sherlock's past

anonymous asked:

Hey there! I don't know if someone has pointed this out yet, but why show 0,1 second of Sherlock's past drug habit in TAB and then never talk about it? Am I the only one who thinks it doesn't make sense? Ps: sorry for my English, and I love your blog! <3

Hey Nonny!

Well, I mean… there’s TLD, but you specifically say “past” drug habit, so, yeah, they STILL never go into WHY Sherlock took drugs ever in the first place… even in the episode that apparently talks about “what made Sherlock”, TFP, we’re never told explicitly why Sherlock took drugs… I’m not trying to lessen the severity of why anyone does anything, and literally anything could have been the trigger, but taking TFP at face value, Sherlock apparently had no clue about his best friend-or-maybe-a-dog-or-who-the-fuck-knows, no clue about his murderous 4 or 5-year-old sister, no clue about 12-year-old Mycroft apparently being able to hide all of that from him, and as a result he’s just… did drugs because of nothing? I mean… in TAB’s flashback he had a dog leash as his tourniquet, so I suspect the initial cause of the trauma was probably related to the dog or an event with the dog that he chose to forget and it all spiralled downhill from there. I just… don’t understand myself, Nonny. Bleh, the whole of S4 really… just… made no sense to the narrative. 

Though, in HLV, he did state that he took drugs essentially because he was bored, so it could very well be just as simple as that – a mind as complex and fantastical as Sherlock’s certainly would have a hard time stopping or focusing without something to do, so yeah, drugs probably helped with that. I don’t really think it’s anything beyond that. They over-complicated his backstory into something really non-sensical in TFP.

I Hate Christmas - Sherlock x (y/n)

Word count: 1784

Warnings: none

“Sherlock!” Mrs. Hudson called from downstairs. “It’s (y/n)!”

Sherlock hurried down the stairs as quickly as he could. “Ah, (y/n). Finally. John and Mary are preparing dinner upstairs and I’ll be heading out for a bit.”

“Sherlock!” You said, exasperated. “You promised you’d stay. Even if you had a case. It’s Christmas for Christ’s sake.”

“I hate Christmas.” He said with a sneer. “It brings about carolers and holiday cheer.”

“Oh, Sherlock. Promise me you’ll still come home for dinner and presents.”

“Food is for the weak and I told everyone not to get me anything. I also did not get anything for anyone else…” He said trailing off.

“Sherlock…”

“Fine. I promise I’ll be home for dinner and presents.” He said rolling his eyes. “Even if I don’t eat and I don’t have presents.”

“Good boy.” You said smiling brightly. You bounced into the building away from the cold, chilling air of London. Sherlock moved past you and into the freezing air.

“I’m not a boy (y/n). I’m a man. A very smart one at that.” He said quickly, as if in a rush, which to be honest he probably was. He then briskly walked away. Mrs. Hudson gave you a sad smile.

“Sorry about him dear. That’s Sherlock though. Always dashing about. Anyhow, might you come up for a spot of tea? John and Mary’s food smells so delicious.”

You smiled kindly at her, “Of course, Mrs. Hudson. Thank you.”

Time Skip

“Mrs. Hudson!” Sherlock’s loud voice rang from downstairs. “I’m back for Christmas dinner.” He said in a disgusted tone you could tell he wasn’t really trying to hide. He walked upstairs quickly, taking the steps two at a time. He walked past you hastily, using his coat to conceal something that he was carrying. “Mrs. Hudson, John, (y/n) don’t wait up. I’ll be in my room wrapping things up. I’ll be back in a wink.” He said winking at you. You blushed profusely. Trying to cover it up, you said, “Shall we start eating?”

“Of course.” John said with a happy smile.

“Mary, the pie looks delicious.” You said to her.

“Oh, I didn’t make it. John did. He’s a great baker.” She said bragging slightly about her wonderful husband.

“Well then John, it looks simply divine.” You said excited to dig in to the wonderful looking food.

Time Skip – After Dinner

“Oh, the meal was so scrumptious.” Mrs. Hudson commented, a little bit sleepy from the meal.

“It was.” You said, a bit sleepy yourself. “It was too bad Sherlock didn’t eat anything.” You said clearing the last of the plates from the table. As if on cue Sherlock emerged from his room.

“Time for presents.” He said lazily, as if bored with the whole affair and idea of Christmas. Little did you know, inside he was having a silent panic attack. He secretly slipped something under the tree.

