#mystrade

when the slowburn is slowburning and you reach the "oh. oh" moment:

always love it when people ask if the sherlock fandom is “okay” like wtf do you mean are we okay what does okay mean? we’ve preserved through four seasons of benadryl cucumber and martin freeman, shipped johnxsherlock, mycroftxlestrade, and moriartyxmoran (and sebastian ain’t even in the show?). we’ve fallen for the simplest lies and come up with solutions for problems the peasant writers are still pondering. we’ve seen our main character die for two years, seen him take drugs for his flatmate, seen multiple deaths in various ways. the first episode was about suicide. the last one was about a delirious sister and a dead best friend. we’ve walked into hell and found the stairs leading back to earth. we’ve suffered, we’ve lost pieces of ourselves, we’ve collapsed in misery and risen in delight. but nothing, nothing, will ever stop us from being a part of our broken family. heaven can soar away from us without sherlock and we will stare after it, but if sherlock is in hell, we will run into it with outstretched arms, letting out cries of laughter as we rejoice with the members of our fellow fandom.