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They are perfect for each other

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Relationship goal gallifreyancameos:

the-blog-of-a-nerdy-fangirl:

They are perfect for each other

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Relationship goal gallifreyancameos:

the-blog-of-a-nerdy-fangirl:

They are perfect for each other

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the-blog-of-a-nerdy-fangirl:

They are perfect for each other

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the-blog-of-a-nerdy-fangirl:

They are perfect for each other

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the-blog-of-a-nerdy-fangirl:

They are perfect for each other

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the-blog-of-a-nerdy-fangirl:

They are perfect for each other

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the-blog-of-a-nerdy-fangirl:

They are perfect for each other

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Relationship goal

gallifreyancameos:

the-blog-of-a-nerdy-fangirl:

They are perfect for each other

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Relationship goal

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  • Molly: Sherlock, have you seen my contacts? I think Toby must have-
  • Sherlock: No, why would I? Just wear your glasses...they're on your desk ready for you.
  • Molly: It's so odd...I left them on the table ready for the morning-
  • Sherlock: *fake chuckle* Yes, that's a nice story, Molly.
  • Sherlock: *deadpans* Glasses. Over there. Now please.
  • Molly: And I could have sworn my flat was unlocked this morning.
  • Sherlock: *irritated* Honestly, Molly, are you suggesting someone broke into your flat just to steal your contact lenses? Absurd.
  • Molly: *shrugs* I suppose you're right.
  • Sherlock: Obviously. Now, the glasses...
  • Molly: Unless they have a key.
  • Sherlock: ...
  • Sherlock: *snaps* Can you just wear the damned things and flaunt your gorgeous eyes please? For me?
  • Molly: ...
  • Sherlock: ...
  • Molly: *blushing* Did you take my contacts?
  • Sherlock: *sighs* If I say yes, will you put them ON?
  • Molly: Maybe.
  • Sherlock: *narrows eyes* Yes. I took them.
  • Molly: *puts on purple glasses*
  • Sherlock: ...
  • Sherlock: If you think you're ever getting them back, you're sadly mistaken, Miss Hooper.

Q

Anonymous asked:

Here is a prompt! Molly starts a new blog, similar to The Science of Deduction, but hers becomes very popular and Sherlock is a little bit jealous. After some teasing from Molly (and maybe John too) he accepts a few sugestions from Molly on how to improve his website.

A

seasalticecream32:

sherlolly-ship:

Thank you very much for this fun prompt! I hope you like my take on your prompt! <3

"John? Where’s Molly? She’s not at the morgue and she’s not answering any of my messages." Sherlock asked as he barged into 221B.

"She’s being interviewed, I thought you knew." John answered him absentmindedly as he flipped through the newspaper. 

"What? Why would they want to interview her?" 

John looked up from his newspaper and gave Sherlock one of his looks meaning he was saying something stupid. 

"Her blog. It’s huge, how could you possibly have missed it. It’s even more popular than mine." 

The consulting detective squinted at his friend thoughtfully. 

"She’s not a fashion blogger is she? How to fit the entire rainbow into your closet; a guide by Molly Hooper." Sherlock sniggered.

"Don’t be mean Sherlock. It’s actually about murder."

"Murder?"

"Yeah, she writes about all the strange victims that come into her morgue and amateurs try to solve the murders."

"They allow that?" His interest sparked.

"Apparently."

"Huh." He took a seat and placed his hands under his chin in their signature position.

 “I write about murder.” Sherlock stated, sounding a bit upset.

 “What?”

 “I write about murder, why don’t I have more hits on my blog?”

 “You’re still thinking about that? You’ve been quiet for hours.”

 “Have I? Didn’t notice. So why does she have more hits than me?”

He shot up from the couch and started pacing about the room, pondering.

 “Ask Molly. She’ll be here any second.”

 “What? Why?”

 “Are you kidding? I just told you. I invited her over to celebrate.”