“Ok.” You said giddily, smiling like a child. “I’m excited to see what you got me Mr. Holmes.” You said nudging him in the side.

“Nothing.” He responded. “I told you earlier that I didn’t get anyone anything.”

You looked down, slightly saddened by this sentence. Your Christmas cheer was being ruined by Sherlock.

“You know you don’t have to be such a spoilsport.”

“I actually do.”

“Why, Sherlock?”

“The idea of buying people presents gives some people anxiety. Anxiety about not getting the right thing. In fact, it is scientifically proven that people have more stress around the holidays.” He said with a completely straight face.

“Really Sherlock? You don’t buy people presents because you’re afraid you’ll get the wrong thing?”

“That is what I said, yes.” He said rolling his eyes.

“Sherlock… We’re your friends. We’ll be happy with anything you give us.”

“Really?” He said raising an eyebrow. “Last Christmas John said he loved my gift. He lied. I read his body language. He was not at all pleased with my gift. I was given a mental talent for reading people and it is a blessing and a curse. Let me ask you something, (y/n). Do you sometimes wish I were a normal person? That I’m unable to read people like a book?”

Without missing a heartbeat, you answered his question honestly, “No. You are perfect. If you weren’t the way you were you would never have met me. You never would have been ‘The Great Sherlock Holmes’, and I never would have come to you with my case.”

He clasped his hands together, thinking deeply. “Hmm… You’re right.”

“As I always am.” You said.

“Not always.” He corrected quickly.

You laughed. John and Mary came out of the kitchen. “What’s so funny?” John asked.

“Nothing, nothing.” You said. “Let’s go. I can’t possibly wait any longer. I can feel the presents calling to me.”

“Presents don’t talk.” Sherlock mentioned quietly.

“They do in my mind palace.” You said, teasing him.

He sighed tiredly, “Let’s just get on with the presents.”

John cleared his throat. “Ok then. Let’s see, first present.” He picked up a box with green wrapping. He said out loud, “For Mary and John, from (y/n).” You smiled as they unwrapped it together. They pulled out a small onesie.

“It’s for the baby.” You said smiling brightly. “Do you guys like it?”

Mary turned to you. “Oh, (y/n). We love it!” She came over to hug you.

John said, “Thank you (y/n). It’s a wonderful gift.”

You picked the next box. “For Sherlock, from John and Mary.” You smiled at the couple as you unwrapped the present for Sherlock. You pulled out a hat. You laughed. Sherlock rolled his eyes and looked at the hat in disgust. You smiled at Mary, “Thanks guys.” You looked at John and mouthed, “I’ll make him wear it.” The next present was for Mrs. Hudson, from John and Mary. It was a nice pink shawl. John and Mary had given you a nice coat that matched Sherlock’s. The presents from John and Mary were all wonderful. Next, it was your turn to give everyone presents. You had already given John and Mary their present so you gave Mrs. Hudson hers. Sher pulled out a blouse, a skirt, and a pair of heels all matching the same royal blue color. “Thank you, dear.” She said smiling at you.

“Of course, Mrs. Hudson.” You said, matching her smile. Then you handed Sherlock his present. He opened it and was surprised to see a brand new blue scarf.

“Thank you very much, (y/n).” He said looking over at you.

You smiled at him, “Anything for you, Sherlock.”

Mrs. Hudson seemed to be ready to bounce out of her seat. Sher quickly handed everyone their presents. Your gift was a nice jumper. “Mrs. Hudson, did you knit this all by yourself?” You inquired.

“Yes I did.” She said quite proudly. Sherlock’s was a fancy suit.

“Mrs. Hudson, where did you get this?” He asked.

“Oh, it was from a real fancy shop. I know you have a lot of suits, but this one just seemed to pop to me. It would look perfect on you. I mean you have all black suits; you never wear blue. I thought it would look real nice on you.”

“Thank you. I like it.” He said cautiously, as if his words might offend her. Everyone looked around. There were no more presents to be opened. Everyone looked expectantly at Sherlock. They didn’t seem surprised, however. They soon all packed up and left, save for Mrs. Hudson, who had gone upstairs. You started to clean up the trash on the ground from the presents. Sherlock watched you carefully, studying you. You had finished clearing all of the wrapping paper from around the tree when a little twinkle from under the tree caught your eye. You reached a hand under the tree and felt a box. You pulled it out. It was a small box covered with shiny silver wrapping paper. Carefully you turned it over, ‘To my dear (y/n), from your Sherlock,’ it said in fancy writing on the wrapping paper. You turned to Sherlock and he gave you a smile. “I didn’t want you to open it in front of everyone.” He said smirking at your surprised face.

