Constantly torn between not wanting to see Molly Hooper in danger and wanting to see how Sherlock Holmes would react to Molly Hooper being in danger.
Yes, yes, yes!
For thestarlitrose, because a little bird told me it is her birthday, and everyone deserves some Sherlolly goodness on their birthday :)
Molly was not particularly fond of slows days at work. Not that she preferred the busy days, either. Busy days meant…
Do you believe in love at first sight? There’s this man and I love him. At least, I think I do. I can’t stop thinking about him. He’s so intelligent it’s like he’s burning. And he’s so cool but not really. And he’s fit. Oh, he is really fit. And I can’t stop thinking about him. I’m a sensible girl, I always have been. I’ve worked hard to get the job I have and I’ve got plans but he just rides all over everything. It’s like I’m Molly Hooper, in control. ‘Little Miss Perfect’ as my mates call me. Until he walks into the room and then suddenly I’m this little mouse. He turns me into a mouse. [x]
at least someone had a good time at dashcon
His skin burned with the intensity of the comets that were streaming across him and he knew that she could feel it as well, judging by the way her breathing sped up and the way she lightly stroked the inside of her arm.
Tears sat on the brim of her lashes and she blinked them away hurriedly, squeezing his hand. “But you were so beautiful. Just like I always knew you would be.” She says it while her other hand comes to his face and traces the plumes and flares of green and yellow he knew existed because of his former usage, her thumb running over his bottom lip and he closes his eyes and revels in the feel and sensation of her touch.
Sherlock ran a hand from her shoulder and down the length of her arm, absorbing her patterns to his memory. Beautiful, she was so heart-achingly beautiful, as his shaking hands cupped her face and drew her forward. Slivers, blues, purples flecked up to her cheeks to meet his touch. Comets skipping from his arms to hers, or maybe it was the other way around? Did it matter?
His lips slanted over hers and he could feel the waves of the mock solar-flares covering them both.
Please don’t repost or remove credit!
but oh my god, look at this glorious art work.
Thank you, Flavia!
Oh my God…
Fragile, drawn in PS. Inspired by a Bruce Weber photo. By multiple request.
That time when Raven actually said what most of us want to say to a teacher who picks you for the answer when you clearly don’t know it, for usually no other reason than to embarrass you and make you look stupid. One of the main things I hate and always will hate about school.