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@xxmollyhooper
// omg im crying. For a long time I couldn't remember my e-mail and password for this blog and now I figured it out. omg omg omg
So you fake your own death and you waltz in here large as bloody life but I’m not supposed to have a problem with that, no, because Sherlock Holmes thinks it’s a perfectly okay thing to do!
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jealous!molly is my favorite.
angst, heartbroken, break up, divorce….there are my taste… T_T
"don’t forget, watson. you won’t fail me. you never did fail me."
Hat man and Robin <3
John <3
Mark Gatiss - Q&A Rio, March 2014 (x)
He sits motionless, like a spider in the center of its web, but that web has a thousand radiations, and he knows well every quiver of each of them. He does little himself. He only plans.
+xxmollyhooper
Sherlock gave a genuine smile, a faint one that didn’t seem to last long “I’m certain, Molly.” He murmured as he focused on applying the ointment. Once he was done, the detective slowly stood up and closed the lid, setting the container on his desk. He was soon taken aback at her remark, finding it predictable nonetheless. Sherlock had yet to find what was it that people were so affectionate towards animals ー even if he was once before. “I don’t think that’s the wisest thing to do at the moment seeing as these men have been following they must know already where you reside and as for your cats…” Sherlock pondered the idea, perhaps he would regret it later on but… “John will take care of them.”
"No, no.. you're right." She gave a slight nod. Hell, if the blokes knew where she worked who's to say they didn't know where she lived. They probably knew she was here... would they wait for her to come out? Would they come in? All these terrible questions raced through Molly Hoopers brain. She looked up to Sherlock when he mentioned the fact that John would take care of her cats. "John? And you're sure he won't mind?" She asked, being a bother to John and Mary was one of the last things she wanted to do. Right next to be a bother to Sherlock, which she was sure she already was.
My eyes are bleeding…The depths of a sinner’s eyes are infinite dark… (Then look at inside of mine…)
→ 58-59/100 photos of Benedict Cumberbatch
Sherlock’s lips formed an even thinner line at the news and shook his head slightly as he finished up tending to her leg carefully. He wrapped it up before moving closer to make sure there wasn’t anything to do for her face. “I was going to say you were stupid not telling anyone, but you’ve taken care of that,” he muttered quietly. This was why he didn’t understand human emotion. It was such a pain sometimes… Sentiment never ended people anywhere good and he did his best to avoid it. Though, that seemed rather harder as of late.
"You’re not going back there this time. And he certainly isn’t allowed in my flat or at your work. I’ll make sure Lestrade knows that much. You can decide to tell him about the rest or not," he said simply, before reaching to dab blood away from her mouth before getting up to grab ice. "Otherwise, you can stay here for as long as you need and figure things out. The question right now is are you going to work tomorrow?"
She let out a fain sigh when he stated that she had already covered what he was going to say. She was hoping for something along the lines of, 'I wasn't going to say that Molly.' then maybe a threat to Tom. But that was a silly thing to think of from Sherlock, right? He wouldn't say anything like that to Molly, he would tell her what she needed to know. And she knew, the thoughts were racing through her mind.
"I-I know Sherlock." She said simply as she listened to him continue about work and informing Greg. Maybe she should tell him? Greg is a friend, and yes, she should inform him... with time. "I uh.." She paused for a moment, thinking through whether or not to go to work the following day. "probably. I can't just... not go."
xxmollyhooper walked in on a heist
"Who’re you?"
"Molly... who're you?"
on april fools day we should all change our icons to this
The post that started it all
*tour guide voice* and directly ahead you can see the origins of what is now known as the Mishapocalypse
oh my god it’s back
EXCEPT
New face for this year:
and new date: March 15th
We’re going to need a cutout
oh dear god please no
guys please not again
Sherlock AU » Gatsby!lock
I like large parties. They’re so intimate. At small parties there isn’t any privacy.
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