“it’s like my world’s falling apart around me,” I say as I sit alone in the shower, the water like Reichenbach upon my convulsing, sobbing body.

“Better get the funeral plans in order for tomorrow,” I whisper to myself as yet more Reichenbach angst floods my dash.

this is going to be me on Sunday

I’m going to go give this to Moffat and Gatiss

“here’s some blea—I mean water”

I think I’m going to go destroy some people

see if you can unscrabble these two surnames:

ffaomt

istsag

how commercials interpret your period:

how I interpret my period:

Dear all BBC Sherlock fans,

All the Reichenbach spoilers/fan-made material.

Stop it.

Now.

Or I swear I will drown you in my tears mercilessly.

Sincerely,

ASDFGHJKL I CAN’T