mentally sherlock

  • favorite character: *is about to do something embarrassing*
  • Me: *pauses tv*
  • Me: *stares into space and cringes for 10 minutes, goes for a walk, rocks back and forward in the shower, sits on couch regrettably*
  • me: *presses play*
-me: oh geez, why do i wait years for three episodes of a TV show that only hurt my feelings and mental health?                              -BBC Sherlock:

The violin scene at the end of The Final Problem is truly one of the most impactful moments (if not the most) in all of BBC Sherlock. I honestly am still speechless that Moftiss wrote something so profound. Eurus was beyond communication with the outside world after the events of this episode, back to the untouchable genius in her glass cage. But Sherlock. Sherlock, this incredible and kind man, who had lost so much to this woman, understood her and still reached out to help. He wasn’t encouraging her to play her own song, he was initiating a duet–so she wasn’t alone, even in her music. It was a conversation, it was understanding, it was connection. This man went beyond words, where others had failed and stopped trying, and showed her that she wasn’t alone. Sherlock has become- or perhaps he always was- one of the best men I’ve ever seen.

WWI, WWII & PTSD in Fan Fiction: A personal rec list

Read the tags of each fan fiction. There might be triggers. All Johnlock.

ACD Holmes

Soldier’s Heart by Piplover: After his return from his three years’ “death,” not all is as it should be for Holmes. The road is long ahead, but Watson will always be there to walk it with him. > PTSD!Holmes & PTSD!Watson. There are more wars than those on the frontlines. Highly reccomended. It’s like “Kissing Sherlock Holmes”, only gayer. That’s possible. (85k, explicit) (

The Hungerford Wreck by @mistyzeo (explicit, 9k): The Great Western Railway wreck of 1898 kills twelve and injures nearly two hundred. Sherlock Holmes is among that number and it affects him more deeply than he realises. Fortunately, he’s on very good terms with his physician. ( > PTSD!Holmes; railway wreck; sex as medicine


Bring me back to life by yalublyutebya (51k, explicit): After being injured on the Front, John Watson is sent to Craiglockhart Hospital for psychiatric treatment and finds himself sharing a room with the mysterious Sherlock Holmes. >> WWI, PTSD!Watson; drug addict & convicted homosexual!Holmes; read it read it read it.

Love or What you Will by @miss-frankenstein (32k, teen and up audiences): John is an English professor who specializes in War and Post-War Literature and Sherlock is the brilliant yet impossible Ph.D. student assigned to be his TA because no one in the Chemistry Department is willing to put up with him. And - somewhere between Waugh and Plath, e-mails and takeaway, novels and villanelles - they fall in love. >> about war poetry & PTSD, academia!AU

One Night in December by Holly Sykes (Artemis8147) (126k, explicit): London, 29th December 1940, 8 pm. The London Blitz reached its nadir with the bombing of the City of London and the area around its most beloved landmark, St. Paul’s Cathedral. John Watson and Sherlock Holmes meet as the flames blaze and roar all around them. But who is that dark-haired young man and why is he risking his life in such a careless manner? This is what Doctor Watson is wondering, as he eventually becomes enmeshed in a mystery that will take him away from his dreary, hopeless life and plunge him into the secret life of wartime London. […] >WWII, murder mystery; no-period typical homophobia

Enigma by @khorazir (WIP, 17/20 chapters; ca. 195k; mature): It’s the autumn of 1941, war is raging in Europe, German U-boats are raiding Allied convoys in the Atlantic, the Luftwaffe is bombing English cities, and the cryptographers at Bletchley Park are working feverishly to decode their enemies’ encrypted communications. One should consider this challenge and distraction enough for capricious codebreaker Sherlock Holmes. But the true enigmas are yet waiting to be deciphered: an unbreakable code, a strange murder, and the appearance of Surgeon Captain John H. Watson of the Royal Navy. >> WWII, PTSD!Watson; codebreaker AU; amazing story, amazing fan art

Rosethorne by suitesamba (WIP, mature, ca. 80k): John Watson, WWII army doctor, is injured in the line of duty and can no longer wield a scalpel. Sherlock Holmes, Britain’s best code-breaker, is side-lined by his own devastating injury. In a work inspired by Frances Hodgson Burnett’s “The Secret Garden,” the two men must find meaning and purpose in a world which seems to have taken away all they hold most dear. But of course, it really hasn’t. >> WWII, codebreaker!AU, “The Secret Garden” crossover (?), war injury

