This hadn’t been part of the plan.
Captain Molly Hooper prided herself in being always practical, and the kidnap of Lord Holmes had been completely practical: kidnap, ask for ransom, sail into the sunset with enough to bankroll her crew through another winter.
And now, here she was, getting ready to haul off a proper Navy vessel, empty-handed in all the worst ways and without a real plan all because she hadn’t been careful enough not to fall in love.
She paused, knowing full well that she shouldn’t as she could hear the alert going up around the ship that she’d escaped and her crew was urging her to come across to her ship quickly.
But Sherlock Holmes was calling her, and she found herself waiting for him to reach her.
"Molly, don’t you dare leave me behind," he nearly snarled, shucking off his coat as he prepared to jump in the water after her.
She was out of time, and suddenly, she did have a plan.
Molly pulled him towards her, crushing their lips together as she kissed him thoroughly, making sure that her taste would linger with him long enough to get them through their separation.
"I will find you, Sherlock Holmes. I will come for you,” she promised.
And with a tug of her wrist, she was lifted away, the last glimpse of his shocked face making her smirk.
Rated: Fiction K+ - English - Friendship/Romance - Sherlock H., Molly Hooper - Words: 1,110 - Published: secs ago - Status: Complete
Seriously, I highly recommend this fic. She updates fairly often, and it is so addicting, you will breeze through it in no time! Extremely great story, with lots of agonizing cliff hangers and angst!
Girl’s are amazing
I think we broke the notes…
i feel like i’m reblogging history. “the post that broke the notes”
THERE ARE NO FUCKING NOTES
WE HAVE REACHED INFINITY
what the heLL
There are negative notes….
WHY ARE THERE NEGATIVE NOTES?
HOW ARE THERE NEGATIVE NOTES?!?!?!?!
by the lovely Autumn-Grace (whom I love dearly)…so here are my answers to the Q&A she tagged me in:
Birthday: 17th of October
Favorite color: most blues
Lucky number: 15
Height: 5’8” or 172 cm
Talents: Writing (I guess?), Making/Drinking excessive amounts of tea, using my sarcastic wit for both good AND evil, singing along with any given song…no matter what or where it is, pulling up random facts from my brain.
Last dream you remember: I dreamed that I was involved in a serious and very unfortunate kidnapping/torture case. They found me alive, but completely mangled, and I was conscious, but couldn’t respond to the detectives and paramedics around me; I remember trying to tell them I knew who did it, and then in my dream I blacked out…and that’s when I woke up.
Can you juggle: nope. Not in reality, not in the metaphoric state, just nope.
Art/sports/both: I’m definitely more into art than sports…but if there is a good hockey game on, or rugby with New Zealand on, I’m there! Art draws me in more rapidly as well, and more often, but I do appreciate both.
Do you like writing: Oh of course I do. All I’ve ever wanted to be was a writer, and even though I go through spurts of laziness/writer’s block/uninspiration, there’s still nothing that makes me happier than sitting somewhere and stirring up new ideas or plot changes/twists, and then watching those ideas take form (sometimes completely on their own and with no assistance/control from me).
Do you like dancing: Yea, I do…even if I really can’t. I’m incredibly awkward about the whole situation…and I don’t have a lot of skills. I feel inner me is an excellent dancer, but the body is transport, and mine is not very good at dancing.
Do you like singing: I love singing! All the songs, all the time, music is life!
Dream vacation: Backpacking across Europe, either staying in AirB&Bs, or couch surfing, or staying in hostels, getting to know people, the cultures, and the towns and cities that I’ve always been in love with from afar.
Dream guy/gal: aside from Benedict? Um…well, I guess someone who is willing to take on the challenge that is me. Sometimes I wonder how I have friends, and so the idea of having someone want to be with me in any other sense just seems so odd to me. He’d need to be incredibly patient with me, and also would have to be able to make me laugh. Someone who challenges me, gives me criticism without making it seem like criticism, and can read past my defensive walls.
