#《 ° meta 》 my past has tasted bitter for years now

[shdwtouch]

WHERE YOUR SOUL RESTS.

SHADE - right over there, behind the moon

if your body wasn't made of flesh and bones, your soul wouldn't live on this planet; i think it doesn't suit it. you deserve more, better, you deserve the moon and all the stars and the entire galaxies. funny how people can spot colorful planets playing hide and seek in the depths of your eyes, such beautiful mirrors, and i don't really blame them if they get lost in them. to someone, i feel like you're hard to reach. you have dreams, ambitions, you're like the humid august wind that dances in a lover's hair. do you ever spend nights with your nose up, facing the sky? maybe stargazing? i think it would be comforting knowing your soul would be there, always present, holding hands with falling stars and singing lullabies to the clouds. you're such a dream. if your soul had a color, it would be a glittery purple with blue highlights, and it would smell like peonies.

KAEY - deep, deep underwater

if your body wasn't made of flesh and bones, your soul would dive deep down below, under the sea, where the waters are cold and the sunlight is a mirage. i think it's a peaceful place, for a troubled soul like yours; i feel like you're an introvert who works best alone, with your thoughts and your habits, but i also know how much you crave soft touches and reassuring words. to someone you're a comforting presence, a hidden treasure buried in the sand. i like how inside you're just as soft as velvet; your heart is pure, and i wanna remind you that your past mistakes don't define who you are today. you're not what hurts you. if your soul had a color it would indeed be teal, a shiny kind, and it would smell like the salty sea breeze. i know someone is dying for one of your salty, bittersweet kisses.

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tagging: @thrucrax @mayfallapart @streetslost @elliscousland @tamedstray + you !!

[hegrowth]

kaey is 110% out here taking care of stray animals whenever he can. even when he's still working for aleksey, he will 12/10 go out of his way to care for them. he feels connected to them, in a way. they're survivors, scrappers, like he is and they don't care what he's done, just that he cares.

when he's living his own life kaey still does this, even taking them into his home to rehabilitate them and find them a new owner. it's a passion project more than anything, it makes him feel good. if he can help he's going to. if he can show these lonely animals that there is good in the world and give them peace and love, it's worth it.

[hegrowth-arc]

also, just some mini-spicy meta about kaey and biting but uh 👀 kaey is typically very hesitant about nibbles and biting during the sexy times because he doesnt want to hurt his partner. but he can be encouraged and prompted to do it. being able to is not a dealbreaker in any way for him as a note, but a partner might find hes a bit more... involved ? when hes not anxious about it. it allows him to be comfortable, and then hes not as shy about intimacy or his instincts. so love licks, nips and nibbling, purring, etc.

[hegrowings]

kaey knows next to nothing about pop culture. video games, tv shows, movies, music. it's all greek to him. he recognizes passing references to certain things, but mostly yeah. no idea. the only thing he's every really gotten "into" are podcasts and audiobooks. they give him something to listen to, keep him distracted... he just can't listen for extended periods because of his hearing and migraines.

[toobadforthefacts]

yr tags: the moral police and especially the plot police on tumblr had me exhausted > yaaaaaaas like please just enjoy the show and if you don’t like it then drop it silently. no need to spam the dwy tags on why youre dropping it bc its annoying to read when all i wanna do is look at pretty scenes and read meta posts on the characters.

besides them being flawed are so realistic and nothing is ever linear so its interesting not being able to guess whats gonna happen next

Honestly Anon, even if we look past how wrong most of the assessments were in the light of what we know of the plot today, some people wake up and just don't choose kindness.

Like a while ago a show with my previous fave was airing and I just hated the thing to the point of dropping both show and fave simultaneously. Believe me when I say I was bitter. I was so bitter because I had lost my fave I can state I hate that show. I had invested a solid year and a half in him, and when I say invested, I say INVESTED. I went to my favorite show of him tag and cried, to his costar tag and cried. I moped and complained to my group chat and they 😒😒😒 at me a lot. But do you know what I didn't do? I didn't go to the show in question's tag and try and suck the life out of everything and ruin the fun for everyone else. I just unfollowed his tag and carried on with my life ignoring what didn't bring me joy. Couple of months later I am happy with my new (recycled) faves, having the time of my life watching this gem completely catered to me that is Destined With You.