Two Two One Bravo Baker by abundantlyqueer (read by @aranel-parmadil: (explicit; 114k): Captain John Watson of 40 Commando, the Royal Marines, is assigned to protect and assist Sherlock Holmes as he investigates what appears to be a simple war atrocity in Afghanistan. An intense attraction ignites between the two men as they uncover a conspiracy that threatens everything they’ve ever known, but Sherlock is as much hunted as hunter, and everyone close to him is in deadly danger. Can he solve the case in time to save himself and John? > Pre-Canon; War Story; soldier!John

Northwest Passage by krypteria (read by @lockedinjohnlock-podfics Seven years ago, Captain John Watson of the Canadian Forces Medical Service withdrew from society, seeking a simple, isolated life in the distant northern wilderness of Canada. Though he survives from one day to the next, he doesn’t truly live until someone from his dark past calls in a favor and turns his world upside-down with the introduction of Sherlock Holmes. “The essentials of their relationship distilled through solitude.” –review by Alicat >> PTSD!John; soldier!John; sort of Pre-Canon (95k, explicit)

And because I can:


Roses of Picardy by splix (76k, explicit): Captured in battle, Major Jamie Stewart faces an uncertain fate. > WWI, war story & love story; queer soldiers and no major character death; aftermath of war (injury, mental illness (PTSD?)). Yes, it‘s the soldiers portrayed by Benedict Cumberbatch & Tom Hiddleston. Read it (anyway).

Okay… this literally isn’t good for my mental health to be exposed to. So; if you are against all this hate going around and you are into sharing the love and positivity within the Sherlock and Cumberbatch fandoms; please reblog this so I can follow you. 

And. If you’re one of the people in the other group, do you mind blocking me?

I deal daily with tough mental health issues (among other things severe PTSD) and every day is a struggle. It’s literally a struggle for me to stay alive. And all this hate, all this negativity, all this yelling and all this fighting within this; my place of refuge… my ray of sunshine… it’s literally killing me. 

So. Do me that favour. Please. 

Need to follow more blogs!

Hey, y'all. My dash is kind of dead so I want to follow some more people. Please like/reblog this if you like any of the below and I’ll check your blog out!

Twenty One Pilots
Legend of Zelda
Doctor Who
Steven Universe
Mental health
Pop punk
Poetry / writing
Bullet Journaling
Harry Potter
Ed Sheeran
Nerdy shit

I’m gonna try to check out as many blogs as I can

Let’s Go

Request: One were fem!reader is in a mental hospital and lestrade thinks she has information about a case. Lestrade tells Sherlock to try and figure out the information but when Sherlock gets there he deduces that she’s not insane just trapped in her own head. He breaks her out or something along those lines and I’d like some fluff if possible 

Warnings: None.

A/N: I’m thinking about a part two, but I’m not completely sure. What do you think? This is so weirdly written, it reminded me of something I would have written a long time ago, I hope it doesn’t suck.


Originally posted by famouspeople

“Who is it?”

“Y/N Y/L/N. She’s in a mental hospital, but it seems like she had been escaped during the same time the murder was committed. I need you to go and talk to her, see if you can get any information.” Greg replied.

Sherlock nodded his head and put his gloves on, as Greg handed him a card with the name and address of the hospital on it.


“One visitor at a time please.” The woman at the front desk rolled her eyes. John nodded his head and went to sit down.
Sherlock looked around the room. Despite the fact that the people seemed relatively happy, there was a slightly depressed mood haunting the room.

“Name.” The woman said, without even bothering to look up from her computer.

“Sherlock Holmes.”

She looked up for just long enough to confirm his words, before shrugging and turning away again.

“Mr Leives will show you to the room.” She gestured towards a young man with large round glasses and messy blonde hair.

Mr Leives ushered Sherlock to the halfway that was just left of the front desk. They walked until they reached the fourth room to the end of the hall.

“She doesn’t like visitors.” He stated. Just before opening the door for Sherlock.
As soon as he walked in he saw you, sitting on a chair just gazing out of the window.

“Ms Y/L/N,” He greeted you.

You lifted your head slowly, then turned around to meet his eyes.
He reached his hand out to yours, you furrowed our eyebrows and shook his hand reluctantly.

“I’m here to confirm your whereabouts on December third.” He smiled quickly before frowning and staring into you.

You cleared your throat, “I’m not sure I know what you mean.”

He rolled his eyes, then changed the subject completely, “Why are you here?”

“Umm..” You looked around the room anxiously.

“Jesus.” He squinted his eyes shut. “You’re not really mad are you?” He asked, but it seemed more like his was asking himself. “How did you get out of here before?” He looked around the room quickly.

