#mollyhooperthoughts

[criminalsandtea]

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for every ‘@’ sent (anon or not) I WILL mention and post some positivity about a fellow tumblr user | Open

I was actually planning on cheating this if I only got one @ and just mention all the people, but this is even better!

@bullterrierboy

Some people come into your life, and the moment the first ‘hi’ falls, you know the stars aligned just for two souls to meet. I do no know what forever holds, not for me, for you or for us, but I know that for as long as you and I are given together, the flowers will continue to bloom and the sun will continue to rise. We all know the famous poem starting with the words ‘shall I compare thee to a summer’s day’, well, my dear, there is nothing in our universe I can compare you with. No words to express the beauty you are, no language to say how thankful I am for your presence. Forever may or may not be ours, but I know our souls have rubbed off on each other, so a piece of you will always be me and a piece of me will always be you. Thank you for your presence in my life, thank you for your existence and thank you for being my friend. ♥

@mollyhooperthoughts

I know you so often doubt yourself, and I want to tell you that you really must not. You are a wondeful person, an incredible writer and you are a brave soul. The stars come out every night for you to see and the birds sing you a good morning every day. Remember that you are loved, by me and by the world in its whole, always. Thank you for being a part of my life ♥

@doctxrwatsxn

Your soul is filled with endless love and it is beautiful to watch you give it away so freely. Remember to love yourself the way you love others, for you are deserving of every bit of warmth and every bit of kindness. Thank you for who you are and thank you for allowing your soul to bring something good to our world. I am grateful to have met you and I am forever thankful for all you have given me. You are a blessing to the world, my dear ♥

@tigermarked

Our path together, even if it shows its gaps, is one I will forever cherish. You are and will always be a fantastic writer, a fantastic being and a precious soul. You have a heart of gold and the wisdom of elders. You are strong and you are brave, yet you manage to remain humble and gentle. Thank you for allowing me to be a part of your life, I will adore every moment of it ♥

@itsnotmyrealname

I know you suffer and it pains me to see so. You are deserving of all the good our world can offer and it is a shame that it is not always given to you. Continue fighting as bravely as you are already doing and I promise you that the sun will give you its warmth soon. I am so proud of you and I am so thankful that you allow me to form a part of your story. Thank you for all that you are and all that you give to the world ♥

@askthegirldetective

I cannot begin to express in words what you mean to me. Your soul is filled with warmth and love and you never hesitate to give it away. The amount of times I’ve felt down or doubtful about my writing, only to find a message of yours in my askbox, or even just a meme. I may not always say it, but it truly means the world to me. You are so supportive and so loving, always. Thank you ♥

@hiistiger

I know we have met only shortly ago, but you are such a lovely presence upon my dash. I continuously look forward to your writings. We have yet to speak in person, but I can feel that you have a loving soul. I am thankful that you have given me a chance to write with you and I hope our adventures will continue for as long as possible. Thank you for all and I hope we will get to know each other even better over time ♥

@salvatiicn

Your creativity is beyond measures. You are a brilliant writer and your ability to take on just about any character is absolutely mesmerizing. I adore you and I adore your writing to no end. You are also a wonderfully kind human being. Thank you for all that you have given me, I hope I can return all the kind gestures, always ♥

@221bringingitback

Your writing is absolutely brilliant. It is obvious from all you do that you find joy in what you are doing, and that is the most beautiful to witness as a reader. You create a Sherlock that feels so real and it is beautiful to watch. Thank you for allowing me to write with you, I am honoured to be a part of it all ♥

@watsonofagun

It is noticable in all you write that you have a great understanding both of the power of words and the behaviour of your character. To read your replies is to see a scene play before one’s own eyes, so real and so unbelievably good. You are, beside a fantastic writer, also a generous and kind soul. You suffer at times, yet you find the ability to keep going every single day. Remain brave and strong and you will get where you are going eventually. Thank you for all you do ♥

@missedbecominghistoric

Somehow it won’t let me tag you, but of course I cannot leave you out of this list. You are one of the most wonderful people I have met in my life. I know you continuously speak kind of me, yet you so often find it hard to say those same words about yourself. Therefore, I will say them to you. You are a gentle soul, you have a heart of gold, you have the bravery and fierceness of a lion (and the manes, let’s be honest ;-) ) and you are so caring of those around you. Never let others silence you or tell you you are unworthy of your place on our earth, because you deserve everything good the earth has to offer. I am so grateful that you have come into my life and I will forever be thankful for the kindness and love you have given me. You will forever have a place in the gardens of my heart and I will always be happy to sit there with you ♥ 

[alexcarmichael]

[Text]Would you like to have coffee someday?

Sure! That'd be lovely. When and where? :)

[thepersonalblogofmarymorst-blog1]

Mary rushed up the stairs to Molly’s flat. It was a flash of blonde and the sound of rustling fabric as her high heels clambered in loud footfalls upon the laminate floor worked as forewarning for any passers-by to get-the-fuck-out of her way. She finally made it to Molly’s door, banging loudly as an unlit cigarette dangled out from under her perfect lips. “MOLLY! GET OUT HERE!” She called, slamming and kicking the door.

