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I ran out of time - serves me right for being disorganised! But here is a quick CinderMolly fanart! Happy Sherlolly Week, everyone!
Molly’s Mom?
This actress looks like she could pass for Molly Hooper’s mother. I’ve never really bothered to try to imagine what her mom might look like, but Sara Vickers does have a resemblance to Loo B
In these photos, Sara is playing Joan Thursday in the series Endeavour, a crime drama set 60s and 70s Oxford, England. She falls for the titular character, DC Endeavour Morse but he fails to tell her how he really feels. Why does that sound familiar? I feel like there should be a love story about Molly’s mother and unrequited love
If there ever is another episode of Sherlock, I think it would be fun to have it centered on Molly and Sherlock.
I know I’ve said it before, but unfortunately all the other female characters apart from Molly are gone.
Vinette Robinson, who played Donovan (still think she’s an underrated character!) went on to do other things. Irene is no longer in the picture. Mary died. Poor Una Stubbs died. And Eurus is on Sherringford Island.
And given that the other series had explored John and Sherlock’s relationship in depth, perhaps it’s time to explore a new friend (romanic) ships, instead with the shows last standing female character.
A three part series showing the rise of Sherlolly would be fun.
Episode one, they decide to get together, bumble through the first date
Episode two, they have their mid series argument
Episode three, they overcome the danger to get back together.
And of course Molly is amazing. I personally don’t see her as the “sunshine” female character to his “grumpy” as such, because can a pathologist be sunshine?
But they’re amazing together and I want to see more of it please
‘The Night Manager’ Season 2 in Works At Amazon & BBC With Tom Hiddleston Returning
EXCLUSIVE: A second season of smash John le Carré adaptation The Night Manager is in the works at Amazon Prime Video and the BBC, with Tom Hiddleston set to reprise his role as protagonist Jonathan Pine.
Under the codename Steelworks, Deadline understands Season 2 will film later this year in London and South America. Although it is yet to be formally greenlit by Amazon and the BBC, we hear that it is set to receive a two-season order.
David Farr, who wrote the original, is back to write Season 2.
Rumors of a second season have abound almost since the first ended in late 2016, and the second run of The Ink Factory’s adaptation is understood to be set in the present day. Following British arms dealer Richard Roper (Hugh Laurie) being taken away by the Syrians at the end of Season 1, Hiddleston’s Pine is informed he is dead two years later, and he has to face up to a new, even more deadly challenge.
Penned by Farr and directed by Susanne Bier, the first season also counted Olivia Colman, Tom Hollander, Elizabeth Debicki and David Harewood amongst an impressive cast roster. Winning two Emmys and three Golden Globes, it followed Pine, the night manager of a luxury Cairo hotel and former British soldier who is recruited by the manager of a Foreign Office taskforce to infiltrate Roper’s inner circle.
The first season was one of the top-rated UK dramas of that year, aired on AMC in the U.S. and spawned a number of subsequent le Carré adaptations from The Ink Factory — which is run by le Carré’s sons Simon and Stephen Cornwell — including Little Drummer Girl starring Florence Pugh.
https://deadline.com/2023/02/the-night-manager-season-two-amazon-bbc-tom-hiddleston-1235269817
*The* Sherlolly moment
You’ve always counted and I’ve always trusted you.
The one person who mattered most.
I love you.
"You've always counted..." for me, I feel it says "I love you" but in a more personal, specific way.
Ok the bots have sunk to a new low. I just had to report and block one whose icon pic was a woman breastfeeding her baby. That absolutely makes me angrier than the others.
This is getting out of hand
Okay so Stede is often shown to be naive but I get such Loki vibes from him in epi 5 when he literally pulls a flyting or a lokasenna, causing the party guests to tear each other apart and the ship burning down around them.
I mean, look at the self satisfied smirk on this guy
the room is literally on fire and Stede is like, “yep, this is going just as I knew it would”
I think this might be the actual emergence of the Gentleman Pirate in action, destroying not with a sword or a pistol, but with words and passive aggression.
And look at the way Ed is looking at him.
The richness and vibrancy of your line work and color choices really appeals to me! Thank you for taking the time to share your work!! (In reference to your sherlolly doodle!)
Thank you, that's really kind!
Get excited Sherlollians - a new appreciation week is on its way! This will be our ninth year in a row of celebrating our favorite science nerds. I am so glad you are all still here to keep celebrating with me!
