The Gloria Scott Has Just Properly And Unapologetically Annihilated Me, I’ll Be Posting About It Like

Folks, backup your Tumblrs, for real this time

thank the stars it’s sherlock and co tuesday tomorrow because you can be damn sure I need some moral stability in these trying times

every single person who reblogs this

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will get “doot doot" in their ask box

I was worried that the retired colourman case won’t be as compelling as the others - reduced just to the detective part - but then I was thankfully unceremoniously killed by a gunshot in the heart when sherlock jumped to strangle an old (murderous) man the moment he started laughing at john being blown up.

incomparable experience, would recommend it to everyone. my funeral is on wednesday, you’re all welcomed.

I just can’t stop wondering how much we don’t know because we can’t hear it - because of sherlock & co being recorded.

how many times had john rolled his eyes at sherlock when he was being ridiculous, but smiled to himself the moment he turned around? how many times had mariana leaned in the doorway to 221b baker street and silently but fondly watched john and sherlock bickering? how many times sherlock just didn’t say anything when archie climbed on his lap and instead started to scratch behind the dog’s ears?

how many gentle smiles, cheeky grins and warm gazes with sparkling eyes? fingers touching one’s arm, hands on the shoulder or tight hugs? how much affection spread without words?

how much is being not said, left to imagination?

oh so first burying oneself under the other’s covers only to emerge asking about shoelaces, then watching the other in their sleep and later flopping on the other’s matress cursing in frustration of unsolved case, but asking deep personal questions about the other’s past and laughing together a while after?

and now waking the other up in the morning with a cup of tea? oh okay sure

what, maybe you’ve even sat on the edge of sherlock’s bed with that tea, john, and looked at him light-heartedly as he was pretending to sleep despite your talking, early sunlight probably splayed on his face and shining warmly on his disheveled hair or whatever? yeah of course why wouldn’t you perform this perfectly platonic activity, just warn me when I should give you both some privacy so that you can present him with a morning kiss alright

WHY HAS NOBODY TOLD ME ABOUT THIS???

SO THE STORY LEAD OF LUCA AND THE DIRECTOR OF CIAO ALBERTO POSTED THESE

I am feeling rather shitty today and conflicted, so I figured: what other day could be better to start your presence on such a wonderfully fucked up platform that Tumblr is. Where else could I leak all my shitty, conflicted and in general not socially appropriate thoughts. Where else could I be myself and where else could I be free of being judged after my every move. (Oh, of course Tumblr will judge me, but I am here for it). So here I come, I guess. Welcome everyone.

yeah so anyway I’ve heard a name victor trevor in the, what, first five minutes of the latest episode and I’m having heart palpitations ever since

me, after finally attending Hozier concert preceded by years of waiting, in the prospect of finding some new life meaning, which fact is just now dawning on me: