whenigrowupiwannabeadonut:

Since she was little, Molly Hooper was always the brilliant one. She might have been shy or not that good in getting new friends, but from the time she first went to school, she was the smartest kid in the class. 

Then she grew insecure, but it wasn’t always like this. To be honest, the annoying feeling of not being good enough started when she met Sherlock and he just couldn’t see her. And then there was everyone else. Of course, who was she compared to the great Sherlock Holmes? So she kept living with the thought that she was always the second best, and she always felt that she’s forgotten something, something she missed so terribly.

And then, when she thought nothing would ever change, he said it.

‘You do count.’

It was the first time he actually saw her. Or maybe first time he let her see he sees her. Anyway, it was the moment when Molly Hooper finally remembered an old friend and the thing he asked her never to forget.

She was brilliant.

Molly Hooper: It Is Finished

strangersatthemall:

hippieashley:

lappeldu-vide:

Mmm. So comfortable right now. So nice and warm and buried in blankets and my nose poking out so I can breathe and my hair tangling over my eyes and why am I awake? Come on, eyes, open up—I know it’s late, but just for a second—

2:03 a.m.

Shuffling noises. Shit.

Come on, come on, where is that knife—ah, yes, there you are, right under my pillow where I put you six months ago. Okay. Okay. This intruder isn’t going to know what hit—

“Molly.”

It is two o’clock in the bloody morning and Sherlock Holmes has just walked into my flat. It is cold outside of my blankets and damp and so very English outside and I am so bone-deep-weary-sick of this, but there is a dead man standing at the foot of my bed and all I can do is stare blearily and wait for him to speak his peace.

This has almost become a routine, for us.

He waits a fraction too long this time and I lose my patience.

“Did you see him?” He doesn’t have to speak. I already know this answer. “Did he see you?”

It’s a flicker, just a tiny spasm of pain across his face and I am so very suddenly digging my way out of my blanket cave and I am on my feet and the floor is freezing. I don’t care, I don’t care. You stupid impossible unbelievable child.

oh sinnerman, where you gon’ run to?

It’s been two days now, two days since your text came in. It is finished. Like you were Jesus on the bloody cross, sacrificing yourself for the world. Maybe that’s what it felt like. (I wouldn’t know. You never told me.) And now, now you think it’s all right to break into my flat, just like a dozen other nights since this nightmare started. You told me, you told me. It is finished. Remember? You said it was over. But you still haven’t told him.

And the look on your face, that horrible searching look on your face says that you know exactly what I’m thinking, so why aren’t you running, why haven’t you broken down his door and grabbed his hand and dragged him back into your life? Why are you still here?

Very suddenly, I know exactly what Sherlock Holmes looked like as a young child, guilty and hiding from a mother who didn’t yet know he’d smashed a window. He’s flinching, actually flinching away from me. Why? I’m not the one he’s hiding from.

“Sherlock…”

“Don’t.” (don’t move don’t speak don’t breathe there’s already not enough air in this room don’t say it don’t speak my sins out loud, please)

I don’t.

I know what he’s asking for. I also know that what I’m about to do is nearly unforgivable.

“You can stay here, one more night, if you tell him. If you don’t, I will. Tomorrow.”

His eyes are burning into me. He knows the power I have. The power he gave me—his most important secret. You gave it to me, you madman. Stop looking at me like that. I don’t have a choice. You haven’t seen—You haven’t been here, you don’t know what this has done to him—Stop, Sherlock, I’m not going to break, this time. I will burn down to ashes in my carpet before I back down.

the rock cried out, I can’t hide you; the rock cried out, I ain’t gonna hide you

“I can—I will tell him. I will. If you don’t.”

Sherlock’s eyes don’t change. He pulls his lips back, almost baring his teeth.

“Molly—”

“Don’t.” (don’t come near me don’t question this don’t make me tell him don’t say anything more don’t wait any longer for this, he needs you more than me)

He doesn’t.

—

Lyrics from ”Sinnerman” by Nina Simone, idea stolen shamelessly from Ashley.

1. 

2. It’s not stealing; we’re mind-twins.

3. AKLDJGA;LKDGA;KDLGAEGKJ;wlhW;IAL,GM;BA;LEGBJEG;LKAELAE;LGJAEGBM,.;AEG;LJAEG;JLKAEGALKZNLGEA;LAMG;WOGJAEGKNMAEGLKJAEG

IT’S JUST SO GOOD!

Amelia. I hate you.

no but really i love you but i hate you. but mostly i love you. brb, sobbing.

Never stop, Amelia. Never. It’s so perfect. 

(Source: clarinetta)

nevertoomuchofbrilliancy:

thegoodshiprieru:

timedetective:

thebaronessofmars:

cumberbatchedinthetardis:

cumberbatchedinthetardis:

laterzsherlock:

Molly Hooper broke up with the most dangerous man in Britain.

Molly Hooper can divide by zero
Molly Hooper can end the DFS sale
Molly Hooper- I’ll stop. I have too many of these.  

Molly Hooper knows why a raven is like a writing desk

Molly Hooper personally designed Earth Mark 2 and booted out the mice

Molly Hooper took the right pill.

Molly Hooper challenged both Chuck Norris and Rory Williams to a fight. And won.

Molly Hooper killed Jack Harkness.

Molly Hooper was the Doctor’s favorite companion. 

Can I just hug Molly now or pet her or would that be too creepy.