“Here, I thought you were a pompous jackass who was too good to get anyone anything.” You commented, joking lightly. Sherlock only rolled his eyes.

“Open it.” He said. “Before I change my mind and return it.”

“Now I know what you meant when you said you were in your room, ‘wrapping things up’. You meant it literally, that you actually were ‘wrapping something up’. Gosh, you are clever.”

“I know.” He said, sarcastically. “Now open it.”

You excitedly ripped off the wrapping paper. Inside was a black square velvet box. You gasped in surprise. It was from Tiffany’s. You traced your fingers along the velvet on the outside of the box. “What is it?” You asked Sherlock, looking over at him. He only smiled mysteriously.

“Open it and see.”

You opened the box to see the diamond necklace you had been drooling over for a long time every time you passed the window of Tiffany’s. “Sherlock! You didn’t have to get me this.”

“I actually did. Did you think I wouldn’t notice how every day when we walked past the store you looked longingly and lovingly at this necklace. I read John, I can read you too.”

“Sherlock! This is just too much. I-I” You were at a loss for words. You looked down at the box and noticed there was another, much smaller, box inside. You picked it up. “Sherlock… What’s this?”

He stayed silent. So you took the box carefully in your hands and opened it up. Inside was a beautiful diamond ring. You gasped. “Oh my. Oh my gosh.” You looked up at Sherlock. He smiled mysteriously.

“I see no need to get on one knee and all so I’ll just say it. Will you (y/n) (y/l/n) the most beautiful and clever and kind and funny person I have ever met and also my favorite human being in this entire wretched world, agree to be my wife?”

“Yes, Sherlock. Yes of course I’ll be your wife.” You stood up to hug him and as you hugged you noticed a small green plant hanging on top of Sherlock’s head. You smiled. As you pulled apart from the hug you pecked Sherlock on the lips.

“What was that for?” He questioned.

“Tradition.” You responded with a smirk.

“I hate tradition.”

“Is there anything you don’t hate?”

“I don’t hate you.”

You smiled softly. “Hey, don’t get soft on me now Mr. Holmes.”

“I won’t Mrs. Holmes.”

The End

OKAY BUT WHY: 67 questions that have popped into my head in the past 24 hours

In stream-of-consciousness order:

