Cannot unsee John making a vlog, telling everyone about his day because he had a nice dinner with Lestrade and Molly and Sarah and he forgot about Sherlock for a few hours… and he’s happy. It’s 100 days after Reichenbach…
OH GOD
my babies ;___;
Somewhere across Europe, after three painstaking attempts to load the video on a stolen mobile, Sherlock watches his best friend move on.
I swear I read that last comment and heard my heart break in my chest
What is happiness I forgot
…I think I should be terrified by the Sherlock fandom’s ability to materialize angst out of thin air.
You should be. Run.
There was a fic in which Sherlock investigated a murder case using the entries of the victim’s therapy vlog as his primary evidence, and slowly fell in love with him through the course of watching the entries. The man, of course, was John Watson.