Not My Division

"FUCK THE POLICE!"

JUDGING YOU HARD RIGHT NOW YOUNG LADY.

"Molly, what the hell—?"

"I’M ABSOLUTELY FINE."

#I DON'T KNOW FRAND #WOOOOOOO

"I REALLY DON'T THINK YOU ARE--"

NO IF YOU LIKE THAT ONE

#Eevee is the muns FC #I have lots of Eevee Icons

"FUCK THE POLICE!"

JUDGING YOU HARD RIGHT NOW YOUNG LADY.

"Molly, what the hell—?"

"MAYBE EVEN LITERALLY."

". . ."

"MOLLY ARE YOU OKAY?"

#I'M FUCKING CRYING

+mmarymorstann

"Oh no, I would never leave him there. Well, I mean, I did, but I think Sherlock is past using John as a drug tester. He’s drugged him so many times that I think John’s built up an immunity to Sherlock’s drugs," Mary said with a slight laugh. "Besides, I think I’ve become his main target for tests now that I’m not exactly pregnant anymore. I’m the perfect guinea pig for him now."

"I keep telling him he can't keep drugging people without their consent, but the day that he listens to me will be the day England falls. That man- sigh. Well, all the same, I lack a case for him currently but if you're looking to waste time whilst he moves away from the toxins, why don't we go get a cuppa? My treat, of course."

"FUCK THE POLICE!"

JUDGING YOU HARD RIGHT NOW YOUNG LADY.

"Molly, what the hell--?"

Send one to see my muse react:

"The peanut butter is gone."

"Did we use all the whipped cream last night?"

"Please tell me you like your coffee hot."

"Is that a doughnut?"

"FUCK THE POLICE!"

"You're screwed."

"Wait, are you.... are you trying to hit on me?"

"You are a horrible human being."

"Looks like you're not coming home tonight."

"Your shirt is on backwards."

"I really like your-- is that a coffee machine?"

Molly is 100% done with Mary's lack of knowledge.

Molly still stands by her claim of “I could poison Mary and she’d never know.”

And Mary is just like do you know how many people i have poisoned do your own goddamn research

GREG WOULD LIKE TO REMIND YOU BOTH THAT MURDER IS ILLEGAL AND IMPOLITE

+mmarymorstann

"Yeah, see I had the same thought. Decided to get outta there before he decided to drug my tea again. He’s done that before and I woke up wondering, ‘where am I?’ It was terrible, Greg. Never get drugged by Sherlock or any of his little hobo friends. I was sick for days."

#Pfft #yeaaah #*makes reference to RDJ movies*

"Don't ever get a dog, alright? I'm very certain he'd poison it constantly. Keep your child far far away from him-- But uh, you didn't leave John there with him and two very dangerous poisons did you?" Oh he won't even bother. He's been drugged numerous times by Sherlock. Never pleasant.

Molly is 100% done with Mary's lack of knowledge.

Arsenic: A classic poison, arsenic is an element. Most often found as a white powder, called arsenic trioxide, it’s generally swallowed. Arsenic causes severe gastric distress, burning esophageal pain, vomiting, and diarrhea with blood. If the victim is given a high enough dose so that death occurs quickly, the autopsy will find only an inflamed stomach and possibly a trace of arsenic in the digestive tract. The poisoning can also occur over a period of time as small doses are regularly given to the victim. Since arsenic is an element, it doesn’t break down, but remains in the victim’s hair, fingernails, and urine. Any death occurring after several days will show arsenic in the liver and kidney. Long term poisoning causes burning pains in the hands and feet, a numbing sensation throughout the body, swelling and skin irritations, hair loss, weight loss, cramps, vomiting, nausea, visual impairment, and eventually heart failure. Though scientists have found ways to detect arsenic poisoning, it still remains a popular form of murder.

Cyanide: Some forms of cyanide have industrial uses, while hydrocyanic acid occurs naturally in a variety of seeds and pits, including peach, apricot, apple, wild cherry and plum. Apricot pits are used to make Laetrile, an anticancer drug. Cyanide can be swallowed, inhaled, or absorbed through the skin and interferes with the red cells’ abilities to extract oxygen, causing an ‘internal asphyxia’. The victim literally suffocates to death as he breathes in oxygen he cannot use. The effects occur almost instantly when the cyanide is swallowed, causing immediate unconsciousness, convulsions, and death within fifteen minutes. During an autopsy, a bitter-almond odor can be sometimes detected, but only by a few people. After death, the victim’s blood may be cherry red in color and the skin pinker than usual. Fruit smoothies anyone? Or how about a fictional ‘doctor’ who mixes and bottles her own form of Laetrile?