1. Skull hell.
2. Why kill Mary if she’s good
3. Why was the hospital dedicated in 2044
4. Why is he writing the blog post about the baby being born in an image file befORE THE BABY WAS BORN
5. What the hell was John’s letter to Sherlock and why do we never hear anything about it again
6. Why was the lady Carmichael mirror so perfect we could predict actual dialogue lines (“You promised!”)
7. Why did TAB “PROVE” Moriarty was dead when it only proved you need a friend to help you make the blood splatter
8. WHO WAS TAKING CARE OF THE BABY WHEN EVERYONE HE KNOWS IS AT THE THERAPIST’S HOUSE
9. How did John get out of the stupid well if his fucking feet were chained to the bottom
10. Why does a gun go off at the end of TLD, but in TFP it’s a tranquilizer
11. Why bring up that romantic entanglement “would complete you as a human being” if you don’t return to it
12. How did Mary jump in front of a bullet, and why is her death scene just like the “Hollywood deaths” that they criticized when Sherlock was shot
13. Why did nobody know who John was in TLD when in THoB everyone knew it was his blog (he fucking writes it in the first person)
14. Why is the blog stopped since S4 starts
15. How does EVERYONE know the story of the Merchant of Samarra when it’s not actually that common
16. How does Mary know to call him a Dragonslayer
17. How did Sherlock know that Ghost!Mary was saying he should wear the hat
18. How did John make the deduction about how Sherlock figured out how he knew which therapist he would choose and when he’d be there
19. How did John have an affair with a woman but he DOESN’T RECOGNIZE HER WHEN SHE’S SITTING RIGHT IN FRONT OF HIM AT THERAPY
20. Why has Mycroft been so clearly linked to Moriarty
21. Why set up that footage of a shooting can be altered
22. Why have Culverton say that line about revealing your secret to your friends when it’s completely irrelevant thereafter
23. How did Lastrade know about Sherlock killing Magnussen anD MARY’S PAST
24. If Mycroft knew who Mary is then why didn’t he ever say anything
25. What happened to the stupid black pearl
          a. What’s the point of DI Hopkins
26. Mirrors
          a. You will John-style never convince me that these mirrors were a lie
27. Making history? What history
28. Promos
          a. Sitting in the “married ones” room with the burnout in the shape of an                anatomical heart
          b. “Sherlock’s in love, but with who”—is this really just to be cruel
29. How does Mary know where to go when he texts “the curtain rises” but texts John the actual address
30. Let’s talk about the mysterious crypt lair that Sherlock has for ONE SCENE and then never returns to
31. How come the Six Thatchers was already a different case they had done on the blog
32. Vatican Cameos
33. Umbrella sword gun
34. James or John
35. Mrs. Turner next door has got married ones
36. What was Sherlock going to say on the tarmac
37. What couldn’t John tell Ella after Sherlock died
38. And why does Sherlock go to see Ella and talk about a recurring dream in a weird ass attic office but it never comes back around
39. Gerridebs is their favorite case but it’s made into the biggest “no homo” joke
40. Why be obsessed with Sherlock’s sex life
41. Why does the AGRA drive look different
42. How do you survive being exploded from a second story flat with no injuries
          a. You. Don’t.
43. How can you possibly redeem Euros after everything she’s done
44. Why did Euros have a random breakdown in the middle of her grand plan—ALSO THE WHOLE PLANE MAKES NO SENSE
45. Why were people not more worried about how she killed Victor
46. “Drowned Redbeard”—an ACTUAL CHILD was missing and the suspect said this and they didn’t think to check all the fucking wells
47. How did his family all agree to pretend that Redbeard was a dog and never mention his sister ever again
48. WHERE IS MORIARTY’S BODY
49. Euros appears to have super mind-control powers?
50. WHAT ABOUT THE FREAKING MEMORY DRUG
51. Why has every episode been focused on how relationships are more important than the stories, but then Video!Mary is all like “relationships don’t matter because YAY detective stories”
52. Why did Euros just leave John after she tranq’d him
53. Whole episode is about how his childhood is what makes Sherlock who he is but ends episode with “but who you are doesn’t really matter”
          a. Great man -> good man? Eh. Doesn’t really matter.
54. The camera error in TST
55. How did they get onto the boat? A helicopter? Why not just take it to the island? How did Sherlock get inside as a member of the team? They only found John and Mycroft
56. How was the chess game promo a spoiler
57. Why was he using twitter in TST but then John was surprised he was on social media in TLD
58. Lamp hell.
59. What was the lie in TLD
60. Why was the episode called the final problem? The final problem was established to be to burn the heart out of him
61. Why is the static in Sherrinford a weird waterfall
62. Why did Sherlock paste John’s face on the Vetruvian Man (okay this wasn’t S4 but also I CANNOT LET THIS GO)
63. Why wasn’t Euros in the family video and why did noBODY EVER BRING HER UP IN SHERLOCK’S LIFE AGAIN— “Euros may have been my daughter but Sherlock seems to want to forget she existed entirely so let’s all pretend we didn’t have a daughter”
64. Why are all the villains textually queer
65. Who is the woman in the photo who was looking out the window holding an elephant
66. Why did Sherlock say that Mary destroyed the AGRA drive, when it was John
67. 26 pages of dialogue.

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Sherlock clears his throat. “So, you’ll… that is… you’ll come back, then?”

John’s head whips up at that. He has been sitting in his arm chair, staring dully at the fire. But, he’s been constantly on the edge of his seat, as if ready to flee at a moment’s notice. 

His silence goes on a bit too long, so Sherlock backtracks, stung and mortified. “Sorry. No, forget it, it’s fi-”

“You mean,” John says, his voice hoarse. He’s actually looking at Sherlock now, and some glimmer of life has returned to his eyes. “You mean, you- you want me back?”

Something in Sherlock’s chest snaps, and he tries his hardest not to inhale too obviously. He sees it now, he sees everything, too much at once: a young John who has learned the price of abandonment, has learnt too soon that nothing is permanent, has learnt that even the ones he loves the most could up and leave and-

And Sherlock is up, out of his own seat, going to him. There is one thought on his mind: that John deserves to know just how very loved he is. 

