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[owl] : You WHAT with my cousin? (Also which cousin, I have thirty).
[owl]: I feel like you want me to apologise but I did nothing wrong[owl]: this is just what happens when I go to weddings[owl]: your dad isn’t seeing anyone, is he?
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Strange how the very place you met Bubbles is also the place where you made your biggest mistake.
#molly#molly lumberjanes#lumberjanes#molly lj#lj#weve been talking alot of the voice au (tm tm) in the discord so i wante dto dra wmolly
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Are You Happy?
a oneshot written for the lovely @elennemigo! Sorry it took so long to post! I had hit my post limit earlier. I hope you enjoy!
“I hope you’ll be very happy, Molly Hooper. You deserve it.”
Molly couldn’t get Sherlock’s words out of her head. She could deny it in front of everyone else, but she couldn’t lie to herself any longer…she was still in love with Sherlock Holmes. Molly scrubbed her counters even harder out of frustration.
“Stress cleaning again?” a rich baritone voice asked from behind. His voice.
“Damn it,” she groaned, burying her face into her arms. Sherlock was at a loss on what to do for the woman crying over her kitchen counter.
“Molly, what’s—“
“Don’t,” Molly spoke firmly. “Why are you even here? Do you get some sort of sick satisfaction from butting into my life?”
“I—Molly—“
“I was getting over you, why did you have to come back!?” she sobbed. Sherlock’s face fell and Molly knew too late what she had said.
“Do you wish I hadn’t?” he asked. “If you wanted to be rid of me, you shouldn’t have helped me.” He slumped down on the sofa, his head dropping into his hands.
“God, Sherlock, I didn’t mean it,” Molly said softly, approaching him. She seated herself beside him, hesitantly prying his hands away from his face. “I’m so sorry. Of course I wanted you to come back; I missed you.”
“Are you happy?” he inquired.
“I—what?” she paused. “Yes, I’m happy that you’re here and alive.”
“I meant with—Tom?—yes, Tom,” Sherlock confirmed. Before she could answer, he spoke again. “Of course you are. You must be.” She could never be happy with me, he thought as he stood up.
“Sherlock, where are you going?” Molly asked.
“I need to think,” was all he replied with. That was the last time Molly saw him before he went to seek her help for John’s bachelor party. And it was that same night she received a stream of drunk texts from him. John must’ve sabotaged Sherlock’s efforts.
Pbe happy, wmolly. –SH
I’m sorwry im’ such a git. –SH
You desreve better. –SH
I lucod nkever make you happuy. -SH
Sherlock looked on as Molly danced with Tom. He knew he had thrown it all away; his chances had run out. Even if he still had one chance left, there was no doubt in his mind that he would cock it up. So he left, unaware of a sad pair of brown eyes following his every step.
“You’re wrong you know,” a strong, sweet voice rang in his ears. Her voice. He turned around to face her. She had run out after him for some unknown reason.
“Oh?” Sherlock questioned, attempting to keep his composure at hearing his own words relayed back to him.
“You could make me happy, truly,” Molly told him. “I mean, if that’s still what you want. I think I could make you happy too. You deserve it. We both do.”
“What about Tom?” he asked. Molly held up her left hand, her ring finger bare.
“It wasn’t working out; there was something wrong,” she said.
“And what was wrong?” he pried further. Molly stepped closer to him, taking his hands in hers.
“He wasn’t you,” she admitted. “Come back inside, dance with me.” Wordlessly, he allowed her to lead him back inside. They danced together more than their friends who were now married. Sherlock loved having her in his arms, twirling her around and seeing her smile just for him.
“Are you happy?” Sherlock asked her.
“You tell me,” Molly smirked, tugging on the lapels of his jacket to press her lips against his tenderly. He melted into her, never wanting the moment to end. Oh, what a night, indeed, he smiled against her mouth.
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Managing a Disability & Your Mental Health w/Molly Burke & therapist Kati Morton
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See the rest of the story at http://www.okcarehealth.com/managing-a-disability-your-mental-health-wmolly-burke-therapist-kati-morton/
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[text] My house smells like bleach. Also, I do not feel bad about all the stuff I stole from the hospital while I was there.
[text - danger do not drunk text 0/10 bad choice]: awwww look at you[text - danger do not drunk text 0/10 bad choice]: kicked out of hogwarts and now your first theft[text - danger do not drunk text 0/10 bad choice]: you make an old man so proud :’)
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Send me a ♪ for a song that reminds me of our muses and my favorite lyrics from it; andSend me a ϟ for a plot I think would be fun for your muse/our muses (I’m doing these together because it’s the only way I could think of a song for them rip)
Mercy - Muse
But now I'm losing men in cloaksAlways seem to run the showSave me from the ghosts and shadowsBefore they eat my soul
Rion messes up. Big Time. Like super Big Time. As in has to run away from a lot of the stuff he has going on or else he’ll die Big Time. So he ends up going to the one person he thinks might help him: Molly. He is perpetually displeased at this state of affairs.
Send me a ♥ for one thing my muse likes about yours
He wouldn’t ever admit it, but Rion admires Molly’s intelligence and drive, as near to being considered his equal than most other people. Of all of the people he would least like to find himself working against, Molly is definitely high on the list.
Send me a ⊗ for one thing my muse dislikes about yours
Molly is still too committed to more conventional senses of right and wrong for his liking, something which he considers to be a constraint on her ability to succeed. It makes him seriously doubt just how much of a chance she has at survival.
Send me a ؟ for a random thought my muse has about yours
Occasionally, Rion thinks about just how close Molly is with Lucy and whether the younger girl told her sister about them. It would certainly be disastrous for him if she did know and Rion hopes, for his own sake, that Lucy understands the necessity of secrecy.
Send me a ≠ for something my muse would never say to your muse
“I need your help.”
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[text] You leave a trail of fuck everywhere you go
[text - danger do not drunk text 0/10 bad choice]: look[text - danger do not drunk text 0/10 bad choice]: just bc you need to get laid, weasley[text - danger do not drunk text 0/10 bad choice]: no reason to take out your frustration on everyone else[text - danger do not drunk text 0/10 bad choice]: I can think of plenty of people who’d be happy to help
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[text] And when I feel bad about myself I go to the library and suck my pen over an open book, counting the seconds until a guy sits across from me and tries to get my attention
[text - danger do not drunk text 0/10 bad choice]: on behalf of all men I would just like to say that that move is incredibly rude[text - danger do not drunk text 0/10 bad choice]: there were half a dozen different girls doing that last time I was in a library[text - danger do not drunk text 0/10 bad choice]: damn near forgot what I went in there for[text - danger do not drunk text 0/10 bad choice]: had to go around with my books suspiciously low too
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