Emotional vampires are a thing in social media, too much ego and too little empathy. Postmodern Mr. Darcys who don't care about how their 'truths' are going to impact the rest of the people or worse, narcs who hope they'll have the worst possible effect. It isn't that deep but a matter of taste so let's just be aware and ignore people and block and curate our experience and find our tribe because it's what we deserve.

Funny but in the end I always end up watching my favorite shows til date with a handful of the same people over and over (starting with @louche-laid-back-glory & @1dreality who can't get rid of me in real life) even if we are not mutuals or anything but I recognize the @ and those are my people. 'Oh you are here too?' I think. 'No wonder.' And I'm happy I don't leave social because a couple of (very loud) dissenting voices.

Now Wednesday can't come soon enough because even if DWY is a bit all over the place it has a hold on me and I can't stop thinking about it!

[omends]

𝒀𝑶𝑼𝑹 𝑪𝑯𝑨𝑹𝑨𝑪𝑻𝑬𝑹 𝑨𝑹𝑪

kaey - corruption arc ; so. you got worse. and i'm not entirely sure i can blame you for it. maybe it was in you all along, hidden and waiting, or maybe someone planted it in you and watched it grow. either way, it's there now and you hold it in your fist like a second heart - this blood, this hunger, this thrill of having teeth and using them. perhaps you are right to. you are a mirror for the hardness of the world, and a mirror that we could all stand to look in more often. it's hard to watch the bleeding bring about more blood, but it is undeniable that you are very good at wounding.

wystan - tragic hero arc ; we all know how this story goes. when it began, you were almost the perfect hero, but almost is never enough. you lacked introspection, or you were too stubborn or vengeful or reckless - as reckless as the world that helped to ruin you. you were not perfect, and that's okay. we knew the story ended in blood and we watched it anyway. we knew you would die in the end and we still couldn't help but love you, just a little bit. at the very least, you are more human than a hero could ever be.

indi - disillusionment arc ; it's hard to imagine yourself when you were young. maybe you were meant to be a hero; maybe you could have been, in another world, but this world only made you sad. there seemed to be too many problems to fix and too much cruelty and too many hard lines that you did not know how to soften. the world turns and it is bloody and hard and you sit on your bed, thinking about the blood and the hardness and all you failed to do. i know it feels like you could sleep until the end of time, but i hope you don't. i hope you lift yourself out of bed one day, not to save the world, but to peel an orange and to walk in a forest; to find all the softness you could not create.

chey - redemption arc ; your story had a pretty rough start and you did some things you're not proud of, but you made the choice to change. i won't go through how important it is to accept responsibility and keep striving to improve or whatever because you know that already. what i think you should know is that your fuel does not need to be shame. you don’t need to stand over the bathroom sink with your blood in your hands until you can no longer make out your reflection. you will look at your face and you will see the person you used to be, but that person no longer exists. today, you are looking, and that makes all the difference.

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[achlysembodied]

Papa Don’t Preach || Headcannon

i’ll make this look pretty later and add it to Tory’s Carrd later but across all verses i’m going with the headcannon that Tory’s dad is Dutch. 

He’s been in prison since she was 8, which was the year her mom got pregnant with Brandon. Tory hasn’t seen or spoken to him since her mom got sick right around when she was 11 or 12, and even then it was really rare. Tory during the cannon of the show had no idea that her father was Cobra Kai. She was a little too young and to much happened to remember that she had a fourth Uncle besides Bobby and Tommy and Jimmy, or Uncle Johnny’s son Robby who stuck gum in her hair and made her get a hideous bob. 