 Sherlock frowned. More people, never good. Besides, he didn’t want to hear about her major success or her idiotic interview. He rolled his eyes at the thought. And she was surely going to be all smiling and giggling, making it impossible for him to think. Just then the sound of footsteps could be heard rushing up the stairs.

 “There she is!” John declared. “Be nice.” He added under his breath, looking strictly at Sherlock.

 “Hi!” The petite woman came smiling and jubilant into their flat, just as he had predicted.

 John gave her a hearty hug and a kiss on the cheek before offering her something to drink.

 “So how did it go? Tell us all about it!” The doctor insisted as he poured Molly some wine.

 Sherlock groaned and earned himself another one of John’s looks.

 “Well, she started asking abou-“ the pouting man-child hunched up in his chair rudely interrupted Molly.

 “Why do you have more readers than me?”

 Molly was speechless for a minute and John gave him a proper slap to the back of his head, messing up his curls.

 “That wasn’t necessary!”

 “Believe me, it was.” John scowled.

 “It’s fine John.” The pathologist politely interfered. She was blushing slightly.

 “You could give him some tips though, wouldn’t hurt.” John offered.

 “Okay, fine give me your tips then.”

 “You have to remember that you’re writing for an audience. Just maybe try to tone down the rapid conclusions and explain a little more. You know I’ll bet it’d be a huge success if you taught them how to deduce, just explain how you do it, for normal people that is. And maybe tone down the tobacco talk..” Molly gave her advice confidently. The interview had really done wonders for her self-esteem and even Sherlock’s menacing glare couldn’t dampen her mood.

 The consulting detective hated feeling inadequate. He had assumed she didn’t have any good advice and thought that asking for tips was a way of undermining her, not the opposite. For God’s sake he was supposed to be a proper genius!

 “Just continue, so what did she ask about?” John redirected the conversation seeing that Sherlock was practically inapproachable by the state he was in.

 Sherlock completely zoned out, refusing to listen to the nonsense. Nonetheless, his mind always wandered back to Molly. He kept on going deeper into his mind palace, trying to escape the malice. But wherever he went, wherever he tried to hide she was always beside him, taking his hand. He shook her hand out of his and ran down the halls, but she was right back beside him, taking his hand in hers and flashing one of her sweet smiles. After a while he gave up running and turned to face the woman. Sherlock told her to go away, get lost, find someone else to chase. She only kept smiling.

 He covered his mouth to hide the involuntary smile that threatened to spread across his face. What was happening? He turned to run again, his hands sweating. He burst frantically through a random door, nearly falling through and shut the door behind him.

 He crouched, trying to catch his breath and panting wildly. His eyes were fixed to the floor for along time until his pulse calmed. Finally he discovered just which room he had entered.

 Fuck.

 His familiar wallpaper decorated the walls and the painted yellow smiley face was as happy as ever. The walls were lined with books and containers filled with body parts. The room was oh so familiar and secretly one of his most frequented ones. Molly’s room.

 She was sitting in his chair in the middle of the room wearing her rainbow jumper with that patterned shirt underneath. She was smiling smugly at him as she fiddled with her hair that cascaded down her shoulders. Sherlock sighed.

 “Why are you following me?”

 “I’m not Sherlock, you came into my room.” She smirked.

 The tall man rose up from his crouching position, eyeing her confused.

 “I didn’t mean to.”

 “This is your mindpalace Sherlock, the rooms are what you make them. You came into my room.”

 “Sherlock are you alright? You’re mumbling.”

 Sherlock was violently pulled from his mindpalace and shot back to his living room, his two friends looking at him worriedly. He started at seeing Molly sitting in the same chair as she had been just seconds ago in his Molly room. Naturally his palms were sweating again. His mind was still blurred from the shock of the rude awakening. His mouth was still mouthing words and suddenly they became audible.

 “Molly?”

 “Yes.”

 He desperately tried to think of something to say and in the midst of the chaos he managed to utter a few words;

 “Can you help me with my blog?”

