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I blog and she forgets her pants.
Dream casting (The Catch Trap, Marion Zimmer Bradley)
- Caleb Landry Jones - Tom Zane, Jr.
- Giulio Berruti - Mario Santelli/Matt Gardner
And John remains blissfully unaware that The Doctor visited Sherlock years ago and gave him the skull. It was a skull he’d discovered in a ruined church, a thousand years in the future. He couldn’t re-bury it in the grave it came from, because that was completely destroyed, so he took it and gave it to a young Sherlock.
‘This will keep you company until you meet him,’ the Doctor said with a smile.
Sherlock took the skull and immediately began examining it. ‘Who is it? Or rather, who was it?’
‘It’s all that’s left of an old man who lived a good life and became the most important person in yours’.
The Doctor never gave him the name he so desperately wanted, but as soon as he met John Watson on that fateful day in St. Bart’s, Sherlock knew.
After John ran off to see to Mrs. Hudson, before Molly walked through the lab on her way home, the familiar sound of the TARDIS landing interrupted Sherlock’s frantic puzzling. As the Doctor stepped out into St. Bart’s Hospital, his grave expression caused Sherlock’s rising plea for help to die in his throat.
“I’m so, so sorry,” said the Doctor.
“You could not-?”
“No. This, what’s about to happen, it’s a fixed point in time. You have to die.”
“So then why are you here?” scoffed Sherlock. “Come to grant a condemned man’s last… Oh.”
“Yes,” replied the Doctor calmly. “Anywhere in space and time. Is there anything you want to see?”
Sherlock considered. “I’d like to see John again,” he said at last. “Please, Doctor?”
The Doctor didn’t appear surprised by this request. “Of course,” he answered. “But you must understand, you can’t talk to him. He can’t see you.”
“Yes,” Sherlock appeared resigned. “I know.”
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Sherlock stepped out of the TARDIS into a familiar graveyard. The Doctor joined him, and indicated the corner of the crypt they were standing next to. “Make sure you stay out of sight,” was all he said.
Sherlock cautiously peered around the corner, and spotted John and Mrs. Hudson, a little ways off, standing in front of a fresh grave. His grave, he realized. Almost as soon as he saw them, Mrs. Hudson started walking away towards a waiting car, leaving John looking lost by the grave. John started talking, and Sherlock realized that he was close enough to listen.
He’d never imagined John cared this much. He wanted so badly to run to him, grab him, cry “It’s okay, John, I’m not dead, I’m here!” but he couldn’t. As the broken soldier strode away, Sherlock found he couldn’t even bring himself to cry.
He returned to where the Doctor waited, pity filling his eyes. “Thank you, Doctor,” Sherlock said, voice even as ever. “I’m ready to return now.”
In his heart, Sherlock resolved to talk to John again before he died, to say whatever he must to prevent what he’d just seen. He would convince John that Sherlock Holmes, Consulting Detective had been no more than a con and that John, like the rest, had been played.
Surely then John could be happy without him.
NO!
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No. No, this is not allowed. Stop it. Just stop this.
So basically I’ve just queued up all of doomslock’s parentlock au gif sets. And a bunch of Merlin/Arthur & Bradley/Colin posts.
ALL THE FEELS
“Shall I play you another, John? Something more lively?”
“No.”
“No? And why not?”
“Because you’re not real, are you?”
“Ah. No, I’m not.”
“And I’m only dreaming.”
“Yes, John.”
“Then play something slow and soft, all right?”
“Of course.”
“Because I don’t want to wake up. Ever, if I can help it.”
“I’m so sorry, John.”
“I know, Sherlock. I know. Just… just play the damn song, okay?”
So this is a little unorthodox for a Follow Forever, and I will make one with all the awesome people I’ve never interacted with at some point. Today though, what I’m making is a “I like to think we’ve sort of become friends/You’re totally my best friend and can’t escape now/I’ve reached out to you/You’ve reached out to me/I’d like us to be friends” Follow Forever thing. That makes sense to me. It’s probably creepy as fuck, but I DO WHAT I WANT OKAY. No obligation to indulge my creepiness back or anything btw, I hope you just take it as the compliment it is intended to be.
People I’ve befriended more through LJ and twitter aren’t on the list, but the sentiment is the same, and you know who you are.
Without further ado, let the creepiness begin! In alphabetical order:
A-cumberbatch-of-cookies: you were very kind when I sort of ranted at you about my life. You’re obviously a very kind and patient person who is very approachable and gives excellent advice. I’m glad we got talking.
Cumberass: my beloved, the blogger I’d be lost without, one of the first people who really reached out to me here and extended the hand of friendship. I’ve ended up following her everywhere (twitter, LJ, instagram) and I’m thankful that I did because I’ve made other awesome friends through her. I’ve told you already, but it bears repeating: you’ve become sort of indispensable to me, you know?
Cumberbear: I’m just getting to know you, but we share many interests and opinions, so I hope we get to know each other a bit better, because I’d like that.
I-was-so-alone-I-owe-you-so-much: we’ve talked a couple of times about some personal issues, I’m that little bit older than you and I hope I’ve not been patronising when I’ve attempted to give advice! You’re a lovely person, and it’s always nice to hear from you.
Kerryisaninjaa: you seem really sweet and I’d like to get to know you better, because I bet we’d have tons in common.
Los-deadboys: we bonded over a shared love of Yami no matsuei and Sherlock. We are the founding members of the tiny club that love both. We’re just epic like that.
Theadler: you are delightfully sane when we speak, we have excellent conversations about uterus-donating (which is still sane, trust me) and we talked about Elementary like rational people. Long may this continue.
Tumsa: you approached me this morning which made me want to make this post, because I had to sit and be overwhelmed for a bit by the idea of how many new friends I’ve actually made since joining tumblr. Again, shared interests brought us together, and I hope that continues. Never worry that you’re being creepy with me, as I am the creepiest person ALIVE, as you can probably tell.
Wickedredhead: you told me once that we are BROS. And you defended my weirdness from RL friends that time :D You’re another person with whom I can have a good conversation, so it’s nice to see your icon and URL pop up in my ask box.
Those I haven’t mentioned: I haven’t forgotten you, and I appreciate you taking the time to ask me something, or indulge me by answering my weirdo questions.
I really was rather alone, and I really do owe you quite a bit. Thank you.
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*gross sobbing*
I’ve never been in any follow forever type thing before. :3 Aww bb. ILU. Don’t ever leave meee! *clingy*
P.S. And it must be said that I’d be equally lost without you.
Be brave! Be brave!
