do you ever randomly remember that Sherlock’s sister and Moriarty tried to dry hump through a glass pane and it was like a whole scene that was actually filmed and exists
if nothing else like, johnlock and tjlc specifically really stretched the bounds of my own creativity made the idea of “what’s possible” virtually meaningless in terms of crafting layered and multidimensional and relatable and important stories, and even if i didn’t explore that freedom and create stories myself as a result, i think that in and of itself was worth every single minute i’ve spent here. to stop asking what’s possible and instead ask what’s imaginable, and to discuss how i might see my imagination brought to life, has been profoundly powerful.
I cannot pick fandoms. They pick me, and I never see them coming, and I can’t force the process. And I hyperfocus like whoa. I can’t quite understand folks who have like five fandoms in their life at the same time. LIke, where do you store all that in your head? I can only do one at a time, but then I just…I bore down. I obsess.
And I’m at somewhat of a loss as to what to do with myself, right this moment.
I don’t yet have anything to fill the space in my heart where Sherlock lived. It’s like having a tooth knocked out. The pain is gone, the wound has healed, and yet, there’s still a gap there. I probe at it, occasionally, just to check. “Yep. Still an empty space.”
There’s no rhyme or reason to this process, and it’s extra hard because I’m wasn’t ready to willingly letting this one go. It was taken from me.
Nine months later, I’m healed, but damn, I’m still not whole.
I think I know how you feel. I’ve “moved on” from this freakin’ show so many times I’ve lost count, and yet here I am. Still wondering what the hell went wrong. Still wishing a resolution would come. Still cursing Moftiss’ existence. And I really see no end in sight, because there is a hole there where Sherlock should be. I don’t know how to deal with this, either.
Ditto. I’ve found myself reading fan fiction that predates series 3, not just series 4. I think I’m in denial or something.
Yes to all of this. And I’ve had trouble reading &/or enjoying any fics involving S4 in any way, shape or form.
I wish I could just let go but I’m just so fucking angry & bitter about it all still.
I’m at the stage where, after not directly engaging with s4 for a long time, I now find myself suddenly reengaging but I just keep bouncing around with different theories, opinions, and attitudes and nothing sticks. I didn’t ask for this. It was less exhausting when I was just despairing about s4 for months. I honestly don’t know where this is heading for me but one constant is that I’ve been regularly checking back in with the fandom the whole time, so here I am whatever that means.
Regardless of what kind of day you’re having or how dreadful or amazing or fake or real you think the scripts are, I think we can all agree on one thing, and that is that THIS (from the fake not fake totally legit who tf knowsTSOT draft script):
…is fucking great.
So, hey, Sherlock fandom, yeah, hey you. I think this thing is gold. I think it….cries out for the full crack treatment we are all capable of delivering.
So I made an a03 collection. I even made a shitty logo:
RULES:
1. Put Sherlock in a gym bag, in a fic.
ALTERNATIVELY
2. Put John in a gym bag.
OR
3. I mean just fucking put someone in a gym bag.
Post your stuff to the Gymbaglock collection! (This is an option on the form you fill out when you post your fic.)
Collection is here–be there or be…zipped into a gym bag until John comes to get you, I guess.
tagging @fellshish and @sarahthecoat and literally all of you, please, let’s do something fun together.
This has warmed my heart to multiple levels and beyond. It’s so lovely that people who are in love with the Twitter accounts @ContactSH and @ContactJHW can collaborate and do such an amazing thing like this, despite knowing that the said accounts are not real at all.
100% fan created, imagined, supported and funded. This is what I’m here for. Fans inspiring other fans to spread love, and light, and good in the world. Beautiful.
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