This year we are embracing AUs for our little morbid pair. Each day has a Basic AU prompt and a Fairytale / Princess AU prompt (motivated by @lunaflowerlight’s idea of books/myths). Please feel free to use the prompts however you are inspired – it does not have to be an exact reflection of the original prompting universe. I want to see all of the GIF sets, photo edits/manips, fan art, and fan fiction pieces you can create!
Keep an eye out for the tag: ‘sherlollyweek2023’. I will post any updates or news about the appreciation week under that tag! That will also be the tag that you use when you post your response to the daily prompts. Can’t wait to see what you lovelies come up with!
(There is also a collection on AO3!)
I’m excited for this! Thanks for arranging a new appreciation week!
A little gouache, watercolour doodle. Lol, art will never be my strenght, but I love it so I won’t stop
The bathtub would make a good crying nook, I’d decided. Narrow, contained, and just comfortable enough to wallow in self pity in for hours on end, but still hard and cold enough so as to not be too kind to myself.
I curled up ready for a good sob, but there’s a knock at the door.
‘Miss Hooper, Molly, I know you’re in there. I can smell your perfume.’
Oh, this is awkward. Confession time: I’m not hiding in my own bathtub and I’m not in my bathroom....or even my flat....Ok, maybe it isn’t such a good place to have breakdown after all...But in my defense my near perfect boyfriend, Harold - the name being the only imperfection - had just dumped me on a packed tube carriage and there was no way I was going to stick around to cry in front of all those embarrassed commuters, so I leapt off at the first station not even caring which one it was.
I was in a daze and I don’t remember Mrs Hudson letting me in. She must have thought me a client. I just knew the address: 221B Baker Street, that’s where people go when they need help but no one but him can help.
The door opens and I briefly think about snatching at a towel to hide under, but that would be one step too far towards madness. I’m not sure that I care too much in any case.
Sherlock Holmes - or The Jerk as I sometimes think of him - is a recent acquaintance. He sneaks into my corner of the hospital and beats the corpses with a riding crop. He can be rude, but I think he’s okay. He certiantly likes to think of himself as being the smartest person in the room, because he is usually.
Right now, he just looks baffled.
‘Why are you crying in my bathtub?’ he eventually asks. ‘Obviously, I can see your boyfriend has just ended things with you, quite brutally, but why are you here?’
I glance around the room searching for inspiration.
‘It just seemed like a good place to hide from the world. Don’t you ever feel like hiding?’
For a moment the cold mask of arrogance slips and a softer expression shows on his face. He comes sits by the tub.
‘Sometimes,’ he admits. ‘You’ll be okay, Molly, you’ll find someone.’
Fat tears begin to fall once more.
‘I don’t understand people,’ I choke, squeezing my eyes shut. ‘I mean, when they’re corpses they’re easy to understand, but when alive....they don’t make sense....that’s why my relationships don’t last...I’m a freak, Sherlock. I’ll always be alone.’
I jump when I feel his hand close around mine. I open my eyes, he’s looking so tenderly at me.
‘You won’t be alone because I’ll be your boyfriend,’ he says.
‘What? But we don’t know each other.’
He brushes the wet strands of hair out of my eyes. The light touch of his fingertips against my skin sends a chill down my spine. I’ve never felt anything like it before.
‘Isn’t love not being able to stop thinking about one another?’ he whispers, sounding unsure of himself. ‘To think that someone is the most beautiful, interesting person in the world? To care about them? And to not be afraid of being vulnerable in front of them? I think that’s what love must be, although I’ve never been in love before, but I feel it for you, Molly. I felt it since I first saw you eight weeks and three days ago. Would you like me to be your boyfriend?’
I rest my face again the warm palm of his hand and nod.
‘I think I love you too,’ I hear myself say.
‘Perhaps we can figure love out together? Please stay.’
I can’t help but laugh a little with relief and happiness and sadness and shame and confusion, a huge mixed up swirl of emotions I can’t identify. I just know I feel strongly. I want to laugh and cry and dance around and bite and kiss, kiss, kiss him.
‘I’d like that. I’ll stay,’ I say shakily, clinging to him for comfort. ‘Please hold me.’
He sits on the side of the tub and wraps his arms tightly around me, rocking me, kissing my hair.
