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#Sherlock x Molly
ladysolitaire · 3 months
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Molly: I'm sorry I kissed you. Sherlock: I'm not.
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romancedream · 6 months
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mathilde-with-an-e · 6 months
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FANVIDS MASTERPOST by Mathilde with an E Part 1/-
I have been an amateur editor since the early 2010s. Although I cannot dedicate as much time as I would like to the art form, I adore doing it. This is my own way to tell stories. I rarely use songs. Only music and dialogues from the show or film the video is about. Please give some of these a watch if you like to reminisce about your favourite fandoms 💛
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forevers-world · 7 months
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Being Molly Hooper's best friend would include:
Going out for coffee or tea during free hours
Shopping for sweaters and cute dresses
Girls' nights in, maybe with some popcorn and a good show
BBC is a go-to, but you also enjoy the occasional American telly
Wrapping presents with each other around the holidays
Lunch at Speedy's Cafe
LOTS of relationship advice
Especially about Sherlock
She tells you everything and you're more than happy to listen
You're also very ready to punch him in the face after you hear about how he insulted her at the Christmas party
She talks you out of it tho
You were the one who introduced her to Tom
You wanted her to fall in love with someone who wouldn't break her heart
You eventually gave in about Sherlock after he saved her from Eurus
No matter what, you still support Molly
And you'll always be her best friend
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ohifonlyx33 · 1 year
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Oh oh I've got another one
The way Sherlock has a lucid hallucination of the 19th century in which Molly is there as a competent pathologist disguised as a man, but the John that Sherlock's subconscious conjured (to look for the things he might miss) is able to see her as a woman...
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Then the Mycroft in his mind says something like "sometimes we have to let the villains win because they are right"
Remember every role in this scenario, every line written, is conjured by Sherlock FOR Sherlock.
And there she is again... at last revealed to be a woman... its Molly Hooper who is swapping dead bodies and helping other scorned women commit crimes... it's Molly Hooper being clever and strongwilled. And It's Molly Hooper who is the "villain" that Sherlock concedes has been wronged by him.
And then following that experience, there is Molly Hooper again threatening to undo the very foundation of Sherlock Holmes in the finale when he is trying to save her. And Eurus declares he DID lose... so in a way that makes Molly the villain from his subconscious... the one who makes him lose.
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Not even "The Woman" could really do that... Sure, she can distract him--throw him off guard for a bit, but when Irene Adler plays her games, it's a battle of wills. Not a partnership or a friendship... and so ultimately he tells her that sentiment is the chemical defect of a loser. And he beats her game. Even when he saves her, he's not beat.
But he loses the battle entirely when Eurus phones Molly. And all Molly did was ask Sherlock if he was ok, slap him in the face when he deserved it, and save his life, and help him fake his death... of course it had to be true when he said those words to Molly...
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Molly is the villain of the show. And she was right.
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cherish--these--times · 9 months
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I know the lack of new content means it's not as busy a community as it used to be but I think it is a testament to how special Sherlolly is that so many people are still dedicated to honouring their relationship 6 years down the line. It's really awesome. I love them so much. Molly is so brilliant and nobody knows it more than Sherlock Holmes. They're both odd birds who don't quite fit in and they adore each other so much, partly for that reason, I think. It's spectacular.
You would think after all this time it would have dwindled but NO
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conchepcion · 9 months
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I wrote this in 2018! 2018!! Apparently someone gave me a prompt, and originally this was Christmas? I guess, I think. You'll see the vague setting of it, hah, somewhere, if you squint. Also, I've edited it, slightly, in the year 2023! Wild, have a read, I guess -
‘She’s not nervous.’ Molly told herself, foot jiggling, while her hand was firmly clenched around the stem of the wine glass. Yes, she was. Her brain wasn’t being helpful. Whatsoever. They’d had dinner. Her and Brian. A nice dinner at a lovely posh restaurant, with servers wearing gloves (always impressive), and he’d not pressed her to go to his flat either.
Though it wasn’t a flat, like she’d mentally prepared herself, but rather, a house, or a mansion. 
There was an echo. 
There’s not an echo where she lives, but there was an echo here. 
There was also loads of space from the floor to the ceiling, and loads of space elsewhere.
Hence, the echo. 
The interior design was - different - not unpleasant, but modern, eclectic, and kind of gaudy. Yes, gaudy, with its uncomfortable settee situated near the large fireplace which was currently not on (he had a remote to turn it on with, something he’d mentioned after he’d switched on music with said universal remote). “It’s a bit much, isn’t it?” he said, catching her staring at the massive painting on the wall of a man being shot (which was painted like a renaissance painting, but everyone was dressed modern). 
“Erm - - no,” she said, biting her lip. 
“Yeah, it is,” he said with a wry smile. 
