Late, but I didn't have much contribution from you all. Am I really the only one whose obsession blends into real life? Only exceptions: the last one is courtesy of OfTardisesAngelsandScarves, the third comes from Cobalt_Flame on AO3.
Any talk of hedgehogs makes you smile (and it's really beyond you why one would want to drive them away for the sake of measly vegetables).
You read CAPS LOCK on the key and suddenly realize that you're a Freudian slip and an open mind away from renaming it the Deerstalker key (Caps lock - Lock's cap).
You will never ever ever ever be able to order the Naked Benedict eggs at brunch with a straight face again.
When you see an automatic cigarettes vendor, you are compelled to count how many are on offer, even knowing that not everyone will have different tobacco (80, btw).
You see on tumblr a tiger chasing a laser pointer and wonder exactly on which side of the camera Sebastian Moran is supposed to be.
You can't use the word owe, especially "I owe you [insert thing]" without getting the urge immediately after to reword it or apologize for your sentence.
You reread all astronomical theories and/or facts as metaphors about Sherlock characters.
You overhear (Big Bang theory, episode Isolation permutation), "My friends locked me in the sauna with a horny otter" and your reaction is, "Are you complaining about it?" Then you have to force yourself to recognize that she meant actual, four legged otter, and that it wasn't heavenly at all as your nucleus accumbens insists.
Anything ending in -lock feels like an AU. Even Duralock written on a pack of batteries. Wonder which kind that would be.
You hear that London cabs are the best in the world (apparently someone makes a classification for these things too) and wonder if they accounted for really everything...risks to the passengers' life too, just to name something at random.
You miss your grandma's funeral and since you haven't actually seen her dead you keep dreaming that she's faked her death.
You find on a website the "Are you a sociopath?" test and wonder if Sherlock self-diagnosed that way.
You read in a parody issue of a webcomic (City of the Dead Sorcerer, fyi) how to brew a Luck Potion. Since it requires (together with coffee, yoghurt and a few other ingredients) "Slime's Eyeball" floating on top of the potion, which then needs to be microwaved, you LOL and then wonder if Sherlock's experiments might be less scientific than he claims.
When the radio announces Misread (by Kings of Convenience) you hear Mystrade and have a short 'uh?' moment.
Strolling by the quay you see a boat named "the detective" and out of all the detectives in the universe your mind goes automatically to one consulting detective.
When your father (who is not a fan of Sherlock - one of many flaws) spontaneously calls his own memory a database at your asking 'and now where did this come from?' you fight the urge to tell him that he has no brain cells enough to claim the metaphor. He could be Anderson at best (yes, he has his moments of surprising brightness too.)
Someone proposes an 'experiment' and you're all 'God yes!'.
You're distracted, not watching the telly as the rest of your family, but even knowing they're on a documentary-themed channel overhearing 'Adler' makes you perk up and inquire what's happening on tv.
Even distracted, overhearing 'wounded in Afghanistan' (the telly again) makes you ask, "who?" with the faint expectations of good things to come.
You start making Sherlock versions of songs without even realizing it. Like, "I wanna stand under Mycroft's umbrella-ella-ella-ella..."
Bonus: Last chapter I said that Michael Moriarty was an actor for a crime show and surprised me. Well, that crime show (Law and Order) has an (African-American) actor too whose name is Richard Brooks. Seeing in the opening sequence the two names coming up one after another was spooky. (I know. Brooks is not Brook. Details. Still...)