Dream wedding: Never thought about this question before; so let me tell you about my dream funeral! Cremation, and I’d have my ashes split up into tiny vials for people to purchase (all donations go to a charity of my choosing). I’d record my own eulogy beforehand, because it’d be fun, and then they’d play a bunch of ironic songs with pictures of my dorky self.
Dream pet: English Bulldog named Winston…or a black lab named Schrodinger…or a black cat named Pavlov. (Because it’s funny)
Dream job: Published Author
Favorite song: …um…I can’t choose that! Too many songs in the world!
Favorite album: ….nope…can’t do it!
Least favorite song: hahahaha! Again, there’s um…too many!
Least favorite album: What are these questions even about???
Least favorite artist: A whole lot of today’s ‘favourites’, considering several of them spew incredibly insensitive and disgusting lyrics that objectify women, as well as speak ill against certain races or types of people.
Guys/girls/both: I can appreciate aesthetics in any gender, and have no shame in acknowledging such. I lean to guys when it comes to ‘sexual’ interest, though I’m not really interested at all.
Hair color: Anything but flesh tone? lol. It’s just a minor detail that doesn’t determine a person’s character.
Eye color: Preferably not demon possessed color (whatever shade that may take)…but ya know..I’m flexible on this. ;)
Humorous/serious: The ability to know when things should be taken seriously, but definitely more humorous on a day to day basis.
Taller/shorter: Taller, this surprisingly is an important detail to me. It sounds like it shouldn’t be…but there’s definitely good reasons behind my need for someone to be taller than me. Call it a safety/security feature, but I really do feel more protected if someone can surround me with a safety net.
Biggest turn-off: arrogance, bad hygiene, controlling,
Biggest turn-on: intelligence, humor, kindness (within reason)
Sherlolly Kiss :3
(BBC Sherlock, S3:Ep1; The Empty Hearse)
that little lip biting at the end! OMFG, BEN! ARE YOU TRYING TO EXPLODE THE INTERNET WITH ADORABLENESS!?!
Ever since Graham (played by Benedict Cumberbatch an award winning actor) bought the flat cap from the old man he had gotten strange visions, they were small at first, thinking he could see ghost in the room with him but the more he wore the cap the worse the visions got. It started to whisper things to him, make choices for him. His fashion sense was all over the place, he often went out mismatched and people began to take notice. Mismatched outfits turned to strange urges and whispers in his mind. Graham lost his concentration and his work faltered. He was laid off from his position at the computer company he had worked for for years. The thoughts took him over worse and worse everyday until he began to brutally attack people. Attacks became murders and murders would lead to serial killings if Graham’s three best friends (Played by Tom Hiddleston, Chris Pine, Chris Evans) couldn’t stop him.
As mentioned in the movie poster
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I’d watch the crap out of this! This needs to be a movie. Um…call Benedict’s agent, he’ll tell Chris Pine and Tom, who will tell Chris Evans, and they’ll all do it, because they’re in a wonderful bromance and like each other’s work! Then we’ll get to see it on a big screen, and we’ll die due to overexposure of sexiness! and amazing plot. lol. :)
Okay but imagine person A of your otp picking up sleepy person B and carrying them to bed and person B just snuggles their face into person A’s shoulder you know on second thought don’t imagine that
Lol…here we go:
Mycroft had walked out of his study, ready to retire for the evening. He slowly made his way down the long hall of his townhouse, and upon reaching the open doorway, his eyes snapped to stare at the lovely sight.
She rested there, so peaceful and quiet, completely serene in her surroundings. With a heavy and adoring sigh, the diplomatic man made his way to her. With careful hands, he lifted his love up and into his grasp, making his way toward his bedroom.
Her scent was intoxicating, and Mycroft could bare contain himself. He had just sat at the foot of his bed, when a surge of affection overcame him. He leaned in, nuzzling his face into the soft, creamy texture of her skin.
Forget the diet for now, Mycroft Holmes was going to have his cake, and eat it too!
((Sorry…I had to.))