You pointed to the window that was behind your chair. He walked over to it only to see that it was now clamped shut with metal bars.

“I see. So you did escape.” He caught you.

“Well, yes, but it wasn’t to do anything bad.”

“You seem-” He ran his eyes up and down your body, “Useful… How would you like to get out of here?” He looked around the room for any source of escaping.

“Around now is the time mostly the workers go on lunch break,” You told him. “It really wouldn’t be that hard to just walk out of here. Especially because the door is unlocked. And they probably forgot about you already.” You shrugged. “But I don’t have a place to stay anyway.” You looked down.

“I think I can… Help you with that.” He walked to the door slowly.

Sherlock was surprised to see that you were right. You could basically just walk straight out of the building without anyone noticing.

“This is John,” He gestured toward his friend that was sitting on one of the couches.

“Sherlock!” He whisper yelled as he stood up. “Is that…?” He looked at you. Sherlock raised an eyebrow.

“You can’t just… What if she’s completely insane?!” He whispered the last part.

“Then that will make three of us.” Sherlock said out loud. “Let’s go.”



@ 8181pjh

Diogene di Sinope ovvero andarsele a cercare col lanternino

Antefatto: sabato sera Figlia N.2 mi scongiura di percorrere 67,8 km e portarla alla festa di compleanno del suo ‘gancio’ (trad. ‘crush’) per evitare che ‘quella vaca zana della sua ex’ (trad. ‘ex-morosa dai costumi sessuali reprensibili’) ci riprovi e ci rivada assieme.

135,6 km –> col cazzo che torno a casa –> la aspetto in macchina (questo fa di me contemporaneamente Papà dell’Anno 2017 e TurboCoglione Volante da Competizione del Secolo ma do ut des e adesso ho un pagherò formidabile).

Il totale di tempo di stazionamento nell’autoveicolo è di ore 4 e il luogo particolarmente periferico (angolo sperduto del parcheggio di un quartiere industriale) mi permette di dedicarmi alla lettura, alla visione di film e allo scrollare la dash. Questo significa che dopo un’ora ero già steso a dormire sui sedili posteriori.

Rifaccio un breve sunto focalizzante per quelli come me (cioè per gli stupidi idealisti del volemose bene): luogo isolato+macchina decente+l’una del mattino.

Adesso anche i più cocciuti avranno intuito quello che sarebbe andato a succedere

Mentre sono in coma indotto dalla stanchezza sui sedili posteriori, vengo svegliato da un clac clac che risuona più volte nel parcheggio. Mi tiro su a sedere e vedo questa scena: ci sono due tizi vestiti di nero, uno per lato del parcheggio, che stanno provando a vedere se qualcuno ha lasciato la macchina aperta, mentre un terzo tizio sta facendo il palo all’ingresso, seminascosto da un cespuglio.

Il mio primo pensiero è ‘I ninja assoldati dallo Shogun mi hanno trovato!’ poi ricordo di essere nel mondo reale e allora ‘Porcoddio, furto con scasso e rapimento e/o omicidio in un colpo solo’.

Li osservo dai finestrini posteriori oscurati (per fortuna) mentre lentamente si avvicinano alla mia macchina e visto che adesso sono qua a raccontarvela facciamo che vi allieto con una proiezione del mio Palazzo Mentale in cui Sherlock mi guida fuori dai guai.

Kon - Aiuto, Sherlock! Tre pazzi pluriomicidi mi vogliono uccidere, sodomizzare e vendermi la macchina col mio cadavere a pezzi nel bagagliaio!
Sherlock - Calmati, John… non essere irrazionale. Cosa vedi?
Sherlock - No, John… tu guardi senza vedere. Osserva meglio e dimmi cosa vedi.
Kon - Tre… tre ragazzi. Italiani, del posto, giovani. Venti anni a malapena. Da come camminano hanno bevuto parecchio. Dalle scarpe direi birra e due o tre shottini a testa di superalcolici.
Sherlock - Molto bene, John. Adesso dimmi perché non chiamerai i carabinieri.
Kon - Perché non c’è tempo. La caserma più vicina è a 15 chilometri e l’unica macchina sta pattugliando il centro della città.
Sherlock - Ottimo, John. Adesso sai cosa devi fare.

Lentamente, faccio scivolare la mano tra i poggiatesta dei sedili posteriori fin nel bagagliaio e prendo una cosa che sbuca da uno degli zaini, poi mi tiro sulla testa il cappuccio della felpa e aspetto che siano sufficientemente vicini.

