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Me, both a Sherlockian and now also a Good Omens fan: *sweating*

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Someone: OMG THE FALL IS COMING
Me, both a Sherlockian and now also a Good Omens fan: *sweating*
I actually cried. Cried and cried xD Season 2 was so good wow. I'm starting to really love the relationship between Sherlock and John. Yet not looking forward to seeing John's reaction when Sherlock comes back..
Sherlock is a smart-arse and goes and gets himself all famous. Jim is like totes jealous so he makes himself famous too, then famous again as a Dick...er, I mean 'Richard'. Meanwhile Sherlock yells at an old lady, shows up the police and looks into a microscope a lot to find some missing chocolate...er, I mean kids. So Sherlock's smart-arsedness gets him arrested, but he and John run off into the night together and hide out in the most obvious of places before Sherlock and Jim flash their smart arses off on the roof of Barts, but Jim never learned that it's not the fall that kills you...
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AAAAAAAAAAAHHH
I wonder how many times Moriarty had to listen to Bee Gee’s Stayin’ Alive before Sherlock came up to the roof of Bart’s...
Grey skies. Concrete pavements. Blood. The stuff of nightmares.
He made his way through the busy street. Almost everyone he passed had their heads down, earphones in, phones either in hand or against ear. All so oblivious. He took in a deep, shaky breath, feeling unstable and weary. What had happened to him? Why was he so… sentimental? That’s what the other man would’ve said and he knew it. Thinking about the other man made him more nauseous. He decided to stop. Now wasn’t the best time.
The man glanced up briefly, catching sight of the monstrosity of a building ahead of him. To anyone else, it was just a normal building, in fact, it was just a normal building. Yet for some reason, Greg didn’t see it that way. Hell, who was he kidding? He knew exactly what was wrong with it. It was tall, but not too tall. The brick it was made from was a light grey colour. The roof was flat. The mere thought of it made Greg sick to the stomach. He’d spent weeks, months even, trying to un-see what he’d seen that afternoon in June but his subconscious was having none of it. Every night. Every day. Every single second. It was all him. That moment. That building. That nightmare. Greg didn’t understand. He wasn’t sure he ever would. But he’d live with it. He had no choice.
Not sorry
Today at lunch I walked over to my friends when they were discussing how they land from a jump, but I didn't know that so I asked and they said "we're discussing how you land after jumping" and so I said "off a building?" I don't think I need to comment anymore I would be ashamed if you didn't know what this refers to Sorry not sorry
It's been a year and I am still disappointed with the Reichenbach Fall explanation.