#howterrifying

[moriartystigress]

Here's an ask: Why are you so awesome? 🖤Thank you for being one of the coolest multi-shippers I've had the privilege of knowing. Maybe I should just dedicate all future molliarty fics to you :) xx

Oh my god. This is sO SWEET. Thank you! But honestly, you’re just as awesome and I love you and your blog is amazing! and I’m so glad that I know you also!  ♡ ♡

*casually would cry of happiness forever about your molliarty fics. They are the best and I love all your writing so much! Xx. 

[conchepcion]

*shaking and crying because you called for prompts* If you'd oblige me with this song prompt: "A Wall" by Bat For Lashes. xx

The wind rustled in his dark hair, the engine of the car still droning in the background, while he had the map laid out on the hood of the car. He had a GPS in the car, and on his phone, but there was something about having the map in front of him, having the ability to trace the road ahead that made it all seem possible.

Sherlock sighed, tugging his dark coat closer to his body, as he let his finger find the destination. He had known from the second he’d heard the news he would take this trip, however, he never expected to take it alone.

But he had to.

He folded the map and got back into the car. The road ahead of him crystal clear. He knew exactly what he was doing, exactly where he was going, but not what he was going to do when he reached the end of his destination.

“You’re a long way from home, then?” the woman at the counter said, when he’d finally paid her, the cigarette packet in his hand.

The nicotine patches weren’t doing the trick anymore, though he opted for a lighter option than his usual.

He knew he’d regret it, clutching the packet in his hand grimly. He gave her a cryptic glance when he realized she’d spoken, “London.”

“Oh, right – where you headed then?” she said.

“Meeting a friend,” he said, the door of the shop closing behind him.

Well, not a friend.

Not anymore.

He didn’t feel like revealing too much to a stranger, though he could gather from the expression on her face that she was just bored, bored and curious. But it felt too personal, too close to say the why’s and how’s, he hardly knew how to articulate them himself.

He smoked outside of the bed and breakfast. It wasn’t much to boast of, but at least he had easy access to the outside, the opportunity to smoke, though he kept only fiddling with the lighter, more than anything.

He wasn’t nervous, he’d repeated to himself, and he’d almost driven in the pitch black, but he knew he needed to rest.

Sherlock suspected he wouldn’t sleep a wink that night on the threadbare mattress, but an attempt would be made, nonetheless.

He stretched out his legs, pacing, the cigarette lit in his hand, as he tried to figure out, to understand why, just why she’d left, as it would give him more to say than hello.

Sherlock discarded the cigarette, and lit a new one, relishing the bitter taste in his mouth, as it confirmed to him that he wasn’t a smoker anymore.

He didn’t need this, but he needed – her.

It was the end of the road, simply enough. He could see the cottage in the distance with the little fence, and the overgrown bush that struggled against it, thorny with some spare berries milling about. She’d been tending to it, he could see that, but she’d never given the impression of being interested in plants before. He supposed - living out in the middle of nowhere forced one’s hand.

Sherlock stepped out of the car, smacking the door shut, before pocketing his hands against the cold air. It was then he saw her - she looked wonderfully out of place against the brick house wearing a colourful dress that reached below the knee, a pair of dark green rain boots on her legs.

Sherlock didn’t know if she’d seen him yet, she gave no impression of doing so having just stepped outside the house. She was peering into the mail box, wearing a large grey cardigan barely keeping her warm by the look of it.

She seemed to be returning inside again, clinging to her arms against the east wind.

“Molly!” he called out, he hadn’t planned to do so, it was just instinct.

She whipped around, her hair flying all over the place, eyes squinting at him.

He half-expected her to step inside at the sight of him, to bang the door shut, and lock it, but she didn’t. She just stood there waiting, and he walked the gravely road toward her, the air feeling thicker by every step he took forward.

“Sherlock, you’re here-,” she said when he finally reached her, like she wasn’t surprised, but he could hear the tilt in her voice.

