silentauroriamthereal:

gryssenielsen:

may-shepard:

addictedstilltheaddict:

alexxphoenix42:

It comes to me in waves of sad what BBC Sherlock could have been and then what it ended up being. I keep thinking I’ve processed it, and then another wave of regret? nostalgia? wishful thinking? hits me. I would never have started watching this show if I knew The Final Problem was going to be where it ended up. God, remember how amazing S1 and S2 were? The episodes crackled with life and energy, and dare I suggest it, sexual tension between the leads. I had never seen anything like it. S3 got goofy, and TAB was a real head scratcher, but it was still recognizable as Sherlock. S4 just ruined it all for me. I can only think S1 and S2 were a happy accident. Despite themselves, the showrunners managed to make magic without even realizing it.

So, I try to let S4 exist in some parallel dimension, some fever dream or mind palace romp that has nothing to do with the edgy, exciting, dripping with meaning universe of broken, but evolving people who CARE goddamn it. They care so much it twists them up, just like we the fandom CARED.

So I’m going to keep caring about this universe and these characters, but I’m going to find the fan-made extensions, the stories and art and vids that make stories that MEAN something out of the mess that BBC Sherlock left us with.

You have put in to words what has been rattling around in my head for a few weeks now.
As far as I am concerned season 4 never happened, (unless someone is writing a fix-it for it.)
These characters are ours now. The show runners abused them and denied them the love, and happy ending that they deserved – so we will. A thousand times over, our Sherlock and John will find peace and more importantly, each other.

*hugs*

I have complete faith in this fandom, and that we will continue to do what we do best. 

Reblogging in love of fix-its! We need them!

This is exactly what I said in my 4,500 word reaction post to series 4, the day after TFP aired: 

I’m emotionally exhausted by all of this, but relieved that the series is over, because I was frankly dreading it, apparently for good reasons. At least I know now what I’ll be busy fixing for the next three years, or possibly forever if they never make another series. Mission: accepted. And now my watch begins. As I said the other day, this is why we here in this fandom exist: because the canon will end someday, and after that, their world belongs to us.

Someday, at some point, they will stop creating canon. And upon that day, we inherit these characters. We will always, always have the last word. Speaking for myself, at least, I plan on having quite a few of those. Suck it, Moftiss. The sad truth is that we’re better than they are. They could have built something great if they’d only gotten their tongues out of their cheeks and their heads out of their own asses, but instead they decided to kill the central element of any incarnation of Sherlock Holmes, which is always, always the dynamic with John Watson. They pushed it severely off-centre with the introduction of Mary, then made it worse and worse and worse in ways that were by no means necessary or even understandable at times. It’s as though they meant to. It’s sad. I’ve been depressed since series 4 aired. But damn it, I will do my small part in righting this mess, along with leagues of my talented colleagues. Not for them: for us.