Sherlock is like that fanfiction you really loved but it updated and started going off the rails and you’re like ‘but I liked where it was going before?’. Then they announced they’re doing an AU spinoff one-shot and you’re kinda excited but you also don’t entirely trust the author any more.
My friend
I´m sure this will happen
Fandom: We are going to the cinema and watch Sherlock!
Fandom´s families: But it´s christmas!
Fandom: I´m glad you feel the same- oh, you mean it´s actually christmas.
checklist for special:
– suitcase full of sex toys
– obvious domestic husbands
– sherlock being smoll and putting things in his mouth
– john being the daddy who carries the bags and corrals the kid
– meta fucking discussion about them as literary devices
snippets from TPLoSH
The cab draws up in front of 221B. The front door opens
and MRS. HUDSON, a plump, motherly woman in her fifties,
wearing an apron, hurries down the steps. She greets
Holmes and Watson warmly as they alight. The cabbie starts to unload their luggage. As Holmes,
Watson and Mrs. Hudson proceed inside, CAMERA TRAVELS UP
THE FACADE OF THE BUILDING, past the number 221B, to the
bay window on the second floor.
MRS. HUDSON: I do wish you’d give me a little more
warning when you come home unexpected. I
would have roasted a goose – and had
some flowers for you.
HOLMES: My dear Mrs. Hudson – criminals are as
unpredictable as head-colds. You never
quite know when you’re going to catch
one.
(later)
WATSON: Blame it on the illustrator.
Please let me breathe
Sherlock mix with Bruno Mars’s hit Uptown Funk !
because Sherlock is so hot ( hot damn 🙂 )
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