[omendsa]

so we all know that kaey has incredibly sensitive eyesight and hearing. well, confirmed: kaey wears light sensitivity glasses, and sometimes sound suppressing aids, in his day-to-day life. these enable him to function with less discomfort, protect his eyesight and hearing, and prevent sensory overload. they also minimize his migraines. essentially, they reduce his sensitivity to a comfortable level that is more fitting for domestic civilian life.

when working he has similar aids: protective eyewear and sound filtering earpieces. these are more befitting of his kind of work, and don't inhibit his senses so much as they "tune" them to be more efficient and less prone to distraction or negative influence. they focus on the parts of his senses that are vital to what he does, while also ensuring his comfort. it's also worth noting that the medications he takes for his work actually enhance his senses even further, making these aids a little more intense than his day-to-day ones.

oh and kaey is a dumb and sometimes forgets to use his aids in the same way someone who needs reading glasses misplaces or forgets them. but he also doesn't always need them, like when indoors; it's the difference between the experience of a packed baseball stadium or public park versus a museum or library. the brighter and louder it is, the more likely he will need / use his aids.

also yes kaey experiences frequent episodes of sensory overload and chronic migraines (as well as chronic pain, and anxiety, and ptsd, but those are completely different topics to cover) and has pushed through them like a champ for 30+ years of his life so please be nice to him

[betterxbatman]

Jason possesses a genius level intellect which was then nurtured by Bruce's extensive tutoring and sending him to expensive day schools. He has a broad knowledge of most basic subjects and a much more extensive understanding of subjects which include Science, Mathematics, Forensic Medicine, Geography, History, and Leadership. His favorite subjects are literature and poetry, and his apartment and room at the Manor have extensive cache of books he’s collected. He's proven to be a highly efficient criminal straightest from his early days as the Red Hood. He's fluent in several languages and conversational in many others, his more favored ones being Arabic, French, German, and Italian. His Russian is noticeably weak.

His preferred foreign language however is Arabic from his time with Talia and the League, but also the travels he took to learn different ways of fighting. Most of his nicknames for his close loved ones are Arabic and he can be caught sometimes swearing or talking to himself in the language.

[dawnwalks]

surprisingly, though, riku doesn’t actually hate himself.  he’s somewhat learned to separate the bad things he’s done from the person he is now, but that doesn’t mean he stops carrying the weight of those actions, nor has he let go of the guilt that comes with it.  it boils down to the fact that he doesn’t have the energy or the time to spend beating himself up over it anymore, so by nature the self-loathing fell away.

he’s not super confident in himself either, and it shows sometimes.  his self-esteem wavers occasionally, behind the walls he’s built up, and he won’t really let people know about that.

what it adds up to is that riku ends up with a very neutral self image or idea of himself.  he holds himself accountable when he fucks up, but he’s not picking himself apart over things he’s done anymore, that takes time and energy he can’t afford to waste on something like that anymore.

[austarus]

Timeless!Harrison Wells x Reader - White King, Black Queen

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MASTERLIST

Word Count: 2267

You narrowed your eyes as the city continued to bustle, noise from people and cars emitted in the air. Clouds hung sparsely over Central City as the waning moon took the place of the sun high in the sky. The wind blew a light breeze through your hair. You kicked a leg back and forth gently as you sat on the edge of the STAR Labs tower wings. Your other leg was bent close to your body, an arm resting over your knee. The height didn’t scare you so much as it used to. In fact, you didn’t mind being so close to the edge anymore. If you fell, then you fell. Truth be told, your powers would save you whether you willed it to or not. Some would say it’s a curse, others not so much. Your umbrakinesis acted like a defense mechanism at those times. A sigh left your lips as you straightened up your back, cracking it. Relief echoed through your body, but your heart felt heavy. Time is ticking... You knew what was happening downstairs, Gideon had alerted you when someone entered the Time Vault. It wouldn’t be completely wrong to say that you didn’t want to face him – couldn’t get attached since he’d been here. Not again. Staying up here was your way of avoiding that problem until… Until what, though?

The hair at the back of your neck stood up, a chill ran down your spine as your shadows alerted you of a presence a distance behind you. Turning your head slightly, you sent an icy look to the one person you dreaded to see. The face of the man you had seen pass one too many times. Their looks from their final moments imprinted in your mind for this one to come back. He was the last thing you had of them.

Harrison Wells.