This might be love, feeling safety and exhilaration all at the same time.
International Day of Commemoration in Memory of the Victims of the Holocaust
is Ed Ace?
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I realized that I should probably start working on Sherlolly Appreciation Week prompts if we want to have it this year….I have some idea but they seem lame, so if anyone has anything that sounds really cool - let me know.
You can find past years here.
Firstly, I love your prompts!
If I had to ask for prompts, perhaps prompts based on books/myths?
e.g. something inspired by:
the Essex Serpent - grumpy, lusty vicar falls for eccentric rich widow dinosaur nerd.
The Binding - fantasy, forbidden love romance about how people called Binders have the power to take people’s memories and put them into books, including the memories of your true love
The Night Manager - Undercover spy falls in love with the girlfriend of his enemy.
Robin Hood myth -
The Lady of Shalott - a woman is cursed to stay in her tower with only a magic mirror as a window to the outside world, but she risks leaving when she sees a handsome knight in the mirror.
Dead Romantics - female lead can see ghosts and falls for the ghost of her grumpy, but attractive boss, helps him move on. (I have strong suspicions that this was yet another Reylo fic - the guy is described as being very tall with dark hair, and is called Ben Andor....oh, and Ali Hazelwood is quoted on the cover..)
Remember: your anxiety does not tell you facts, it tells you the worst-case scenario, it turns things you can solve into catastrophes. It is not the truth, even if it tells you it is. You don’t have to fight it alone. Reach out for help. You can conquer it.
The Magical Molly
The show went well tonight, really well.
Yes, I may have showed off a little more than I normally do, especially when I transformed the piano into a giant black cat but the audience loved it. Even the pianist, after he had calmed down.
I don’t normally enjoy drawing too much attention to myself, it’s safer just to play at being at an ordinary stage magician, like all the others. But why should talented women have to continue hiding in the shadows just because it unsettles the men folk?
A little bit of harmless infamy might just do the movement some real good. Make the men in charge understand that we can be just as powerful as them, if given the opportunity.
I’ll just have to be careful not to unsettle them too much. I don’t wish to be burnt as a witch.
‘Those tricks are not real tricks, are they?’
I dropped the basket I was holding and whipped round. The accusatory voice echoed around the empty stage. It was a voice that demanded answers, being ever so slightly frustrated and impressed.
A gentleman stood before me. A true tall, dark and handsome type with intelligent eyes and a sharp questioning look.
‘I have attended almost every one of your shows,’ he went on. ‘Closely observed you and your routine and your props with the closest attention -’
I felt my face warm.
‘But not matter how much time I wasted in attempting to solve how you were doing it I could not figure it out. And after tonight’s demonstration with the piano...I finally accepted the simplest solution: you are a woman in possession of true magical ability. And trust me, it is not easy for me to make such an outlandish statement.’
‘Who are you?’
‘Sherlock Holmes, at your service.’
‘I do not require your service, sir. Or your insane accusations. Please leave.’
I hurried towards the wings, but he was following after me.
‘There are others who have noticed you. A dangerous man. Please listen!’
‘Joe! Joe, come here!’
I feel his hand close around my elbow, strong fingers pressing into my flesh.
‘Now that I have your - whoa!’
I didn’t intend to hurt him, of course. Or to risk Joe or the guys seeing. But I couldn’t help myself. It was self defense.
Sherlock Holmes had found himself floating off the boards, leaving his top hat discarded, up, up, towards the ceiling, before he was stuck to the faded comedy and tragedy masks.
He’d looked slightly panicked at first - I felt the same - but he quickly composed himself. Chuckled even. What a madman.
‘Ah, well, perhaps, you prefer to converse with a safe distance between us. I understand, of course. But, please trust me, Miss Hopper, you’re very life may depend upon it. I can hear footsteps approaching - perhaps the erstwhile Joe is fianlly about to make his entrance? Could I relocate to the ground now, or to a cafe to discuss the matter further?’
I lowered him carefully to the ground. He chuckled again, smoothed down his curly hair, and held out his hand.
‘I believe we can help one another,’ he said. ‘The man whom I shall tell you about, is the most dangerous man in the world. I can stop him, but I shall require your assistance, Miss Hooper, if you trust me.’
I pressed my hand into his. He had a strong grip. Someone help me, but I trusted him.
‘I am at your service, Mr Sherlock Holmes.’