onebuttscratcher:

Coocock - Ben’s first ship (x)

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welovesherlolly:

Sherlock forced by Mycroft to go to a gala with a bunch of rich and snooty people brings Molly.

She whispers in his ear that she’s not wearing any underwear, and Sherlock goes all

with his champagne glass.

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galliffrey said:
I was 100% thinking the same thing, and you should definitely write it.

canibecandid:

*busts down the door* WELL SINCE YOU ASKED, FRIEND.

(yeah, it’s gonna be a little ooc)

Molly hummed happily, skipping down the streets and around the pedestrians in the streets of London. At thirty-two, she should probably know better, but she just couldn’t find in her to care. The bells jingled merrily to greet her as she flung open the door to her still empty shop with a wide grin.

"Hello world, I’m your wild girl!" She laughed to walls and paintings, excitement seeping into her bones. Today was going to be a good day, she could feel it, and her’s had only just began.

———-

Sherlock rolled his eyes at the low pounding of bass that was the background noise of his floor room, cleaning up the last remnants of the day and washing his hands thoroughly. The door chimed and Sherlock brushed his shoulders as he smoothed down his suit jacket.

"You obviously didn’t read the sign, I’m closed." Sherlock droned, turning on his heel and heading towards the counter. "Then again, you always seem to inconvenience me at your whim, Lestrade."  

The graying man let out a long suffering sigh. “You know how my clients are, Sherlock. I wouldn’t come here if I even thought that there was someone better.” Though he edges away from the vague buzzing noises in the back of the building. Sherlock held his hand out for the order sheet, went over the paper work with a brief nod. 

"This will do, I’ll get back to you." Clearly knowing when he’d been dismissed, Greg Lestrade left with a roll of his eyes and an irritable sigh, and the door chimed behind him as he went.

Sherlock smirked looking over the order forms and spreads, absolutely confident with his abilities as locked the store door and once again removed his jacket, the low bass and slight buzz thrumming in his veins as he put on his gloves and set to work.

—————-

Just past three in the morning when Molly walked out of her shop with a content sigh and leaned against the wall, letting the ache in her bones settle. The streets were relatively empty, as empty as they would ever be in London, she supposed. That might have been why she nearly jumped out of her own skin as the door to she shop next to her’s flew open, the chimes clattering together angrily.

"Jesus, take twenty years off my life!" Molly laughed, her heart still stammering as the tall man an turned towards her with confused and clouded eyes as he continued to attempt to lock his shop’s door. "Need a break?" She jerked her head, indicating to her own shop and he went to protest. "When’s the last time you’ve eaten?" 

"Eating slows down the work process." He replied in a snippy tone, even as his stomach gurgled. 

"No, it doesn’t. Not eating depletes energy levels and thins your blood. C’mon, I think I’ve got some crisps and half a sandwich for you." She walked over to him, dragging him by the sleeve of his coat.

Sherlock huffed, but followed anyway, the scent of sterilization hitting him strongly upon following her through the door.

"Probably doesn’t smell quite as nice as your shop, does it? I don’t mind though, my dad used to work in a hospital. Wanted me to become a doctor." Her thin lips curved into an odd sort of smile before she disappeared into one of the many booths and then reappeared with a small plate of food. True to her word, the woman had found him her half of a sandwich and a bag of crisps and she even surrendered a small container of purple grapes to him, all of which he pushed around dutifully with his fingers.

"No, come on, stop that. Honestly, my eight year-old nephew does that, don’t be picky. Eat." She popped a few of the grapes into her own mouth and hummed in content, picking up a remote and flipping her sound system back on. "I’m Molly, Molly Hooper."

"I know." Sherlock grumbled back, opening the packet of crisps and eyeing them warily before eating one slowly. "I’m Sherlock Holmes."

"Unlike you, I didn’t know that. I’m very pleased to meet you."

"No you’re not, no one is ever pleased to meet anyone.”