“John. John, of course, I- this- it isn’t- it’s not home without-” 

John lets out a little tear-filled gasp, and one hand clutches Sherlock’s wrist. “Sherlock. Sher-” But, whatever he was about to say is lost as his voice completely breaks, and the tears win their fight.

“Oh, John,” Sherlock whispers. He kneels in front of him, wrapping his arms around him. “It’s going to be alright. Just-shh. It will, I promise…”

He waits and waits until John’s cries slow and fade.

“Now, here’s what we’re going to do,” he says, lips to the top of John’s head. “It’s late, so I’ll give you some pyjamas- they’ll drown you but it’ll be funny- and you’re going to sleep for as long as you want while I phone Mycroft before dawn to arrange a moving van.”

John laughs against Sherlock’s chest. He raises his head, eyes definitely sparkling, now. “You think you’ll get something at that time?” 

“No, but I might as well get some entertainment in pissing him off.” 

John laughs again. He’s looking past Sherlock now, eyes flickering all over the flat, in some sort of dazed wonder. Sherlock can’t tell what he’s seeing.

“This place, I- I never thought-ever-I-” His voice cuts off again as he swallows. 

He’s not ready, Sherlock tells himself. Be gentle

So, Sherlock hands over his mobile. “Welcome home, John. Now, get us a takeaway, will you?”

Changeling

“Are you sure, Mummy?”

And eight year old Mycroft Holmes holds his arms out towards his mother, allows her to put his new sister into them.

She’s small, his sister. Wriggly. Red-faced and smelly, the scent of milk and poo hanging around her.

Her little pink onesie is sticky with goo and spit.

She looks cranky, there in his arms; her face is like a squashed prune. When he reaches out and touches her she sniffles and complains. Gives a few hacking little breaths and grunts, her voice oddly animal.

She doesn’t sound like a person yet, Mycroft thinks, and despite himself he feels a flash of distaste at the thought.

He stares down at her, trying to make himself believe that this, this new person came out of his Mummy. While he has understood the theory of childbirth for years he has never really believed it and little Eurus is doing nothing to convince him. She seems nothing like him, or his Mummy, or even Daddy. She seems an alien being, the sort of thing an evil fairy would leave on one’s doorstep. He can’t imagine her ever being interesting, or fun, or even particularly pleasant-

And then she opens her eyes.

Looks up at him.

Mycroft knows from his books that she can’t actually be looking at him, that her eyes probably can’t focus yet, but he still feels that gaze go straight to his core.

For she smiles at him. Gurgles. Her little legs kick and her little hands reach for him; he places his thumb against her palm and her fingers wrap around it, gripping with a surprising strength. Mycroft feels a sudden puff of light, of, of wonder go through him as she does this and in that moment she goes from being a weird, prune-faced space alien to being his sister. His little sister.

“Hello Eurus,” he says softly to her, and though he knows she can’t yet understand language, he feels that same puff of joy when she smiles at his voice. “I’m your big brother,” he tells her, “so from now on, whenever you have a problem I’m the one who’ll sort it out for you. I’ll make sure you’re alright- Alright?”

And as if she agrees she laughs again. Kicks again. When Mycroft looks over at his Mummy she has tears in her eyes- Happy ones.

“Finally,” she says softly. “Finally, we’re all a family…”

Mycroft kisses his sister’s cheek and then passes her back to his Mummy.

As he does so he silently vows that he’ll never let his family be parted again.

anonymous asked:

I don't think John was reading the bible. For one, the book's too thin. It would be difficult to cram the entire bible into such a thin book even with small print. Only the new testament might fit in there, which would exclude Leviticus rightaway (although some of Paul's groanworthy stuff on homosexuality would still be in there.) The cover looks kinda soft and bendy too. Not something you'd expect with a bible edition. And John's facial expression is more contemplative than repressed, I'd say.

Anonymous said to inevitably-johnlockedGoing off John reading the bible (I’m not sure it is but it’s probable), do you think John is slightly religious? We know one of his ‘dying’ thoughts was a prayer (“Please, God, let me live”), he was married in a church by a Vicar, and he seemed keen to have Rosie christened/baptised which is not a common practice these days. I sometimes wonder if, as well as all his other issues, John has grown up with something like ‘Catholic guilt’ that might have helped repress his homosexuality?


(referencing this post)

I’m not sure if you’re the same Nonny, but I’ll put these together because of the content is similar and I would answer them both similarily anyway :)

First of all, I’ve actually answered a similar question to this in the past here, so you can read all that and come back, since I will be referencing it in this ask.

