
I just love the little drawings
It took you thirty years, but thank you for remembering me. It was a lovely violin, and the microscope was nice, but it’s nothing compared to what I have now.
Thank you so much.
I know I’m too old to write to you, and it’s probably pathetic to even write to someone who doesn’t exist in the first place. I don’t want you to send me anything. I don’t deserve it. But what I do want you to do is to make an old friend happy. I don’t care what you give him; I just want him to make it through this Christmas.