Elusive.
Yes.
That's what we are.
Always feel free to build on my Head Canons and Ficlets, I ask only that you reblog me so I can go read them. :D
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*dies from laughter* Oh god, perfection. Terrible, horrible, perfection.
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Can we just. Can we just take a moment, to look at this.
Because everything I’ve seen so far has been sympathising with John, or Mrs Hudson, or Molly, or Moriarty, even Mycroft, but can we take a moment to think about how Sherlock felt here? This wasn’t a performance. This wasn’t ‘trying to make it look good’ for John, or the snipers. This was Sherlock breaking down. He had a plan, and he knew his friends would be safe, and he knew he’d live, but he wasn’t calm, or controlled. This isn’t Sherlock Holmes: Consulting Detective and Oscar Winning Actor. This is a single tear dripping from his chin because he’s saying goodbye to the only friend he ever knew. Sherlock doesn’t give a fuck about what the general public think about him - the only time he panicked in this episode was when he thought John doubted him. This isn’t about his career, or a game, or his reputation - this is about Sherlock having to break John’s heart. Because he was so alone too, and he has to say goodbye. He has to lose him. And he doesn’t have the closure of ‘death’, he doesn’t have a grave stone to visit, nor an excuse to mourn, or move on. He just has loss. An open wound constantly irritated by the knowledge that they’re both in the world, alone and hurt and broken, but some hideous trick of fate is keeping them apart. The injustice of it is gut wrenching.
THIS!
Jawdust, you are a GOD. THISTHISTHISTHISTHISTHISTHISTHIS
And while I think he’s being a bit of an idiot, I SEE WHY. He is so terrified for john, that he won’t risk him, not till he can be sure… and god, I want to throttle him, but mostly I just want to sob for him and never stop.
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I live, and I write!: I BLAME THE REPOSTS. ALL THE ANGST. Have some. I've had enough. →
Okay- SPOILERS SPOILERS SPOILERS oh and Angst.
Under the cut there be babblings.
There be a lack of beta…
And there be reasons I am not allowed to post sans beta.
This world is An AU, based off of the Braindamaged!AU I started- well Here. No really….
Not sure if I’m ready for that. Now, I love this idea, but, honestly, every time I think about it, it just makes me sort of break down and cry. I can stand the thought of Sherlock dead, eventually. What I can’t take is the thought of an amazing mind like his ever dying, yet having him still be alive. I just..I can’t.
I stick to mostly humorous art for a reason. I like to make people laugh. It makes me happy. Yes, I have drawn some cuter slashier stuff (which I will post, eventually, just have to kick myself enough to get it finished digitally) but I just…I can’t do angst. I feel like I can never capture it well enough. I can think of something hearbreaking to draw, but it only breaks my own heart to draw it. And I don’t like doing that.
Characters are an escape to a better world, for me. Characters can have happy endings. Me? My world? I don’t know. I’ve seen enough heartbreak, that’s for sure. So I stick to drawing funny stuff. I stick to believing in happy endings.
And yes, in a good way. In a I-wish-I-had-written-that sort of way. It’s a good sort of amazement.
Yikes, this turned into me getting on my soapbox instead of a short answer! Oh well. Now you know.
Never apologize for mild soapboxing, and all of your opinions and statements are PERFECTLY valid and awesome. *offers lots of hugs*
I think, for me, writing out my angst makes it so it’s not clawing it’s way around in my head, and seeing other people cry at it, seeing them react to it, validate these emotions as “This hurts, I understand your tears, and I have them too” Takes even more of that inner pain away.
I often think that if I weren’t crazy, I’d be actually insane with my life. But really I’ve been blessed. I’ve been given no more than I can handle, and I’ve been given the tools and influences in both people and media and mediums to express myself, to handle my life.
And even flourish a bit.
Er I lost the thread somewhere there- oh yes. I love fluff, I love sweetness and funny fics, but right now, my brain is dealing with outside input that sparks angsty ideas. And my brain tends to run with things- I expect that I’ll probably write fluff and sweet fics too.
But for now, Braindamaged and Zomblock and Batlock only have the lighter counterparts of the budding and barely growing “MYstrade then and now” fic and the slowly percolating Stoner!Au.