“I am…”

“Why?”

He’d tried so hard to think of what to say, what to do that standing there he didn’t know, but the words still came to him. “Because you’re here.”

“And? …That’s supposed to get me to move back? Pretend like nothing’s happened.”

“No, no it’s not.”

Her expression was unreadable, yet, he could see how glossy her brown eyes were, how she seemed to be holding onto herself for dear life against the wind. He feared she would blow away, because he could see that she wasn’t willing to let him in, both literally and figuratively.

It was obvious all along what he was supposed to say, the words on the tip of his tongue. The hardest words for him to say, but this time, he did not have any pressure, from anyone, except – the fear of losing her altogether. He supposed that was why he’d managed to say it before as well, and he’d pretended to himself that it meant nothing, but it had. He’d fooled himself, as much as he had her. And everyone else. He wasn’t an unfeeling machine, he plainly felt too much, and it wasn’t a defect, or a weakness.

Sherlock felt he was losing his footing there he stood, moving closer toward her, breaching the distance between them, and she just blinked in return. She wasn’t recoiling or pulling back, she just stood there, firmly planted.

Her hair was in her face, the wind getting the better of it, and he found himself pushing it aside gently, thankful that she hadn’t pushed him away, the wind seemingly cooling down around them. She looked expectantly at him, her brown eyes earnest, and he knew exactly what he was going to say, and he knew exactly what he was going to do - -  for the rest of his life.

“I love you.”

[moriartystigress]

I read the tags on your reblog of our song and can I just say I'm so immensely touched that you feel this way! Thank you so much for even giving our song a listen. We are such nobodies and yet, you still gave us a shot and listened to our song. Thank you so much. Your kind words have really made my day! xx

Ah, it was such an amazing song and I am totally in love with it. Got it saved in my likes, so I can listen to it again. But seriously, you totally do need to make more. And your voice– it’s amazing! I love everything about that song. I really do hope you continue in making more music. That song was amazing, I can not even express enough at how perfect it was! ♡

[sincerelydayyy]

Omg thank you for reblogging our song! You're a pretty prominent figure in the ship. Not to mention important and well-respected! So I'm kind of shaking and crying right now. Thank you for taking the time to listen to our little song! xx

BRB I'M HAVING TROUBLE DEALING WITH THIS. I didn't know that I was any of this. I don't see it I suppose. I get very little attention but its so amazing getting that kind of response from someone like you. Your work is lovely and wonderful and I love reading it. Thank you so much for your kindness. It was baffling to read but very appreciated. much love,day

[loveandmachines]

10 Characters Meme

Was tagged by the lovely and dearest friend ladynoblesong ♥ and I’m sorry because I often forget to answer to these tag list things:

List 10 favorite characters (one per series/fandom), then tag 10 people.

1. Dr. John Thackery-The Knick

2. Bellatrix Lestrange  - Harry Potter

3. Molly Hooper - Sherlock

4. Bedelia Du Maurier - Hannibal 

5. Donna Noble - Doctor Who

6. Vanessa Ives - Penny Dreadful

7. Ellen Ripley - Alien Saga (does this even count?)

8. Dr. Lillian DePaul - Masters of Sex 

9. Douglas Richardson - Cabin Pressure (but was a  very close tie with Martin)

10. Kitty Pryde - X-Men

And I tag: howterrifying, littlesoak, lil-redwolf, marla-black, checkoutmygum, oi-watch-it-spaceman, asongofshipsandfeels, dreamerbee, lazyleezard, arifurby

[loveandmachines]

Just read the new chapter of howterrifying's fanfiction 'The Admirer', and I can honestly say I was almost brought to tears of joy by it all.

[welovesherlolly]

True love doesn’t mean being inseparable. It means being separated, and nothing changes.

A little something for howterrifying because I love her <3

[nukritus]

It was inspired by lovely fan fiction “Existence” written by howterrifying. :) (I couldn’t use scanner this time, so not very good quality though)