#sherlock ptsd

[inconsistent-idiot]

It's been sixteen years... yet I still shudder with the thoughts of rehab when my charger doesn't plug in my phone the first time.

[rainbowdazzle]

guys I love you and everyone has to do something to cope with enormous disappointment but… there is not another secret episode coming. This is not an ARG. It’s over. I am seeing the same exact type of posts that went around after Sherlock ended horribly. The same kind of posts I clung to as well years ago after getting my heart stomped on but nothing ever came even though the ideas thrown around, much like today, were effin brilliant. Sherlock, another show where the fans thought it was deeper and smarter than it was. Another show where fans fans cared more, were better at crafting the story and understanding the characters, and where the creators were shown to just be petty narcissists who hated their fanbase in the end.

I don’t say this to be mean or squash your fun, just so that you can start your process of healing and moving past this. If you want to create fix it fics or art and use the idea of conformity gate or whatever to help craft that, that is an amazing idea, but I don’t want to see anyone get hurt again because fans are once again smarter and better writers than the Duffers.

go forth and create the art that those two doofuses would never be able to do and take pride in that realization

[mjuice]

I don’t care how much evidence of how clear it is that byler is happening, forever in my head it will be the next johnlock. Klance 2.0.

[morganeuk]

The Music

"That's new." John was pointing to Sherlock's headphone. "Since when are you listening to music with your phone, is this something you began when you were dea-... traveling?" He chuckles, trying to hide his emotions "What about listening to the streets! The people! The noises of London!"

Sherlock freezes, unable to replies honesty without saying everything. What could I say... That sometimes the noises are too much; That sometimes the construction's noises are too similar to the sound of a pipe banging on the bars of a prison cell announcing the arrival of my torturers; That the sound of the heavy rain reminded me of being waterboarded... When I am talking to someone it's bearable, but alone... it's... it's just too much to bear.

Removing the headphone, now that John was there, he smiles. "It's not music John, don't be fanciful, I'm learning Swahili."

One of my little fic inspired by the title of a song. More on AO3