A small smile was on his face, his hair tousled with his clear-framed glasses perched on his nose. He knew you’d be up here. The others told him you’d been up here since his reincarnation into the world. Since he’d made contact with Team Flash to help them and explain his predicament of currently living. But really, Harrison would have known if no one had told him. He had sensed it. Seen it – the images flickered past in his brain. The other versions of himself with you up here – the foreign familiarness that he personally did not experience.

But nothing more than a dreadful reminder of what’s past.

“I’ve come to say good-bye,” the genius started in a soft voice, wanting to approach you carefully. Your glare bothered him, yet he knows it shouldn’t, for once Harrison leaves, he will be united with Tess, the love of his life. Over and over and over again.

You snorted, turning your gaze to the stars that twinkled away from the clouds. You could see the constellations of Cassiopeia, winking brightly light-years away. “Such a shame, you could have helped them with Godspeed.” A bitter laugh left your lips as you recalled Nash showing you how to recognize the constellations and where to navigate from there. Sherloque would drink his tea up here with you and converse about his cases. HR would read to you his latest ideas and novels while you gave your input. You would drag Harry out of his lab to get some fresh air. And Eobard… he was the one who showed you this view, before Barry had woken up, before the Particle Accelerator had gone online.

“Team Flash is more than capable of handling threats on their own.”

“I take it you think that having a Wells must be a handicap, hm?”

“I never said that.”

“Hmph.”

“I couldn’t leave without telling you good-bye.” You pressed your lips thinly and Harrison continued, pocketing his hands in his dark coat. “It didn’t feel right to go without saying that.”  The night was getting colder, yet you remained out here in a thin jacket. Dare he say, he worried a bit?  You turned to fully look at him from your seated position. “I… won’t deny the sentiment I feel towards you. The memories of the past Wells. Their thoughts – well, previous thoughts – and feelings are still here.” Harrison had gestured to his head then placed a hand on his heart. Bile rose at the back of your throat as the smiling images of the boys hit your mind. You bit your lip hard as he spoke, “Each one of them felt strongly for you, but I’m not them. They’d want you to move on. To live-”

“No!” Your patience snapped, standing up rapidly with expert footing. Shadows went rampant in the night, wind howling in his ears. “You don’t get to say that!” Darkness immediately consumed the atmosphere and air around you both. Unbridled anger licked up in your heart and soul as you took heavy steps towards him. Harrison couldn’t see, but he could feel the moving darkness as he stood his ground. “You have no right to act all high and mighty towards me.” A hiss left his lips as a dark particle lashed at his arm, burning through his coat and marring his skin just as he heard your anger burn in your next words. “You don’t understand the strings that fate has chained me with! Nor will you ever understand my burden.”

***Flashback***

“What is it that you want?” You glared at the entity. The Monitor had appeared in your kitchen as you were pouring yourself some alcohol to enjoy your quiet night. You had taken some time away from all the heroes and villains running around.

“I came because I require your assistance for the Crisis.”

“Pass, I’m not in the mood to play the hero.”

“The point is not to be a hero or the villain, but to honor fate’s will.”

“Well fate can go hump a stump for all I care,” you sipped on your choice of alcohol, you turned away from the eternal entity only to find him in front of you right as you had exited your kitchen. A deep frown crossed your features. This is such a drag.

“Fate has bound your life to Harrison Wells the moment you first met him years ago.”

“False, that was Eobard masquerading as Wells. So, technically no.”

“That technicality may be so, but fate saw the speedster as your gateway to the rest of them. Without Thawne you would not have been so tied to Harrison Wells’ existence.” Rolling your eyes, you took another sip, already knowing you’d need a couple of glasses to forget about this interaction. “Your life is bound to his. To them.” The Monitor had you right where he wanted you, pushing images into your mind to allow you to see reason. “You were a lover.” You flinched as the image of Eobard appeared in your mind. “A partner.” Harry. “A friend.” HR. “And a confidante.” Sherloque. “Now this one needs you as well, he is in danger of himself with the Anti-monitor. My opposite entity.” You knew he was referring to Nash, the multiverse explorer with the haughty attitude and snarky comments.