“It’s a bit-,”
“Awful I know - your place is much better, it’s got stuff. I’ve never been good at keeping stuff at my place, if I’m honest.”
“Oh, why not?”
There was a loud gong sound, and Brian furrowed his brows. “Hm, that’s odd-,”
“Was that the doorbell?” Molly said, looking around, half-expecting to see a physical gong somewhere. 
“Hard to miss, yeah, but I’ll go check it out.”
Brian strode off, his footsteps loud until they weren’t. 
There was some walking distance to the front door after all.
Now, this was their fifth date. 
The four other dates had been nice, after all. 
They’d met at a coffee shop, and he’d not had his card on him, but she’d helped.
It was cute, but she hadn’t really expected much to come off it. 
Yet, there had. 
He was nice. 
But…
It was amidst these thoughts, where she was trying very hard not to judge Brian on his decor that she heard a cough. 
Molly blinked, looking around the otherwise empty room, and wondering whether the cough came from somewhere else. 
“Brian?” she said, and another sound followed, sounding like the shuffling of feet. 
The sound came from her right - - -  from the fireplace. 
And that’s when she saw a pair of legs. 
A pair of legs, and a pair of feet, with some fine footwear. 
She gaped. 
Was it art? 
She went to look closer, and that’s when the foot in question - -  moved. 
“It’s me,” a deep familiar voice said all of a sudden. 
“What?” she said, startled, backing away. “...Sherlock?!”
A beat past. 
“Yes?”
“What the hell are you doing in the chimney?” she hissed, bending down, looking up to see that he was wedged in there somehow. 
But she couldn’t see his face. 
She had no idea from what direction he came, whether he’d gone through the house or from the roof. She also had no idea why on earth he was there to begin with. How could she? Normal people didn’t do these things!
“No time to explain.”
“No time? What the hell-,” and that’s when she heard footsteps. Brian! He was returning. 
Molly leapt back to where she’d been sitting, trying to look less flustered than she was. Hoping she was blocking the feet from his line of sight. 
“There was nobody at the door-,” he stopped in his steps. “Are you cold?”
“Oh no,” she said quickly, trying to figure it out while he was stretching for the remote. 
“You sure, because-,” he said, remote in hand. 
“No!” she said. “No! No fire, thank you.”
“Um, alright?” he said, eyebrow raised. 
How was she going to explain this? How?! She had no explanation. Sherlock had given her none, though none would work either. There was no logical reason he’d hidden himself in Brian’s chimney, except if it was a case. Was there a case? Now she wasn’t certain. Maybe Brian’s decor should have tipped her off. White walls, bare to minimum furniture, and all of them uncomfortable, besides violent art - he could be a ruddy serial killer from the looks of it. “ - - Are you a serial killer?” 
She might not have thought that one through, and from Brian’s reaction, besides a low laugh behind her - she was probably wrong. 
“Is this a normal fifth date conversation for you?” Brian said while looking slightly put off. 
He’d clearly heard the laugh, eyes slightly narrowed. 
She was about to speak, about to hopefully say something clever and not at all accusatory. 
“It’s a valid question.”
It wasn’t her who said that - - -  nor was it Brian. 
Molly squeezed her eyes shut for a mere second, trying to regain herself, while Brian stood there clearly shaken. 
“What’s going on?” he asked, and she couldn’t really answer that. 
“Sherlock Holmes is the name.”
He answered it for her. Of course. 
Brian didn’t know where to look. 
“He’s - - in the chimney.”
He stared at her for a few seconds in disbelief, but she stepped aside as Brian stepped forward. 
“Hello - - umm  - - Mr Holmes?”
“Hi.”
“What - - are you doing in my chimney?”
“I’d rather answer that after I’ve gotten out.”
Brian stepped back, but Sherlock did not step out. 
“Except I can’t…”
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“That could have been worse,” said Sherlock, a shock blanket enshrouding his shoulders while firemen were scattered about. 
She stood there with tightly crossed arms, her mouth in a frown, which it had been for the last couple of hours. It had taken the firemen ages to break Sherlock out of the fireplace, in that time Brian had asked a myriad of questions about their relationship. 
They didn’t have a relationship, or well, a functioning working relationship, and Brian being much more put together than she was feeling, despite his fireplace being disassembled, told her to question that relationship for a second. 
She’d avoided questioning it for months, letting that phone call slowly die out in her mind, or well, to the best of her ability. Molly, despite being one who seemed like she said I love you often, had not in fact ever been that sort of person. 
There were less than a handful of people she’d said that to, and one of those people was standing in front of her. 
It was also, hopefully, the last and first time she’d been forced to say it to someone as well. 
“It could have been better,” she returned grudgingly, eyeing Brian in the distance who was talking to one of the firemen, and who she suspected would not be asking for a sixth date. 
