teacupsandcyanide:

mollyhooperisastar:

asinkformycreys:

#Benedict #I can’t stand your acting #you are cutting my heart out #the fucking endless and deep sadness in his eyes and a tiny movement #betrays him for what he is #not a sociopath #but a young man #a loner who finds it hard to relate to people #isolated and mocked but #still willing to work for rather than against them #maybe out of self-interest #the excitement of the chase #of the game #but still #he could turn his back on them and wreak his revenge #he may be on the side of the angels but he isn’t one #fuck how terrible it must be for him #to be surrounded by people #whose actions and personalities are so alien to him #but he is the one who is alien #and he’s often told so #but as I said he still solves the crimes #even among a workforce that hates him #’freak’ #he should get credit where credit is due #and finally John Watson is giving it to him #in every possible variant available #to the English language

Exactly. These are all my thoughts put into words. He must have had an awful time growing up, with people calling him “freak” and not realizing that he really has a gift. Smart kids always have the toughest time, but it’s okay because when they grow up, they’re so much happier. Sherlock, however, is still treated like one of those kids who is too smart for everyone else, and everyone still hates him. He loves what he does, but he’s always left on his own because everyone else is too intimidated by his power to befriend him. Until John comes along. Sherlock deduces the hell out of John’s life, and John is stunned by Sherlock’s abilities— and he tells this to Sherlock. That is more than anyone else has ever done, and Sherlock is a bit taken aback because he can’t believe it. Sherlock Holmes, who never has to second-guess himself, checks to make sure that John means what he says. “You really think so? That’s not what people normally say.” “Do you know that you do that aloud? No, it’s…fine.” Sherlock is a show off by nature, but he’s always been shut down because of it, until he finds someone who not only appreciates it, but lets him know that he appreciates it. And this person becomes his first true friend.

See, this is part of why I connect to Sherlock so much. My life was hell at my first school, and the saddest part is I literally didn’t realise it because I’d never known anything else. I never knew what it was like to have friends who didn’t pretend not to be friends with you around the popular kids, or that it wasn’t really fair to be teased for everything that a kid is ever teased for. They always treated me like I was the one at fault and I believed them. I believed that there was something wrong with me, and I carried that belief with me a long time. And yet at the same time I couldn’t make myself blend in, I just couldn’t bring myself to behave the way I was supposed to.

He shows me myself, and he shows me that it was them, not me, that was the problem. And because I share so many of the same insecurities with him, when people say things about him it often makes me feel better about myself, because I can often apply the same things to my own makeup.

(Source: stjarnae, via wordsidneverspeak)