“…”

“You are the anomaly that exists in the multiverse, there is no other in your position.” The entity saw the hesitation flicker in your being. “The time has come for you to be his protector.”

***Time Skip***

Nash panted, on the ground of this desolate land on his hands and knees. His mouth felt dry, tasting iron in his mouth from the blood on his split lip. How much longer can he endure this? The Anti-monitor continued to laugh at him, to mock him, for his weakness. Pariah gripped hard at the dirty snow, blood and mud defiled the pure whiteness. He couldn’t get back up. His body ached. No matter how hard Nash tried to push back, the Anti-monitor was too strong for him even with these temporary powers.

“Humans are such fickle beings,” the anti-entity spoke in a grand manner, “Soon the multiverse will be mine and there shall be no flaws. No humans to corrupt my domain.” The eternal being gathered his divine power into the palm of his hand and fired anti-matter at his appointed Pariah. The one to bear witness of the end of the multiverse. His curse.

Nash shut his eyes; this was the end. This was his end. A breath left him, what he expected to be his final breath. But the final blow never came. Ringing greeted Nash’s ears as he opened his eyes. Standing in front of him, shielding his body was you and your dark powers. For whatever reason it withstood the anti-matter as particles clashed against one another. You stood defiantly and gracefully in your fighting positions, conjuring your dark spectacles from every shaded corner.

“Don’t you dare touch him, you fucking monster.” You growled, your hands working magnificently to bind the Anti-monitor down. Once bound your umbra became spears and swords that pierced through the entity. While it could not kill the Anti-monitor, it slowed him down – meaning it would slow down his assault on Nash. You needed to get him to safety, needed him to have enough strength to teleport you two away from this dimension. And that’s exactly what you convinced him to do when you grabbed him, hugging his injured body to yourself as he fought to stay conscious.

***End Flashback***

“You don’t understand what loss truly is! You don’t get how hard it is to move on from this.” Just as you had moved, so had Harrison. A dagger of darkness at his throat, clenching the front of his cloak as he held a dagger of light to your own throat. Harrison  gritted his teeth as he used his powers to light up the area in his green light. “This pain, the misery of losing over and over and over again. To bear the burden of fate’s strings only to watch them all fall.” He flinched at how the veins around your eyes had darkened to a charcoal color. His throat dried as fear hit him. Harry’s memory flashed into his mind – the memory of you in this state, accidentally killing a meta in self-defense. “You’re just a selfish man, running away from what’s in front of him.” Harrison’s light battled against your darkness to keep the physical manifestations of umbra away from harming his body. “I despise people like that.”

“I’m only doing what’s best for me.”

“By what, Harrison? Running to the past? What’s in the past is best left in the past, those who hold on to the past don’t appreciate the present.”

“Such hypocritical words coming from someone who sulks around up here for what once was.”

“You don’t fucking know anything about me. All you have are some second-hand memories, but you don’t truly know me and what I’ve been through. You’re just like Barry.”

“And you’re any different?”

“At least I know the difference between reality and a desperate dream.”

“…” He knew Tess is doomed to die for time to flow, but that didn’t mean he couldn’t cherish every second with her until it was time. Maybe he was a desperate man chasing after a desperate dream, but he would until the bitter end. For Tess.

“A Time Loop is just a miserable notion for you to see Tess when her destiny is already a fixed time point. Just like Barry’s mother. Their deaths are absolute. Even with your Timeless powers you can’t interfere with what’s set in place.”

“That may be so, but I’ve fulfilled my part here – at least I have someone to return home to, even if they are doomed to die. I could be by her side over and over again.”

Harrison’s words pierced your heart, you pushed the tears back. The ache in your heart throbbed at a greater rate. At least… he had the power to return to his someone… The genius saw the haunting dejection in your eyes, the way your shoulders quivered as you tried to keep yourself together. He regretted the words that left his mouth…

“Do as you please,” you whispered, loosening your grip on his jacket to let him go. The darkness dissipated as you walked back to your perch with pocketed hands. “I’m done begging…” You mumbled to yourself so quietly that he didn’t catch your last statement. A tear left your eyes as you stood tall where you once sat.

