Oh my god I’ve just realised. We’ve all been building up our Sherlock feels for Series 3, theorising and everything. But when it’s actually time. Oh my god. We’re all going to die. We’re going to be complete and utter emotional wrecks. We think we’re prepared. We think we’re excited. We think we want it to happen
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We’re all waiting for that precious moment when Sherlock and John are reunited, but Gatiss and Moffat will make it horrible. They’ll break them apart. Twist everything. John will move out or something. ;-;
I’M NOT READY, MOFFTISS.
John better not fucking move out or I will go up to my room and never come back. Ever. I will have tissues and pillows and sob for the rest of eternity.
I have this like mental image of series three ending with John is engaged and moving out. Then Moffat and Gatiss get to tour the world and come to all of our houses and stage an intervention and talk us down from our bedrooms.
I should remember to buy very good tea that week.
(Source: pondled, via thedoctorisaconsultinghunter)
