No, Martin tells himself. This is not a good idea. You will regret this with every fibre of your being the minute you click search. And he knows it’s true. He knows damn well that fans are weird. And it’s not their fault, really. They just enjoy playing in other people’s sandboxes, as it were. That’s what Sherlock was, in essence.
With trepidation, he goes straight into the infamous world of tumblr, pulling his laptop up onto his crossed legs. He’s at home, Amanda’s off filming some comedy for BBC, and his children are deeply asleep in their respective rooms. It’s late and he can’t sleep, and the internet was his ever strong companion for his rampant insomnia.
As soon as his account loads (he doesn’t ever, ever post anything. It was made simply for the sole purpose of looking at all the art for Sherlock and the Hobbit), he glides his mouse up to where it says tags, and types in the word Sherlock.
This is sort of almost a daily routine for Martin, looking through the “Sherlock tag” and finding what he likes and clicking on the little heart beside it. HE really and truly does admire this “fandom” so to speak. Honestly, it gives a little warm tingly feeling in his heart to know that the things he and Ben and Mark and Steve work so hard on actually do pay off in the end.
For most of the tagline (as he’s taken to calling it, since he doesn’t know the actual name), it’s speculations on how Sherlock “did it”, and Martin doesn’t need anything more than that to know what they’re talking about. He suspects it’s a bit painful for the fans to simply say “killed himself.” Some of the theories are interesting, others utter bullshit. He likes the one that talks about the biker who holds him- John, back. But soon those diminish, and it’s back to Johnlock.
Really,nothing terribly fascinating so far. The usual gifs that point out how utterly “canon” Johnlock is, sweet little so called drabbles and some strange, rather disturbing slash and smut. But he doesn’t let it bother him.
Sometimes, he’s amazed by how talented the work is, and he likes it, grinning as the little heart turns red.
It’s nearly 3 in the morning by the time Martin emerges totally from the tag, and he’s about to log off, when something new loads up. Something terribly strange. It’s a gif from Hound of Baskerville, when Ben- Sherlock, goes off on his rant about how there’s nothing wrong with him. Above, in plain block letters, it says, “Won’t you take me to” and then as Sherlock turns his head to snarl at the screen, in glittery letters “Funkytown.”
Involuntarily, and without much thought, Martin lets out a chuckle. How weird. Below, the person had put the words “sorrynotsorry” with a line going through them. That only makes him laugh harder.
The tags are many, but the one that stands out says, “crack” and he barely misses it amongst the words “night bloggers” and “really what is wrong with me.”
There are multiple reblogs on it, and each one makes Martin smile. “what is wrong with this fandom??” “we’re here for you sherlockians!! Only a little while until it starts filming, hold on! Whovians.” It’s all terribly delightful, and so Martin decides, with less trepidation, to click on the word crack.
The first thing that loads up is “The Sherlock fandom has gone insane” and Martin wonders, as he goes through each gif (the Funkytown one is there) and image, what the hell sort of fandom he’s become such an elite member of. He’s beginning to understand the context of crack, and he reprimands himself for not using context clues.
But really, even in their utter ridiculousness, they’re funny. They make absolutely no sense and it’s all very crack-y indeed.
But then John comes across something odd. It’s a YouTube video (those are quite popular with Sherlockians for whatever reason) and there are multiple comments such as “It’s so perfect!!!” and “Gimme a second for this.”
Martin doesn't hesitate to click.
It starts off immediately, with a couple of melodic beeps, and Sherlock checking his phone and the various shots of the opening. Someone’s singing, something definitely very American and early 2000’s.
“I’m your basic average girl,” Oh dear the timing. Martin is already chuckling.
“And I’m here to save the world, you can’t stop me cuz I’m Kim Possible!”
Martin’s very nearly out right laughing, his exhausted mind making everything ten times more hilarious. John assumes it’s the theme for a tv show, and he can’t resist looking it up.
Oh no. It’s a Disney cartoon, and all of Martin’s earlier assumptions were correct.
He doesn't take offense when he realizes how very accurate of a representation of Sherlock it is- especially considering his John’s likeness to Ron Stoppable. It’s all very silly and embarrassing for him, but he supposes that’s what his fandom is in the end.
He likes the sound of that: HIS fandom. Of course it isn't but, a guy can dream.
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Ok I wrote this in like 10 minutes while I was listening to my brother cry cuz he just finished LoTr and I had just seen that video and the one where Graham Norton (think thats his name??) shows Martin all the johnlock porn and he's just like "seen it. don't you have anything interesting for me" and stuff and this thing happened.
i should probably stick to reblogging, but wtf i couldnt find any fics like this so i made one. maybe this will spark some ideas???? PLEASE