“Good-bye,” Harrison murmured to the wind drifting in your direction before turning and leaving. A part of him felt torn by the things he had spat at you. What’s done is done. I doubt I’ll be back here any time soon. Clenching and unclenching his hand, Harrison shut his eyes and summoned his powers to pass through time. Tess, I’m coming home.

“Good-bye, Harrison.” Another tear fell, this time you wiped it as the night continued. He was gone. They were gone. You were alone, once again spectacularly alone and cold.

The pieces are all in place. The time has come…

Time still ticked as seconds went bye. A voice whispered at the back of your mind; the presence residing there since his exorcism. The one that kept you company through all this.

“It’s time, my queen.”

Checkmate

[shdwtouch]

RANDOMLY GENERATED HEADCANONS

use this generator to create some randomly generated headcanons for your muse(s)!

shade

Shade sings in the shower.

If someone they knew commited a crime, Shade would cover for them.

Shade is a sleepwalker.

Shade would buy clothes from the soup store.

Shade is tumblr famous.

Shade has an intense fear of people.

Shade is the gay cousin.

Shade nearly drowned in a river as a child.

kaey

Kaey sucks at saying tongue twisters.

If the source media was a musical, Kaey would be the one character that asks why everyone is singing.

Kaey has an incredible long-term memory but an awful short-term memory.

Kaey can't spell resturaunt.

Kaey desperately needs a hug but doesn't know it and refuses to ask for one.

Kaey has fallen asleep at their desk while working in the middle of the night.

Kaey is very good at walking in platform heels.

Kaey can beat you up, but wont.

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[hegrowth]

at the moment, you want...

to realize || it's been hazy for a while, the fog only thickening. sometimes, it feels as though nothing has ever made sense. you're stuck, and often, you can't figure out yourself. you hope to understand yourself, but yourself feels out of reach, behind a locked door. maybe, this locked door has already been opened, and you've yet to process the contents. or maybe, you're still figuring out how to unlock it. perhaps the key is buried deep beneath the dirt of the earth, far in your skin, deep in your brain and your heart. surely, you can feel it if you try. don't whisk away this feeling, the need to realize. let yourself discover, let yourself come to a realization. it's a step forward, think of it as so. are you aware?

tagged by: no one, stole it from my myself <3 tagging: you

[hegrowth-arc]

Kaey, what's your favourite flower?

❝ Oh, that's a hard question to answer. I'm personally more fond of greenery, but I've seen so many beautiful flowers too. While I lived in Greece there were lovely gardens; flowers I don't even know the names of, vibrant and fragrant, and sometimes all I wanted to do was get lost in them. ❞ He sighs wistfully, smiling to himself; his time in Greece had been one of pain and stress, but he remembered the gardens that grew around the compounds where he trained fondly.

❝ Even then... ❞ Kaey muses, tapping his bottom lip with his forefinger thoughtfully. ❝ I remember how my grandmother grew flowers to paint. Her garden was right outside the window of the room my sister and I shared as children, and we loved to watch the sunflowers, when she grew them. We were always fascinated by how they followed the sun, we thought it was magic. ❞ He's grinning now, remembering. It had been such a good time of their life, living in their grandmother's house.

❝ I think I'd have to say sunflowers. ❞

[hegrowings]

WHAT DOES YOUR HEART LOOK LIKE ?

broken, missing pieces that once were there - Your heart has been torn before, chipped and maybe even shattered. Some pieces will never be recovered, and you are shaped by the loss. But it can still be shaped into something tangible, something good, even with its flaws and imperfections. You don’t have to do all the work of rebuilding by yourself. Allow other hands to leave their fingerprints on the new heart you create from the remnants.

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[inevitably-johnlocked]

hey steph!! i was wondering, what do u think abt the rumours of a s5 of sherlock?? 👀👀👀 i have no idea if it’s true of not, tbh, ive kind of lost hope that there ever WILL be a s5 😂😅

Anonymous asked: Hey Steph :) I was genuinely wondering; Do you think there will be another season? Personally, I don't. Wby?

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Anonymous asked: Hi Steph! Well you’ve probably talked about this before, but if you don’t mind answering, do you really believe there’s still a chance for season 5?