Quando uno dei due fa per allungare la mano e controllare che la mia macchina sia aperta, io spalanco di botto lo sportello urlando CONTATTOOOOO!!! con voce e faccia da guerra e poi faccio uno swing micidiale con l’ascia da pompiere, piantandola nell’asfalto tra me e il ragazzetto (con tanto di scintille, giuro)

L’effetto è cinematografico, tanto quanto l’espressione di atavico terrore panico del cinno sbarbino o le urla da voci bianche degli altri due. Roba che sono corsi via tanto veloce da essere giunti nel 1955 con flusso canalizzatore di piscio giù dai risvoltini e 1,21 Gigawatt di merda nelle mutande.

Ecco… adesso che l’ho raccontato mi sento in colpa e credo che la prossima volta che mi dovesse capitare una cosa del genere, mi limiterò ad aprire il finestrino e a sussurrare parole di saggezza. Con delle bottiglie di vetro infilate sulle dita.

The BBC’s Response to Complaints about The Portrayal of Mental Illness

Dear Ms…

Thanks for getting in touch about ‘Sherlock’ episode The Final Problem recently.

We note your concerns regarding the portrayal of the character Eurus and the subject of mental illness as featured in this show’s storyline.

While we appreciate your feedback, it’s important to recognise that this is a fictional drama. Our characters aren’t intended to be representative of all people with similar conditions, and any individual characteristics and personality traits are specific to the particular characters and storyline. Although we don’t always condone the things our fictional characters do or say, it’s important for the sake of the drama that they be allowed to express these behaviours.

That said, we’re sorry if you were unhappy with the portrayal here and thank you again for your comments. We’ve put your complaint on a report that’s made available to all members of the BBC, including the production team of ‘Sherlock’ and senior BBC management. This ensures your comments and others we receive are considered across the BBC.

Kind regards

BBC Complaints Team

anonymous asked:

Darcy I'm trying to figure out sherlock's mental/emotional state before John..we know he was Sad but sad? Had he ever had friends before? What's the deal? I'm confused

i think almost all of sherlock’s mental emotional state before john can be summed up by his exchange with john at the pink lady crime scene, when he tells john that john is there to help him prove a point. they never really get into what point, exactly, john is meant to be proving, so of course it is up to us to interpret, and the point imo is this: that sherlock can work with other people. that sherlock can make friends. that sherlock is likeable. that sherlock is trustworthy. that a doctor would hang out with him (a recovering addict). that there is some other part of sherlock’s life that is not the crime scenes and cases, where john must come from. 

all this tells me that prior to john, sherlock was trying to dig himself out of a hole. he’d gotten himself off the drugs, and now he was trying to build a new life for himself out of the cases. and he actually had a lot of people who were inclined to help him on that! far more people than john had. lestrade, mrs hudson, angelo, even mycroft. so yeah, of course he’s had friends before - look at all the friends he has already! but sherlock wasn’t very successful in proving himself “worthy” of this new life - that’s the very first scene, where instead of lestrade and donovan trusting him and calling him in to the serial suicides case, he’s hiding behind a potted plant and sending snarky messages to his crime reporter’s group chat, and then taking out his frustration on the body in molly’s morgue. so i think there’s a sense of hopelessness, he’s certainly depressed (altho i’d argue much more functional than john at this point), and although he has friends and people who want to help him, they don’t understand

and when he meets john, there’s this sudden a-ha moment, and then when he’s with the cabbie, you have all these fears and insecurities creeping back in. john seems perfect but what if he’s not. what if he’s not there when sherlock gets back. what if he doesn’t want to be around a drug addict. what if he doesn’t want to be a part of sherlock’s life. if john was sherlock’s great experiment to prove the point that sherlock was capable of meaningful friends and relationships and trust and so on, and he thinks he’s going to lose it all bc of the drugs again, always the drugs (this btw is a very real phenomenon addicts go through - feelings of worthlessness, feeling that the drugs are an albatross you can never get rid of, feeling that no matter how good you are or how recovered you are, people always see the addict first and disregard the actual you for yourself - the fact that lestrade was there on a drugs bust was no hand-wavy decision i don’t think) then maybe it’s time to give up. experiment failed. life over. 

and john shows up and shoots the cabbie and says no. how powerful is that? sherlock thinks, i’m never going to be anything more than what i was, and john: notices sherlock is gone figures out a way to track sherlock actually tracks sherlock runs through a building to find him shoots a guy on the instinct that sherlock’s life is in danger - john takes that risk for sherlock! just in case! - then disappears to protect himself and waits by the sidelines to take sherlock home. in short, sherlock thinks, no one will want me, and john says, you’re already mine.

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