[criminalsandtea]

Shuffle tag

you can tell a lot about a person by the music they listen to. put your mp3 player, itunes, spotify, etc. on shuffle & list the first 10 songs & then tag 10 people, no skipping !!! remember to REPOST not REBLOG !!!

Clocks go forward - James Bay

Lost boy - Ruth B

Rebel Rebel - David Bowie

Welcome to the show - Adam Lambert & Laleh

Pumped up kicks - Foster the people

Faith - George Michael

Seaside Rendezvous - Queen

Stayin’ Alive - Bee Gees

It can’t rain forever - Oh Honey

Who wants to live forever? - Queen

tagged by : @doctxrwatsxn tagging : @bullterrierboy, @salvatiicn, @itsnotmyrealname, @mollyhooperthoughts and anyone else who wants to do this ♥

[colsmoran-inactive-blog]

The Kitten and the Tiger || (colsmoran/mollyhooperthoughts)

He was a broken man. He had everything he had wanted years ago; money, a flat, cleared records. But he had lost the thing he had cared most about in the end. All the money he had earned working for Jim the past two years weren't enough to compensate the lose he was feeling right now.

He had taken Jim's body off the roof, laid it in the boot and driven out of London. He had parked the car at a deserted field, fished a petrol can from the boot and soaked the interior of the car. He used a box of matches to lit it all, and he'd walked away from the burning mass, stepping onto his motorcycle which he had hidden behind a bush somewhere and driven back to town.

It was early in the morning when he arrived back in London and it was close to rush hour. He was standing in front of the traffic lights when he decided he couldn't go home now; he had too many painful memories waiting for him there. He had to go somewhere else.

But apart from Jim, he hadn't had a social life whatsoever after his return from Afghanistan, so where the hell did he have to go?

There was only one person he could think off.

He changed his indicators and took a different turn than planned and half an hour later he stood in front of Molly Hooper's flat.

He rang the bell, leaning against the doorpost, exhausted from everything right now.

[thenapoleonofmoriarty-blog]

mollyhooperthoughts

Jim saw Molly as an opportunity to get close to Sherlock without even getting recognized. "Hi," he said, acting like his gay.

[alexcarmichael]

[bloodied up and crying meme] "Alex!" Molly ran towards him, totally worried, her heart beating hard. "What has happened? Are you ok?"

One day my muse comes home, all bloodied up and crying their eyes out, how does yours react?

"I-I-" Alex stuttered, stumbling towards the girl. "It happened again. And I-" he sobbed into his hands, unsure how to continue.

[gunpowderandsteel]

[muse battered and bruised meme] Worried, Molly was walking towards the man, thinking that he could need a doctor. She stopped when she realized who he was, but she didn't have the heart to just ignore him. "Are you okay?"

Sebastian looked up quickly and immediately regretted the decision. Not because of who it was standing there, but because of the sudden pounding in his head that was caused by the movement. Perhaps he’d hit his head harder than he thought.

"Oh yeah," he said a bit sarcastically, lowering his head again as one hand came up to it. "Just peachy. Why do you ask?"

[xxtheconsultingdetective-blog]

A New Years Date

Why Molly wanted to have dinner out on New Years Eve, was beyond him. Wouldn't there be more people out on a holiday night? He didn't want to argue so he agreed to pick her up from her flat around 6 pm, to take her to a nice restaurant of her choosing. 

That evening, Sherlock stood outside her flat, dressed for the occasion in one of his nicer suites. John had forced him to buy a rose, because apparently that's what he did, but none of his dates ever worked out. With his free hand, he knocked several times and waited for an answer.

Like most nights in London, the weather was turning colder by the second, and the rain was starting to set it. Though, it hardly seemed like rain, perhaps snow, he thought. He'd have to remind Molly to bring an extra coat, just to play it safe.

[tigerwithasniper]

“What have they done to you?”

My muse is being held hostage and is being experimented on. Send me “What have they done to you?” for my muse’s response to yours finding them shackled and chained in a small room.

Sebastian was barely conscious when Molly found him. His head hung, chin touching his chest, his hands kept in tight, heavy iron cuffs above his head. A thick shock collar locked on his neck, the skin around it burned badly. Multiple deep cuts adorned his chest and back, dried blood pretty much covering his body. But the worst part was on his face. The left eye that had always been partially blind was replaced and upgraded with a cybernetic one. But with his eyes closed, the only noticeable thing was the blood.

At Molly’s voice, Sebastian barely raised his head, feeling like it was made of lead. “M’lly?” he croaked.