Molly’s smile droops a little and the lines around her face hardened. Sherlock cleared his throat, eyes darting around her shop and her own figure, blinking slightly in surprise. She must have seen it reflected in his features because she laughed.

"Surprised that the owner of the tattoo shop doesn’t have any tattoos?" Molly teased. Sherlock scoffed.

"Hardly." 

"And what about you? How did you come to own a flower shop?" Molly asked and then waved her hands to stop him from answering . "Oh wait! I’ve got it! You’re secretly a romantic and you enjoy helping Lestrade and his merry band of Wedding Planners create the perfect day." 

Sherlock pinked a little and floundered. “Ridiculous. I enjoy doing cross pollinations and branch grafting to other plants.”

Molly smirked and stole a crisp. “Uh-huh, sure you do.” She patted his arm gently. “Don’t worry, your secret is safe with me.”

the end

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selenaguardis-art:

"I’ve been collecting my own evidence as well," Sherlock continued, as he read the papers. "In fact, I’ll be glad to add this to-"

Sherlock stopped mid-sentence. He had turned around, facing the couch and wall behind it. His eyes doubled in size as he scanned the wall. He began walking forward, and stepped over the table till he was standing closer to where his eyes focused.

"Sherlock, what are you doing? I’m busy as well, I hope you know!"

Last Chapter, I Told You So by writingwife83.

selenaguardis-art:

"I’ve been collecting my own evidence as well," Sherlock continued, as he read the papers. "In fact, I’ll be glad to add this to-"

Sherlock stopped mid-sentence. He had turned around, facing the couch and wall behind it. His eyes doubled in size as he scanned the wall. He began walking forward, and stepped over the table till he was standing closer to where his eyes focused.

"Sherlock, what are you doing? I’m busy as well, I hope you know!"

Last Chapter, I Told You So by writingwife83.

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soloontherocks:

jackthevulture:

IM SCREAMIBG WITH LAUGHTER THESE GIRLS ARE MY HEROES

SHOTS FUCKING FIRED

For anyone not familiar with how modern country sounds, these girls are calling out ACTUAL songs like making blatant references to ACTUAL lyrics from other songs on the radio.

And its fucking FLAWLESS OH MY GOD THIS IS AMAZING.

One of the reasons I stopped listening to country was, when I was a kid, the radio was full of songs by women and songs that talked about women like they were actual people.

Now so many of the songs dont give women a personality, just describe things about them like their legs, their lips, how they look in your truck. Its just SO much objectification.

My sister just showed me this and its ADSFHASDFKLLKFH she even said she heard it on the radio im so happy

"I aint your tan legged juliet" IM SCREECHING

I might be in love please send help

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thefingerfuckingfemalefury:

tentacuddles:

Comfort food.

PIZZA LOVE IS FOREVER <3

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barachiki:

Series 4: We discover what part of the government Mycroft really works for.

barachiki:

Series 4: We discover what part of the government Mycroft really works for.

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cabinwolf:

♚ "Tell me you love me, come back and haunt me."

cabinwolf:

 "Tell me you love me, come back and haunt me."
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You’re gonna love being dead, Sherlock.

You’re gonna love being dead, Sherlock.

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waitinghopingliving:

blameitonthesilence:

theunwant3d:

ladymalchav:

gaystripclub:

nonymoose:


I love how Jared is just like “oh hey DANCING IS HAPPENING.”

Reminds me of this scene from the gag reel:


whenever one is doing something the other just has to

also:


Don’t even watch Supernatural but this is fantastic lol

never forget



Real life brothers, ya’ll

waitinghopingliving:

blameitonthesilence:

theunwant3d:

ladymalchav:

gaystripclub:

nonymoose:

I love how Jared is just like “oh hey DANCING IS HAPPENING.”

Reminds me of this scene from the gag reel:

whenever one is doing something the other just has to

also:

image

Don’t even watch Supernatural but this is fantastic lol

never forget

Real life brothers, ya’ll

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