They are respectively fluffy sweet smutt (the mystrade universe) and Comedy funny could be smutt maybe (Stoner!AU. It’s like the British Jay and Silent Bob but with more of a Half Baked/Dude Where’s My Car twist to it, but with constant ASBOs and Sherlock’s older brother is the government still and Sherlock is the family disgrace but they never really care- John and Sherlock… they just have fun. XD Can you tell I’m playing with that universe actively right now? it’s spilling out everywhere I type…)
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I BLAME THE REPOSTS. ALL THE ANGST. Have some. I’ve had enough.
Okay- SPOILERS SPOILERS SPOILERS oh and Angst.
Under the cut there be babblings.
There be a lack of beta…
And there be reasons I am not allowed to post sans beta.
This world is An AU, based off of the Braindamaged!AU I started- well Here. No really. ANGST.
Wow. Fannish, you never cease to amaze me.
In good ways or bad ways?
XD
Also- yanno, feel free to write in this AU or do art in this AU, the art could even be cute if you didn’t think of the implications of a beaming Sherlock with fingerpaint smudges all over his rumpled clothes…
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Sherlock Series Three, Episode One:
“John, I’m not de—”
“Yes, I know it was painful for you, but it had to be done, or—”
“It’s all fine, now. Moriarty’s network is crushed. We’re safe, and—”
“I have everything I need to clear my name, we can go back to wor—”
“You are all I thought of the whole time I was awa—”
“John, can you not keep hitting me, please; I’m just—”
“Mycroft, Can I stay here tonight?”
Awww… John would walk away after about 5 hits or so… I think.
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Ever since I learned that John would be returning to his therapy in FALL, I have often wondered what that first meeting would be like for John. It’s been said many times that John After Sherlock is frighteningly similar to John Before Sherlock, from his reverting to his soldier mode, to his lapses into silence, to his utter loneliness.
What captures John’s emotional state most profoundly for me: his eyes. We have beheld these slate blue creatures in every light, filled with every emotion, from fear and longing to delight and frustration. If John is the conductor of light for Sherlock, then it is his eyes that are the conduit and the transmitter.
And so, in PINK, we have John, invalided home from the war, trapped in the beige nothingness of his flat, living alone with his cane and his computer and his L9A1, trying to survive in the horridness of ordinary life. He can’t walk properly and his hand shakes and he has a tiny pension and has almost no one in his life on whom he can depend.
In this first meeting with Ella, his eyes are flat, hard stones at the bottom of a river. Murky. Tight. Lonely. There is a longing behind them that is not quite touchable yet, a longing for Something New, for danger, for another battlefield on which to run. These are the eyes of a man who is waiting, surviving, who doesn’t want to accept the fact that this might be the rest of his life. It is a pain strapped in so tight that it is barely visible. The pain of Nothingness.
And then.
The first meeting with Ella after Sherlock’s downfall and death in FALL. The change is heart-shatteringly, breathtakingly profound. If eyes could be on fire from grief, they would be John’s eyes here. If eyes could be made from tiny shards of broken glass pieced together, they would be these. If these small organs, made mostly of water, could hold the entirety of every terrible storm, every awful hurricane, every tsunami that ever pelted the earth, they would be his.
These are the eyes of a man who is completely and undeniably broken. Of a man who has lost everything he ever loved, whose entire world came crashing down around him in a horrendous, unstoppable instant. His best friend, his livelihood, his home, his inspiration for existing. And all of this seething, razor-sharp pain is just underneath the surface of his eyes. The pain of Everything.
These are not the eyes of a dead man, as they were in PINK. These are the eyes of a man who is very much alive, and very much in agony, and wants nothing more in life than for this pain to stop. And the agony we see in his eyes is the fear that it never, ever will.
(thanks to bittergrapes and spuzz for the screencaps of FALL!John)
This is exactly what I wanted to say, but better. This really is just fabulous, thank you for putting it far more eloquently than I ever could.
THIS! This is why the therapy scenes are the ONLY scenes sacred from jokes and edits for me… especially, where his voice cracks in the last one before the graveyard. I just, can not watch it without crying.
Am crying now. All the tears that are choking him, the words screaming in his head as he tries to keep his mask up, and his lips and eyes betray bare hints of this all consuming pain, this pit waiting to swallow him whole the moment he lets down his guard…
Before he was one of the walking wounded- injured but surviving.
