A Touch of Whimsy

With a whole lot of Nerd

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rainbowreverie21:

chickenyaoi:

America is some fucked up dystopian shit honestly like how are y’all even surviving? Paying for healthcare? $60,000 on tuition? POC getting shot in Wal-Marts? White men shooting up elementary schools? That’s terrifying I’m worried about all of you

America doesn’t seem that terribly horrible when you live here day to day and you’ve known nothing else but when somebody says something like this it fucks you up really good.

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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.
"Molly!"
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.

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.

"Molly!"

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.

(Source: artbylexie)