I feel like a shitty fan for losing my expectations, but to me the S4 finale (with those scenes of how their life continued and Mary's speech) felt more like a series finale rather than just a season finale.

I know that hope dies last, and of course if tomorrow they announced an S5 my family would have to call an ambulance to stabilize me, but it’s hard to keep the faith when it’s been 5 years without a hint of anything.

Hey Lovelies! *HUGS*

Ooof this seems like something I've been putting aside for too long, hahaha.

I've talked about this in the past several times on these posts:

S5 Posts (Masterlist Apr 2020)

What are your current thoughts about S5

Do you think S5 will happen? (Oct 2020)

Do you still have hopes for an S5 (Nov 2020)

Do You Think S5 Will Happen? (March 2021)

Addressing the S5 Rumours

Did They Confirm a Season 5?

Proof of Mofftiss Baiting Us

What would You like to see in S5?

There's a tonne more, but I think those are the relevant ones to the conversation.

First off, it's okay to both HOPE and LOSE HOPE. It's normal, as long as you – ugh I hate this phrase but it's most descriptive –"manage those expectations"; be HAPPY if it is announced, but don't be a douche if it never is, because like one of y'all said, S4 really had a finale feel to it, and it really felt like they were trying to pitch another show about Mary or James Bond or something. I have a lot more negative, more gossipy thoughts, but I'll omit them from this answer.

Essentially, while I DO hope we'll get one some day, if only to correct whatever the heck S4 was, I DON'T want to give anyone false hopes that it WILL happen. I've worked in media nearly half my life, and EVERYTHING going on is all clickbait and shitposting because we live in an age where likes and clicks are more important than factual news, and until we hear an official announcement from a Studio or Network, we need to just take those nuggets as grain of salt. ALL past seasons WERE announced by the BBC AND Pinewood, THEN by Moffat hours later, THEN by any networks picking it up for international distribution. As I've said in the past, Moffat KNOWS Sherlock The Brand™ gets him clicks and whatever money he wants, so he will tease it until he's bored of it.

A narcissist wins a few Emmys and suddenly he thinks he's god's gift to television.

BUT given the general disinterest in a Season 5 from everyone involved (Ben and Martin nearly cringe every time S4 is brought up), actor schedules being booked right through to 2025 at the EARLIEST, the websites tied to the show have elapsed and expired years ago, I think we won't get anything more than a one-off special again as a 20 year anniversary or something, after the bitter taste of S4 has become a distant memory in the public's eye.

And, personally, I think it's better they leave it be. Yes, I love the show, and would love to see it continue. It was really something special, and one that brought together people in ways I've NEVER seen in any fandom I've been in before. But I think the problem with Sherlock WAS Mofftiss; they got too full of themselves, thought they could do no wrong, and did their experimental "The Mary Show" and James Bond spinoffs with a MAIN SERIES SHOW, destroying everything they had all because they were petty that people guessed their plot lines, so they literally tanked their own show just so they could have a "Shyamalan twist".

Okay, that last bit is pure speculation, but I can't help but feel like that's what it was when they shat on fans, especially Johnlockers, every chance they got.

SO TL;DR, no, I don't think we're getting another season, at least not within the next 2 years. 2026 is the Earliest I guess unless they officially denounce an S5, but 2030 for the 20 year anniversary. That's it.

I'm sorry, all, if that's not what you wanted to hear. I don't think it would be responsible of me to hype it up as happening either, since I certainly don't have any inside information.

Speculate! Theorize! Write stories and meta! HAVE FUN! That's the fandom experience, and staying on that baseline of reality, I've learned, is MUCH better for your mental health. Just don't expect Mofftiss to deliver any time soon. Sherlock tells us always to look at the facts, and the facts show that it ain't happening anytime soon.

BUT I could be wrong, and I'll happily go back to theorizing and speculating more often again. For now, Fandom is where I think is the "level" place to be. You're welcome to this blog if you think a new series will happen tomorrow, just don't shit on people who don't think it is. Post S4 was a goddamned nightmare, let's not repeat that. Fandom should be fun, not draining. <3