God, Mary, do your research…

Mary stands by her claim of “If I was going to kill someone I could use either”

#but also this is now on my blog because #reference

Gregs just 'both are traceable and don't kill people and arsenic is found in trace amounts in apples?'

Ordinary Day // scatterbrainedpathologist

It would be Starbucks, wouldn’t it? She’s running late, but only by a few seconds right now, and it’s raining. In other words, Molly Hooper is going to join the masses and stay inside, away from the sudden downpour. As luck would have it, her umbrella is wedged behind the door at home, keeping a bookcase upright. Today is not her day.

And, her luck is just too good, isn’t it? All the tables are full, and she’s already bought a coffee to stay, so she can’t take it out. Oh, for goodness sake.

But, wait…

Isn’t that the man she keeps seeing everywhere? Molly shuffles around the people, trying to see if it is (his head is facing down), preferably without looking like she’s stalking him. Well, there’s a chair spare on his table, and she is desperate.

Molly sits down slowly, sinking into the seat. Coincidence? Well, that was one word for it. Inexplicably bizarre would have been her next guess.

"Molly. Molly Hooper."

He gives a smile, sets down his coffee and attempts conversation without sounding like a real creep. "This is insane. I keep running into you everywhere!" He laughs, realizes how awkward that sounded, and raises his cup back to his lips as he clears his throat. Real smooth Greg. "Uh...do you come here a lot? I don't usually come inside. Almost always too busy- This place seems mad in the mornings." Lestrade leans back in his seat, committing her name to memory.

+mmarymorstann

"Love, it’s fine, really it is. I needed to get away from him. Being very annoying right now. He was quizzing me on my knowledge of poisons. ‘Mary, do you know the difference between the symptoms of arsenic poisoning and cyanide poisoning?’ So you know, I told him, why does it matter? If I was going to kill someone I could use either! They’re both poisons."

"Both of those are very traceable though, while they're effective, I wouldn't use either of them to kill someone unless you're certain no connection can be made between yourself and the poison. Don't ever poison someone you have any relation to. Makes for easy suspicion-- ah, but really? That seems to imply he's doing experiments with them. Greeeeat."

#pfft

+mmarymorstann

"Oh, you know how he gets. Called John and I all afternoon yesterday. Finally he stopped, and then he woke us up at 3 a.m. yelling into the phone, ‘John I need a case!’ You’d think he was about to die, you know.”

#scatterbrainedpathologist #starter #verse; sometimes in ordinary life...

"That man could drive a saint to drink I swear. I'm so sorry. I keep telling him he needs to get a different hobby...I just don't have anything for him yet! I suppose I could send him some cold cases to look at or something--"

Ordinary Day // scatterbrainedpathologist

Oh this is just bizarre. He usually doesn't even come inside the coffee shop, Lestrade is too busy. He just goes through the drive through and gets on with his life, but not today. Today he's running early and doesn't have to be at work for another hour. "Bloody alarm..." He mumbles beneath his breath and takes in the packed shop-- it's insanely busy, and he isn't even sure why! This place is NEVER this crowded. Certainly not so crowded he'd expected to share a table with a sort of perfect stranger. Not that it was sharing the table which bothered him. But this was what, the fourth time this week that he'd run into the woman? The sixth maybe? "Uh...I'm sorry, I swear this is just weird coincidence..." In other words, I swear I'm not stalking you. He's a detective. He doesn't believe in things like fate-- but maybe he's about too. "I uh, I'm Greg. Greg Lestrade."

+mmarymorstann

"Ah- Morning, Mary. Something I can do for you? Sherlock didn't send you did he-? I told him I'd tell him when I had another case."

#mmarymorstann #greeter

theycallmetheadorableone-deacti

“Decimate. To kill or remove a large portion of, historically used for one in every ten. I need a synonym.”