First part of this ask: Thank you for the heads up, Nonny! I also have never believed it was a Bible (I’m not even sure where this idea started from… aside from it’s Christmas…). I did a brightening of a screencap (forgive the low quality, my digital version of ASiB is not that amazing):

And as I said in that past post linked above, I do not think that is the Bible at all: too many words:

Even extravagant Catholic / Christian Bibles are simply “Holy Bible” and a graphical depiction of the cross:


I grew up non-practicing Roman Catholic (I went to Catholic school from Gr. 3 to 13, family is Roman Catholic, attended church when we were younger), and we never ever had extravagantly-covered Bibles in our religious ed. classes, though I have seen soft-covered Bible books (my Sunday school class from WAAAAAAAAAYYYYY back had them). And you are right, the book is too thin to be the Bible. I’m more apt to think that he’s starting a novel; can’t make out the title though, thought half-heartedly because I think he was more worried about Sherlock. Or a medical text, or – wild thought – A Christmas Story by Dickens maybe? Sure it’s none of those, but there’s some additional thoughts for y'all.

Second part of this ask: Is John religious? You know, I think it’s in the same way many people are in his age bracket: non-practicing / skeptical, but hopes there is a higher power out there. I would imagine his family was, possibly why he is semi-closeted and has a strained relationship with his sister, and why he still holds onto some of the practices of the church (getting married in a church; christening; the need for god parents for his child), though there is the possibility that it was Mary who insisted on such things though.

But I do believe he has some religious upbringing, possibly a very conservative one, and as such has a lot of internalized struggles with his own sexuality (I think he KNOWS he’s bi, but he has such a desire to “fit in” that he will conform to what society and his upbringing deems as “normal”). He saw what his sister’s sexuality had possibly done to his family, and probably decided since he “had a choice” (I know that’s not the right wording, but humour me here) decided it was best to “play straight” until he could leave home. (Sorry, I know my wording is possibly offensive, but I don’t know how else to describe my thought process here)

This is all just my personal opinion, and I’m not crapping on religious beliefs. But John did grow up in the Thatcher-era, and if his family also supported Thatcher’s ideals, that could have been a rough home life for him.

I’ve talked about John’s possible struggles in his past here and here, both discussion pieces very interesting, especially the second link. 

Experiment #5 - Request

Requested by the sinners and anons:  -For your experiment series, what if one of the experiments is that sherlock doesn’t think that people can “get off” by dry humping and so he makes the reader rude his thigh! 
-I have a suggestion for the next experiment- sherlock x reader. Its where sherlock points out that he’s not just using the reader’s body… And their relationship gets a label. (Still not getting the label, though)

Pairing: Sherlock x reader

Word count: 1779

Warnings: Smut - dry humping, implied toy play -

A/N: I feel like we’re getting closer to an end so… Yeah, I was planning to mix two requests in here but figured it woudl last longer if I didn’t. Such a tease…

Enjoy!

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“What are we?”

He was finally asking that question, and it wasn’t because he wanted to but because he had to.

“(Y/N), what are we?” He insisted.

“I don’t know… Colleagues, I suppose.” (Y/N) whispered. She turned her gaze away, unable to think straight for as long as her eyes and Sherlock’s were locked together. “This was supposed to be only an experiment, and that was it.”

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His Last Vow IS Sherlock’s six-month suicide mission

Sherlock is given the fatal 6 month assignment and it’s cut short before it even begins.  We all know how HLV ends.  But what if this exact same thing happened earlier in the episode, too?  According to Mrs Hudson fawning over the idea of a “spring wedding” in TEH and Mary’s wedding invitations in TSOT, it is apparent their wedding took place on May 18th. 

Then John and Mary go on their honeymoon and John doesn’t see Sherlock for “about a month”.  For the sake of argument, let’s assume John doesn’t see Sherlock until June 18th, one month after the wedding, the day he finds Sherlock back on drugs. That’s the night he gets shot in CAM Tower.  The night of Mary’s reveal is a week later, as Sherlock explains to the EMTs that come to pick him up and bring him back to the hospital. So, it is incredibly possible that Sherlock goes back to the hospital on June 25th.  Exactly six months before Christmas.  So what does that mean?

It means this is Sherlock accepting a six month suicide mission:

while this is Sherlock dying once his time is up:

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