How did Sherlock recognise her from not her face?

You have an intermittent tremor in your left hand. Your therapist thinks its post-traumatic stress disorder. She thinks you’re haunted by memories of your military service.

I mean

And then:

Chapter 80: Endings

John knows what endings look like. A black monument. A name and a date. 

Another funeral, another memorial. The name — Mary Watson — is a lie. 

He sees him at the door of the church, waiting to slip out. 

Sherlock, leaving the wedding early. Sherlock, on the tarmac, making a joke.

John knows what endings sound like: Something I’ve always meant to say and never have.

Following him out, John runs to close the gap between them.

Catching him, he pleads, “Don’t leave me.”

“I’m sorry, John.” Sherlock blinks, tearful. “I blame myself.”

“You didn’t kill her; she chose. Please, stay.”

Chapter 81: Beginnings

“I failed you,” Sherlock says. “I misjudged the risk, and your wife is dead.”

John shakes his head. “No one could ever make Mary do anything. She chose. I never forgave her for shooting you. I think that’s why… I cheated on her.”

“It was just texting, you said.”

“Nonetheless, cheating. But… Sherlock, there’s something I need to say. My life, now. Rosie must come first.”

“Of course. Absolutely. I understand.”

“But I ask myself: would our life be better without you in it?”

He can’t look at John. 

“Can I — can we come home?”

Arms around John, he weeps.

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Author note: Just 19 Drabbles to go! We are through the angst and on to happier days! Thank you for sticking with my drabbly efforts to tidy up canon 💕

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feel free to answer privately or not at all if this is too much of a private subject for you...

but since you're also a neurodivergent person (we talked about it on my post about adhd... pretty sure i'll get that diagnosis btw lol) do/did you ever struggle with losing your hyperfixation? because lately... well for 2years now i think i am just... not that into sherlock anymore and it makes me so fucking sad but also really helpless because my brain just... doesn't really get the dopamine from it as it used to...

so... yeah. id be very interested in your thoughts about this but no pressure at all.

thanks so much for... just being you :)

*throws badly cut out paper hearts at you*

Hi Lovely!! *HUGS*

Actually, this is a good ask to reply to publicly because this exact same thing has happened to me, despite all outward appearances.

It is 100% normal for our hyperfixations to fluctuate and change on the regular, and while I ADORE BBC Sherlock and I love this fandom, it just doesn't do it for me the same way that it used to way back when, probably right around a year or two after S4 aired. For me it's all about the fandom these days, which I adore being a part of and being "a fixture" of sorts in. Doing my blog is actually cathartic for me and what keeps me going here is that I still adore this series with my heart and I enjoy all the creativity it inspires. It's actually a surprise that I'm still active in this fandom as my fandoms are usually very fleeting and I jump into various ones after the dopamine drops. But I think what's different in this one is that I've found "a place" here and it helps me cope with my various neuroses so while I'm no where as active as I once was, I try my best to be... well, just me.

I definitely don't read a lot of Johnlock anymore (maybe 3 or four new ones a year) as I jump between fics and fandoms like I'm changing underwear right now. My toxic trait is playing a new game and then reading every fic in the ship I like in that game, and then going back to a lot of OLDER Johnlock fics that I know I enjoyed because my brain gets the dopamine hits lately from doing that. It's weird, and I feel bad about it, but I guess just going in knowing I'll enjoy something helps with my scattered moods, I don't know.

That being said, though, just because our interest in a fandom dwindles and returns in waves, doesn't mean we're "not real fans". No such thing. If you like the thing, then you're still a fan. I was a prolific mainstay in the Sonic and Darkwing Duck fandoms in my youth, and I still obsess about them occasionally when something new comes out. Just comes and goes, and honestly, in this world where disappointment seems to be the daily norm, I'll take whatever I can get regarding the stuff that occupies my free time that makes me happy.

And this goes for you too. IT'S OKAY, and it's normal. Probably one of the most "normal" things us neurodiverse people have in our belts, to be honest, LOL.

You're always welcome here Turtley <3 I foresee myself here forever, if I'm honest, so I'll be here for you. My neurodiverse arse gets its dopamine from sorting and organizing and knowing this is a community where I feel safe and welcome, and since I'm lazy, can't start over LOL. Plus Sherlock is the only fandom I've read over 1000 fics for, and you guys all appreciate my skills here LOL.

Doyle and Wilde met at a dinner hosted by an American businessman who wanted them both to write books for his magazine. Wilde immediately won Doyle’s heart by complimenting one of his historical novels, which was especially thrilling for Doyle as Wilde was already famous and he (Doyle) hadn’t expected Wilde to have even heard of him.

They did both end up agreeing to write for the magazine. Doyle wrote The Sign of Four and Wilde wrote The Picture of Dorian Gray.

The most interesting part of this whole thing is that Doyle would later go on to gush about Wilde in a memoir written after Wilde’s trial for gross indecency, and in this memoir describes Dorian Gray as “a book that is surely upon a high moral plane.” Which was an incredibly bold stance, given that Dorian Gray was famously cited as evidence against Wilde in his trial.

Fry speculates that some of Holmes’ eccentricities in later books, such as his “murmured elegance of phrasing, dressing gown-lounging bohemian habits, and range of intellectual and artistic reference” may have been inspired by Wilde. He also notes that Langham Hotel, which is was the venue where Wilde and Doyle first met, is name checked in The Sign of Four.

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John looking at a guy next to an operating table who has Sherlock’s basic features, getting ready to shove his fingers up his ass

I like to think about the painfully obvious deductions that go through Mycroft’s head at those times. Like does Mycroft have deduction-vision like Sherlock? When Sherlock does that leg motion, does the text say “wants a dick up his ass”? Has that happened so much over the years that Mycroft doesn’t even think about it? Like it’s been going on for decades so it’s just background noise now?

How much gay text is just flying off Sherlock at all times? I bet it looks like that old screensaver from The Matrix movies, just an endless scroll. That’s why Mycroft is always closing his eyes and sighing, it’s just too much watching all the letters crash illegibly into each other

When John walked in at the beginning of TGG, how unbelievably absurd did the whole room feel to Mycroft? Like Sherlock is sitting there very obviously gay and bitter John won’t have sex with him, then John walks in very obviously frustrated that he tried and failed to have sex with Sarah because Sherlock won’t have sex with him, and then they’re both in the same flat ALL THE TIME wanting to get all over each other and they don’t, they *don’t,* not even after Mycroft did his damnedest to really sell that Sherlock is a super dangerous guy with a wild lifestyle and would probably marry John immediately, like… apparently John thinks Sherlock’s older brother kidnapped him and prodded at John’s sexuality and made multiple suggestions that John and Sherlock have an instant, red-hot connection because Sherlock is straight. so.

like you just try to find a nice doctor for your brother to marry so he’ll chill the fuck out and quit being so depressing and stay off of drugs, this one is even a SOLDIER and HAS COMPATIBLE ISSUES, this is really statistically unlikely to happen again. this is as close to a miracle as anything can be. but everyone is so stupid, they’re really THIS stupid. even Sherlock. you have taught him nothing, he misses everything, he somehow got confused about the doctor you wound up for him and now they’ve had a fight

What the flock?! such smart names!

Science should let more cartoonists name things. That how we got the thagomizer and the Rube Goldberg machines. Anyways! SHERLOCK CROWMES!!!!!

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