1) I am in love with a show built around Reichenbach. Which for all intents and purposes is a fake suicide, making the point that suicide is the height (if you'll pardon the pun) of disgrace.
2) I am currently up at nearly 2 AM, not from nightmares about RL suicides but because I finally saw the real post-credit scene at the end of His Last Vow. My brain is not recoiling from itself, I am not suffering the adrenaline and psychosomatic aftereffects of nightmares. I have not had an actual nightmare since The Empty Hearse broadcasted.
As odd as this may sound... do you guys have any idea how healthy this is? Do you have any clue how often I've prayed to a God I wasn't even sure I still believed in, promised my firstborn child to any Rumplestiltskins lurking in the shadows, would have given anything for two weeks of no nightmares and something so absorbing it could get me to react critically to a faked suicide?
I didn't even realize it was happening. It is a fantasy come true. So however interested or non-interested you are in this particular show as a show or as a fandom you're drawn to or whatever else, do be happy for me on that level. This is an impossibility made real. And of course it won't last. But there's a part of me that now knows it can happen again.
Now back to what I originally posted re: ASIP/HLV comparisons.
These parallels my mind draws up late at night will be the death of me.
A Study in Pink:
LESTRADE (looking round at his officers before looking back to Sherlock innocently): It’s a drugs bust.
JOHN: Seriously?! This guy, a junkie?! Have you met him?!
(Sherlock turns and walks closer to John, biting his lip nervously.)
SHERLOCK: John ...
JOHN (to Lestrade): I’m pretty sure you could search this flat all day, you wouldn’t find anything you could call recreational.
SHERLOCK: John, you probably want to shut up now.
(from Ariadne's transcript)
And then from His Last Vow:
Sherlock: Well, hello John. Didn't expect to see you here. Have you come for me too?
SHERLOCK (angrily): For God’s sakes, John! I’m on a case!
JOHN (following him down the fire escape): A month – that’s all it took. One.
(Halfway down, Sherlock vaults over the side of the fire escape and onto a wall beside it.)
SHERLOCK: I’m working.
(He jumps down onto a wheelie bin beside the wall and then to onto another one laying on its side before stepping to the ground. John follows.)
JOHN: Sherlock Holmes in a drug den! How’s that gonna look?
SHERLOCK: I’m undercover.
JOHN: No you’re not!
SHERLOCK (gesticulating angrily): Well, I’m not now!
And yet later:
JOHN: We’re not going home. We’re going to Bart’s. I’m calling Molly.
(In the rear seat, Sherlock is wiping some of the dirt off his face with a handkerchief.)
JOHN (holding his phone to his ear and turning to look over his shoulder at his friend before directing the rest of the sentence to Mary): Because Sherlock Holmes needs to pee in a jar.
(from Ariadne's transcript)
Sherlock really and truly isn't a drug addict. Look at the way he turns down his morphine. I get that. But just John finding him like that, thinking that of him, and juxtaposed against that scene from ASIP...
Shock blankets. Shock blankets are good.
(Believe it or not, my brain is calming down a bit on Sherlock. I am functioning, getting work done. Not obsessing nearly as much as I was a few days ago. But then my brain makes a connection and there we go again.)