jayetylers:

I am acerbic. I can be cruel. It’s who I am, right to the bottom. I’m neither proud of this nor ashamed of it. It simply is. And in my work, my nature has been an advantage far more often than it has been a hindrance.

we’re predicting a sherlock later this evening

L: I only like Sherlock because of the reactions of the people around him?
L: I’m sort of meh about HIM.
7: Yeah like. I like him in that… I empathize with how he sort of fails to relate to people. To an extent. And he’s an ass, and I always want to just full out be a fivey asshole.
7: But it’s that more than him.
L: He’s kind of more like. I dunno. Weather.
L: I can like the weather, or find it metaphorically or atmospherically suiting, but I kind of just can’t. Care about weather so much as I’d care about the people getting drenched.

coerulescens:

Is it weird that I just think this would be kind of adorable?

John is probably so used to seeing occasional glimpses of Sherlock out of the corner of his eye, only to find that he’s not actually there once John turns around, that he doesn’t even react anymore.  He just takes it for granted, and anyone he actually opens up to about it gives him a pitying pat on the shoulder and tells him things will get better in time.  When he finally sees Sherlock for real, he just thinks “Full-on hallucinations were probably only a matter of time, right?”

This is actually what I want to happen now.