You were told;

john: i am only a good person because of marys manipulation me: gotta work on that boys self esteem

how many versions of these gifs are there and why do each of them hurt me in specifically unique ways

don’t imagine what happened after the scene faded. don’t imagine sherlock pressing a barely-there kiss into john’s hair. don’t imagine john finally just managing “christ” and wrapping his arms around sherlock’s waist, cries buried into sherlock’s chest. don’t imagine sherlock biting back tears and wrapping his arms tighter around john’s shoulders, gently rocking them both side to side. don’t imagine john’s hands gripping the fabric of sherlock’s shirt as if it was the only thing grounding him. don’t imagine sherlock closing his eyes helplessly and repeating “it is what it is” with his voice breaking. don’t

extra mega extended supercalifragilisticexpialidocious mind palace theory: we’re still in the gay pilot. sherlock and john had dinner and it was a nice date and then they went home and john gave sherlock a good sound fucking that resulted in an orgasm that made sherlock black out and fucked into a trance. sherlock is so fucking grateful that he met john he never thought he could be so lucky, he hallucinates a fucked up parallel universe where he didn’t make a move that very evening and everything went to shit as a result, including him faking his death john marrying an assassin who then dies and everything goes even more to shit. sherlock wakes up in a cold sweat and john kisses his forehead as sherlock whispers “oh god john, this may be love at first sight but next time you dick me down try to keep it low-key i just went on a trip”

Remember in Hounds “no it’s not it’s not okay” and Sherlocks like ok guess I’ll just fuck myself then and remember like yesterday when John was like “it’s not okay” and Sherlock delivered the best hug of all time. That was good

Can you just imagine what it will be like for Sherlock the first time he has John in his arms, though? Being so overwhelmed by love he wouldn’t even know what to do with himself… He would be so still, eyes closed and lips parted against John’s hair, just breathing him in. Heart fit to burst with how much he completely, and utterly loves this man.

so I… ghost wrote tld