Some personal life ranting - totally Sherlock related
So, I started watching Sherlock last week: needless to say it is now my new obsession, after a long period of staying away from fandoms/tv shows.
I fell in love with Sherlolly at the very first scene, mostly because I can totally see my personal situation in them. Like Molly I am in love with someone I can’t have and that doesn’t see me - not in the way I want. Like Molly, I tried to move on but no one can ever compete with him (yes, I had a Tom too). Like Molly, I am pretty smart (well, I say it myself), but somehow I feel like I’m suddenly not smart enough. I can honestly say that my heart breaks everytime I see a Sherlolly scene and it hurts twice.
But funny thing, this show is somehow healing me. It’s like only watching the relationship between Molly and Sherlock on the show, that I realized how painful, hopeless and dangerous my situation is. I realized that I want to stop loving “my Sherlock” but not settling for less.
And this is where the most unexpected thing happened. The other character I totally appreciate in the show is Mycroft... I mean, I love Sherlock but I adore Mycroft. He embodies the man of my dreams: smart, classy, cold but in a way that seems to beg “come and break my ice” (or maybe it is only in my eyes, okay). Anyway, I thought: if Molly has to move on and with someone who is somehow better than Sherlock, Mycroft is the only possible answer. So I am absolutely for this unusual ship: Mollcroft. I actually think that they could work, this could be a great match.
I am basically halfway between: Sherlolly is the ship of life, there must be a happy ending, there has to be a meaning AND Oh My God, Sherlock it’s not all about you. Molly and Mycroft find each other and get together, please!
I know this is not the best way entering a new fandom but this is it. Anyone who thinks the same?