[criminal-royalty-archive]

Something Special For You

6. Dinner in a fancy restaurant.

After raising up enough money, he wanted to do something nice for his wife, so, after work, he picked her up from the hospital and took her out to dinner. Sure, seems like something any husband would, but at least it was better than just takeout, and less hassle than trying to make the food themselves. "God, I haven't eaten out in a while." He mindlessly muttered out loud.

[criminalsandtea]

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Send in a ❝❞ and my muse will tell you one of the following after a random number generation.

17. “Don’t you dare come near me!”

[theguidetodeduction]

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"Molly…" they both knew he.could figure it out on his own, but he still had to ask. "What, exactly, is the meaning of this?" He slowly took his scarf and coat of, hanging them up in the bedroom before making his way closer to her, not having dropped eye contact. He’d been out doing some research, only to find her here, in his bed.

[diglestrade]

13: Stomach Kiss

She was in one of those moods again; one where she hated herself and the way her body looked. The truth was, he never cared about how 'imperfect' she seemed to be to herself. To him, she was perfect and he had never thought otherwise. The moment he had first undressed her, he hadn't seen any of the imperfections she was so insecure about; he had loved her body from the first time he seen it exposed, and he would place his lips on her smooth and warm skin, cherishing her in every way that she should be cherished.

She wrapped the sheets tightly around her body before shifting to the side of the bed to get out, leaving him exposed and shivering with cold as he tied a knot in the condom they'd used only minutes ago and stuffed it back in the wrapper.

'Molly,' he sighed as she got up, the duvet wrapped around her as she went to retrieve her clothes. 'This is ridiculous, we've been doing this for two months now, and you're still embarrassed?'

She didn't answer, but he could see the shade of red that coloured her cheeks as she moved to pick up her pants. But before she could put it on, Greg swiftly moved over to the side of the bed, grabbing the duvet and pulling. She yelped, but didn't let go. Instead, she was pulled back towards the bed.

'No -- Greg!' she urged as she made sure the duvet was still covering her. 'I'm -- I don't feel good, sleeping naked. Not -- not even when I'm on my own.'

He sighed and gave her a sad smile, pulling her closer. He reached underneath the duvet, finding a leg and slowly running his hand up to her hip.

'You have nothing to be ashamed off, Molly,' he spoke quietly and earnestly. Infact, compared to Carolyn, she was all skin and bones. But Carolyn had been pregnant twice, and was a good ten years older than Molly. Even though Carolyn was a bit more curvier, he thought she was beautiful as well.

So in a society where it was 'good' to to be skin of bones, she had nothing to be embarrassed about, right?

'I just -- don't feel well,' she admitted, shivering slightly by his touch. 'I know I should but -- I've always felt like this. I don't -- like the way I look, I could be taller. Curvier. I could have larger and prettier breasts. A thigh-gap. I could be more tanned. But I'm none of these things.'

'I don't want you to be any of those things,' Greg said as he tugged at the duvet again, but she still held on firmly. He raised his eyebrows, almost giving her a stern look and nodding slightly. She hesitated, but her grip loosened and the duvet fell down onto the floor.

She wrapped her arms around herself; one arm across her chest, and one arm across her stomach.

Greg exhaled deeply through his nose and took her by her wrists, guiding her arms away from her. She shifted uncomfortable, but he continued, forcing her arms along the sides of her body.

'You're beautiful, Molly,' he spoke from his heart, and for once in his life, his words had never been more truthful. Maybe she wasn't as 'perfect' as society deemed a young woman perfect, but she was to him.

Pulling closer, he moved her between his legs. He closed his eyes and placed his lips on her stomach, right next to her belly-botton. He finally let go of her wrists, trusting she wouldn't cover herself up again and she didn't

He pursed his lips, gently allowing them to caress her stomach softly, nipping at her skip and enjoying the salty and sweaty flavour on her skin from their earlier activities tonight. But next to the salt, he could smell and taste the almonds and blossom of the shower gel he knew she used.

'Stop worrying, Molly,' he spoke softly, his lips still on her skin. 'I love you -- and you're one of the most beautiful things that make my life bearable right now.'

And he pulled her closer, forcing her down on the bed as well. He rolled over, hoovering over her as he continued to kiss every patch of skin on her body. In the end, she was shuddering with delight and pulled him up, kissing his lips and spreading her legs for him again, reaching for the bedside table to get another condom.

[gunpowderandsteel]

Shifter | mollyhooperthoughts

Sebastian limped down the darkened street, cursing mentally in every human language he had a grasp on as well as every dialect he knew of among shifts. It was remarkable how much the animal side lent to the vocabulary.

As if the fact that he’d been reckless enough to end up this badly injured while in his animal form wasn’t bad enough, on top of everything it was now raining. He hated being caught in the rain, regardless of which form he was in.

He had just begun to count the blessings that no one was out that night when headlights turned onto the street, illuminating both the surrounding area and Sebastian himself. Just his luck, he had nowhere to hide. At least they would probably just drive by – most people wouldn’t look twice at an injured stray cat.

[sherlockiansbepositive]