I adore this. :) 

Oh thank you 😊

holnnes:

holnnes:

Apparently the UK is heading towards our hottest summer on record so I like to imagine Sherlock finally giving in and having his hair cut off and not wearing his suit jacket or coat so he deliberately sits in the morgue or Molly’s office wearing Molly’s favourite shirt in the hopes of convincing her to take the rest of the day off to spend it with him

Basically just imagine Sherlock sprawled in her little swivel chair with his legs stretched out looking like this 

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I can just see her, stammering wildly as she tries to talk and him smirking like an idiot.

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Can we please just talk about this for a moment? This is such a beautiful scene where we get to see both Sherlock and Mary affirm their acceptance of each other. They are both saying to each other ‘Yes, you can be in a part of my life that I hold very dearly’ and they are just going to be unbelievably perfect. Mary and Sherlock may just become my new BrOTP

Can we please just talk about this for a moment? This is such a beautiful scene where we get to see both Sherlock and Mary affirm their acceptance of each other. They are both saying to each other ‘Yes, you can be in a part of my life that I hold very dearly’ and they are just going to be unbelievably perfect. Mary and Sherlock may just become my new BrOTP

Can we please just talk about this for a moment? This is such a beautiful scene where we get to see both Sherlock and Mary affirm their acceptance of each other. They are both saying to each other ‘Yes, you can be in a part of my life that I hold very dearly’ and they are just going to be unbelievably perfect. Mary and Sherlock may just become my new BrOTP

Can we please just talk about this for a moment? This is such a beautiful scene where we get to see both Sherlock and Mary affirm their acceptance of each other. They are both saying to each other ‘Yes, you can be in a part of my life that I hold very dearly’ and they are just going to be unbelievably perfect. Mary and Sherlock may just become my new BrOTP

Can we please just talk about this for a moment? This is such a beautiful scene where we get to see both Sherlock and Mary affirm their acceptance of each other. They are both saying to each other ‘Yes, you can be in a part of my life that I hold very dearly’ and they are just going to be unbelievably perfect. Mary and Sherlock may just become my new BrOTP

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captainamerica-in-middle-earth:

oh look who’s recovered from the last movie just in time TO DIE
dont look at me

I don&#8217;t think I even have to tell you how not okay this is.

captainamerica-in-middle-earth:

oh look who’s recovered from the last movie just in time TO DIE

dont look at me

I don’t think I even have to tell you how not okay this is.

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peregrint:

transmissiblefairytales:

Are you a Lord of the Rings fan who happens to be having a bad day? Click here.

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This actually got me through my day

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I Do Not Cuddle: Leg Room

  • .
  • = part 5 =
  • .
  • Molly: That's the end of this disk. Do you want still to watch some more?
  • Sherlock: *scoffs* It's your show. Do whatever you like.
  • Molly: *smiles inwardly* Riiiight.
  • Sherlock: While this show is somewhat diverting, I still question your taste in programming. Does everyone die in this blasted story?!
  • Molly: *chuckles* You don't have to watch, Sherlock.
  • Sherlock: You very well know I don't like to do things half way, Molly Hooper.
  • Molly: Well, maybe a break then. We could watch some more tomorrow.
  • Sherlock: But...
  • Molly: You don't seem very comfortable sitting here. You've been crowding me all day.
  • Sherlock: 'Crowding'?!
  • Molly: I'd like to finish up the series, but maybe--
  • Sherlock: Your room, then.
  • Molly: My room?
  • Sherlock: We watch on your laptop so I will have more leg room.
  • Molly: But, the screen will be smaller on my laptop.
  • Sherlock: It does not concern me.
  • Molly: Oh. Well. I suppose...
  • Sherlock: It's unfortunate that you failed to notice my discomfort sooner.
  • Molly: *rolls eyes* FINE! I'll go set it up. Honestly, Sherlock. You are such a baby sometimes!
  • .
  • = phone rings as Molly storms off =
  • .
  • Sherlock: John?
  • Sherlock: *frowns*
  • Sherlock: Yes. Lestrade texted me the case details. It's only an 8. A low 9 at best. I ignored him.
  • Sherlock: What? I am perfectly fine.
  • Sherlock: I have been... occupied.
  • Molly: *calls from bedroom* Are you coming?
  • Sherlock: *scrambles to cover phone with his hand* Be right there!
  • Sherlock: No, John. I'm not at home.
  • Sherlock: Yes. That was Molly. Congratulations, your hearing is still in tact in your old age.
  • Sherlock: John... yes-- *interrupted* what? No, she's not here. She's waiting in bed.
  • Sherlock: *exhales impatiently*
  • Sherlock: Look, John... Yes, that's what I said. I have to go now. I don't want her starting without me. I would hate to miss any of the action.
  • Sherlock: JOHN. Use your words. You are being terribly incoherent. Are you ill?
  • Sherlock: I'm hanging up now, John.
  • .
  • = to be continued very soon =

