Reichenangst.

So the season finale of Sherlock happened.

And the entirety of Tumblr imploded in a fit of ugly sobbing and rending of hair.

I've never seen anything like it. I sat there, in the middle of the day, sun blazing through the window, tears running down my cheeks and Liam looking all alarmed that his mummy was upset.

This much heartbreak has never happened in any fandom I've been a part of. The episode was perfect - it was better than any fic I've read and that never happens. Martin Freeman wasn't joking when he said that the Holmes/Watson story was a love story.

We all knew it was coming, too! Every one of us knew what to expect and no amount of steeling my heart could prepare me for it.

I don't think I'd even cry that hard if Merlin magic!revealed to Arthur and Arthur felt betrayed by his final friend and banishes him and the whole of Camelot crumbles while Merlin cries all his tears.

Everything is John Watson and everything hurts.

I'm watching it again tonight.