“You should get back-,”
She hated it when he did that, whatever it was, but she recognized it. She knew that look on his face, the sort of soft look, the sort of sad look... “He’s nice-,” he added in her silence. Sherlock was making a decision on her behalf again, and she hated when he did that. 
“Yeah, he is nice.”
“Then-,”
“Why am I still here?”
It sounded sharper than she meant, but he deserved it. 
“Why were you in the chimney?” she probed, again, he’d been avoiding the question. 
She was afraid he’d avoid it again. 
“I don’t know,” he said finally, though it was hardly an answer. 
“You don’t know?”
“I didn’t drop in.”
“No, you’re not Father Christmas.” 
He smiled, briefly, “John told me you were on a date, well, he told me you’d been on several-,”
“And?”
“I felt like being there.”
“In the chimney?” she said with a snort. 
“Obviously I didn’t intend to get stuck.”
“No, probably not, but you could have asked-,”
“Asked..?”
“Asked me out?” she said with a casual shrug, but it wasn’t at all casual. 
This was why she’d been nervous. She’d thought of turning Brian down already, of telling him they might just be friends, but nothing more. 
Sherlock looked completely caught off guard - the sort of doe-eyed look she expected from him - “Or you could just hide in my chimney next time,” she said grinning. 
“Not enough space for me-,”
“And your ego?” she questioned, still trying to keep the mood light. 
She had to. 
He still hadn’t asked. 
“Will you?”
“ - What?”
“Go out with me?”
“Yes?” she said with a laugh.
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muffin-n-waffle · 8 months
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🎶 Song Recs! 🎵
I wanna know what some of y’all’s fave songs are that make you think of our favorite detective and pathologist! Looking to add some more stuff to the playlist and I am brain dead at the moment. Let me know!!
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lilyroseluthor · 1 year
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Happy birthday, Sherlock ❤️
This was posted on the 221B page on Instagram.
"Can't wait to celebrate with you." - Molly
IF YOU KNOW WHAT I MEAN
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broadwaylover17 · 7 months
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Hi everyone! To kick off Sherlolly Screamfest, here is my Corpse Bride au trailer.
Hope you all like it!❤️
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ladysolitaire · 10 months
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Molly: You are pretty cute when you are nice.
Sherlock: What am I when I’m not nice?
Molly: Hot as fuck.
[insp]
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mel-loves-all · 7 months
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sherlolly screamfest 2023
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romancedream · 5 months
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mathilde-with-an-e · 6 months
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An idea is forming. A Jane Eyre/Sherlock fanvid. An ode to Sherlolly. Wish me luck peeps LOL The road ahead might be bumpy but I LOVE that concept. I MISS THEM YOUR HONOUR I NEED TO DO SOMETHING
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pennywaltzy · 2 months
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PROMPT POLL: Sherlock Holmes/Molly Hooper (Sherlolly - Sherlock)
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ohifonlyx33 · 1 year
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I was never the biggest Sherlock girlie during the peak of SuperWhoLock Era Tumblr. Just a casual enjoyer of Benedict Cucumbersnatch. In fact, when I finally gave in and watched it (during the wait for S4, probably), I didn't really think it quite lived up to The Hype around it at that time... I'm not really a crime detective girlie... I liked reading some of the meta and such. ANYWAY. All that to say, if you ask me I shrug and agree it's a fine show... But every now and then I see something sherlolly on my dash and I absolutely spiral. Like obsessed lowkey with Molly and Sherlock, even though they probably aren't even in my top 20 ships.
I just forget how absolutely fascinating those two are. Until it blinds me. They really were almost like breadcrumbs in the grand scheme of the show... But if vivisect the show and put the pieces back together, sherlolly can be found everywhere in the textures and patterns. little fingerprints here and there where it makes sense, even if it shouldn't. and some kind of crazy understated chemistry.
That being said, after watching some sherlolly videos, I want to ask the sherlolly stans a question about The Final Problem.... Euros was pretty vague in her reasoning. We know she was just doing research, but her hypothesis wasn't entirely clear... just that she wanted an emotional reaction.
While Euros is studying Sherlock's psyche, she says the impending death, as she understands it, is to be a tragedy... so much unlived life, and words left unsaid. John and Mycroft assume it's for someone who loves Sherlock, and yes they rightfully deduce coffin is meant for Molly... because everyone knows Molly fancies Sherlock. So what if the coffin was originally intended to be meant for someone loved by Sherlock. Someone who would die never knowing he loved her. Someone left alive after she died. Someone who would place that plaque on her coffin after her death... Because Sherlock would never TELL her those words while she was alive.
And Euros wasn't trying to torture Molly in particular.... She was trying to get to her brother... to see how Sherlock responds to emotional context. And she was trying to break him.
I think this is the unspoken interpretation that only Euros and maybe Sherlock really caught. IDK... thoughts?
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