Going Blind

Here is the poem for abbey lovely​ :) I hope you like it and thank you very much for this poem it’s beautiful <3

She sat just like the others at the table.
But on second glance, she seemed to hold her cup
a little differently as she picked it up.
She smiled once. It was almost painful.



And when they finished and it was time to stand
and slowly, as chance selected them, they left
and moved through many rooms (they talked and laughed),
I saw her. She was moving far behind

the others, absorbed, like someone who will soon
have to sing before a large assembly;
upon her eyes, which were radiant with joy,
light played as on the surface of a pool.



She followed slowly, taking a long time,
as though there were some obstacle in the way;
and yet: as though, once it was overcome,
she would be beyond all walking, and would fly.

 -Rainer Maria Rilke 

Molly Hooper was a shy girl. It was easy to see for anyone who knew her and most of all those who met her for the first time. In fact, if they didn’t work past her shyness they might never get to know her at all, which was a shame. So ordinary in her own way, yet so quiet. Though no one seems to understand that the ones who are quiet and seemingly normal are the most intriguing people you can meet.

People don’t seem to understand them though it is proved to them again and again, that those people who don’t talk that much fill the air with something else, when they look to not be present they are off somewhere past your vision and when they smile they smile for a reason.

But maybe that’s why people don’t always bother to work past the shyness, because they know that they see through them, that they observe them and see the very meaning in their lives.

But once they get past this they will see that they don’t judge you, they see you and will give you every thing they have in reward. They will give you all the happiness they can muster and sometimes leave none for themselves. They will never ask you for anything in return even though they’re aching for it. Because when somebody is seen they are often satisfied and work no more. And the shy girl, who remains quiet, will be lonely because they have given away all they had for the simple reason that they loved someone who almost, just almost came close to seeing who they were.

But yet, as said, most people won’t know, won’t see what is happening. They are merely content with what they have gotten and even if they would want to give them what they need, what they deserve, they don’t understand that they shouldn’t wait for them to hold out their hands and ask, they must pick up their hands and give it to them.

And so it is a strange realization when you suddenly see the quiet girl, Sherlock Holmes thought to himself. When you suddenly notice that they have taken all your burdens and put them on they’re own shoulders. When you see that they are struggling under the weight and you see that they smile at you.

And seeing Molly Hooper smile at you when you enter the morgue on a Monday morning is the most brilliant feeling in the world, he thought as he entered the door. “Hi, Sherlock.” She chimed, merry as always. “Can I get you some coffee?”

“No, but I’m going to get you some. And also you will be at my flat after work and we’ll have dinner.” He stated, unable to hold back a smile.

“Alright.” She answered.

  And when you finally see her, the smile, that glint in her eye will be enough to make you happy for a lifetime.

Q

kitawolf12 asked:

HI FRIEND

A

Hello good friend! :D Here’s one of my favourite poems for you <3

All that is gold does not glitter,
Not all those who wander are lost;
The old that is strong does not wither,
Deep roots are not reached by the frost.

From the ashes a fire shall be woken,
A light from the shadows shall spring;
Renewed shall be blade that was broken,
The crownless again shall be king.

-J.R.R. Tolkien

<3

(send me a hi and I’ll give you one of my favourite poems) :)