Now he is bleeding out and all he can do is keep moving- because the moment he stops, he knows he will bleed out, his wounds are too great, and he KNOWS it.
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And I’d do anything to make you stay
No light, no light
Tell me what you want me to say
Stop. I want off this ride now. Why is EVERYTHING playing into my damn BrainDamaged!AU???
WHY?
You can’t choose what stays, and what fades away??? Really??? Oh my GOD. Guys. STAWP EET!!! *gross sobbing*
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The look on his face is just brilliant.
The jaw clench in the third and second to last are what REALLY sell this for me. XD
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I BLAME THE REPOSTS. ALL THE ANGST. Have some. I’ve had enough.
Okay- SPOILERS SPOILERS SPOILERS oh and Angst.
Under the cut there be babblings.
There be a lack of beta…
And there be reasons I am not allowed to post sans beta.
This world is An AU, based off of the Braindamaged!AU I started- well Here.
Read that one first or this makes no sense. Well only implied sense but it will make much more if you read the other one first.
Also- No really. ANGST.
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dumbledearlovesfizzingwhizbees:
RULE ONE OF THE DIOGENES CLUB. YOU DO NOT TALK IN THE DIOGENES CLUB.
I almost screamed when no one told John not to talk
HAHAHA YESS AND WHEN I SAW THIS I WAS LIKE OMG AKFBAKXHSKDBLSBSLD
I was like ‘JOHN HAMISH WATSON YOU SHUT YOUR MOUTH THIS INSTANT’
UGH I CRINGED SO MUCH
HE OPENED HIS MOUTH AND I JUST SCREAMED NOOOOOOO DON’T DO IT JOHN
DON’T TALK
poor clueless bb
OH good, I wasn’t alone in that!
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Okay. Fuck. I am now fairly sure.
Moriarty used a blast cap and a remote device along the back of his collar to simulate spray and a pint of fake blood.
NO mention of the Actor’s death, no mention of double suicide or Murder Suicide. SHIT LIKE THAT WOULD BE MENTIONED.
So. Moriarty cleared off.
He “won”.
Except… except… except… he kind of didn’t.
As he said, playing Sherlock was too easy.
Too easy by far.
And it kills him a bit inside.
And he meets Moran, the Sniper who had reacted to being asked to shoot John.
Who had known John. Who had served in war and… who was so very like John, but more unhinged… more like him…
And Season 3 will have Moran and Moriarty. JUST WATCH. Damnit.
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MORAN next season. I WANT IT.
Get it for me! *looks at Mofftiss*
Mofftiss: No.
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Late to the party and I laughed and laughed and then I cried like someone ripped out my heart.
Because they did… And all the laughter at Moriarty just made it WORSE.
And oh my god. I just. I can’t. I can’t. I can’t.
Gross sobbing and it’s the therapist scene that I will SHOOT something if you joke about, fuck with the jump, go for it, it’s kinda… okay timing is not good but… DO NOT fuck with that scene. That scene with the therapist. I will… I will have words.
Because I can not look at or hear or even SEE a still from that scene without tearing up and hearing everything NOT said screaming in my ears as my blood pumps like a river and my cheeks get wet and my mouth goes dry and.
Yes.
Also Under readmore for MASSIVE SPOILERS and theory going-:
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I just can not. I am sobbing still.
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arthurembracedhisfuckingsorcerer:
My heart broke when they reached for each other. John will never love someone as much as he loves Sherlock; even when Sherlock dies no one can compete with him. And Sherlock’s never quite loved somebody like he loves John.
I don’t care if you see it as romantic or not, but their love is undeniable and undefinable. It’s timeless.
Over 3 and a half hours later and I’m still not over it.
This was just so beautifully shot, so well-acted. Stunning all around. This relationship—this dynamic that’s been around for decades and decades, in literature and film and all sorts of adaptations—is dealt with so amazingly on Sherlock, better than I’ve probably ever seen.
Here we have Sherlock, a man who claims not to connect to anything but his work on a personal level, and John who hadn’t been able to really connect with anything until he met Sherlock. And here they are reaching out for each other in the end. These two do complete each other, let’s face it. However you look at it, that fact remains.
This entire scene and commentary makes that 2 piece fanart from yesterday twice as painful and perfect.
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