OH.MY.GOD. 8D
BEST ONE EVER
SHRIEKING
It’s as if the three of them share a singular closet full of nothing but ostentatious hats and eccentrically patterned scarves.
![sthpiders:
lizdexia:
There is a trend in media for strong women who are outwardly so. They are witty, snarky, toned, and know how to hold a gun. The role model being pushed is that of the ultimate woman. It’s progress – I wouldn’t trade River Song for a hundred people from Hollywood’s past – but there’s a silent repercussion, a fortification of the idea that women have to be twice as accomplished to be considered half as good, to deserve this screen time at all. They are always extraordinary, always the one in a million. Importantly, there’s no variety – only one mould to fit ourselves into. A great mould, yes, but not if you don’t fit into it.
Molly Hooper is different. Molly Hooper is kind, thoughtful, always smiling, and intelligent in a way that you don’t really notice until you remember she’s a pathologist. She asks after people and cares about the answers, remembers little details because everything someone says is important. She probably still remembers how Sherlock likes his coffee. Her blog is pink, covered in kittens, and uses Comic Sans. She blunders her way through speaking, has serious foot-in-mouth syndrome, and can’t put on a pair of plastic gloves without making faces. She is one of the strongest women I have ever seen.
She puts up with what can only be described as “total bullshit.” You might say that makes her a bit of a doormat, but for people like Molly (like me), who like kindness and hate conflict, it takes serious guts to call someone on their behaviour and say you’re hurting me. It takes guts to carry that kind of unrequited love and still first and foremost be a friend, to ask what do you need? Molly Hooper makes Sherlock Holmes, a man who can barely articulate anything beyond the scientific, try to be kinder. In the end, Molly isn’t the woman who counts [like Irene Adler], but the friend.
The Real Woman: Why Molly Hooper Is The One Who Counts
Bless this post. It articulates all the reasons why I love Molly so perfectly.
I would take one Molly over a hundred Irenes.
I get angry with Sherlock when he mistreats her, and that’s saying a LOT, considering Sherlock to me can do no wrong.](http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lyvv413PnC1qitmgyo1_400.gif)
There is a trend in media for strong women who are outwardly so. They are witty, snarky, toned, and know how to hold a gun. The role model being pushed is that of the ultimate woman. It’s progress – I wouldn’t trade River Song for a hundred people from Hollywood’s past – but there’s a silent repercussion, a fortification of the idea that women have to be twice as accomplished to be considered half as good, to deserve this screen time at all. They are always extraordinary, always the one in a million. Importantly, there’s no variety – only one mould to fit ourselves into. A great mould, yes, but not if you don’t fit into it.
Molly Hooper is different. Molly Hooper is kind, thoughtful, always smiling, and intelligent in a way that you don’t really notice until you remember she’s a pathologist. She asks after people and cares about the answers, remembers little details because everything someone says is important. She probably still remembers how Sherlock likes his coffee. Her blog is pink, covered in kittens, and uses Comic Sans. She blunders her way through speaking, has serious foot-in-mouth syndrome, and can’t put on a pair of plastic gloves without making faces. She is one of the strongest women I have ever seen.
She puts up with what can only be described as “total bullshit.” You might say that makes her a bit of a doormat, but for people like Molly (like me), who like kindness and hate conflict, it takes serious guts to call someone on their behaviour and say you’re hurting me. It takes guts to carry that kind of unrequited love and still first and foremost be a friend, to ask what do you need? Molly Hooper makes Sherlock Holmes, a man who can barely articulate anything beyond the scientific, try to be kinder. In the end, Molly isn’t the woman who counts [like Irene Adler], but the friend.
The Real Woman: Why Molly Hooper Is The One Who CountsBless this post. It articulates all the reasons why I love Molly so perfectly.
I would take one Molly over a hundred Irenes.
I get angry with Sherlock when he mistreats her, and that’s saying a LOT, considering Sherlock to me can do no wrong.
And then, even the King began to wonder…
#can i just say the story-telling in this episode was astronomical? #also lestrade #god the poor guy is just trying to solve some goddamn murders before other people get killed #so he saves this brilliant acebric boy from pumping himself full of drugs and hires him on a few cases #and then before he knows it he’s started to rely on him even though he thought it would have been the other way around #but he’d taken it for granted that sherlock would always be there - and why would anyone question him? lestrade’s heart was set #sherlock holmes was a good man and one day he could be a great one #and just when maybe he’s got a foothold on becoming this great man everyone starts to doubt him #and lestrade probably hates himself for it but the doubt gets him too #but now - after the phone call - after hearing the definitive words from molly’s lips and seeing the haunted look of a war lost back on #john’s face it sinks in: this is real and sherlock holmes is dead #and now every time he closes his eyes he sees that boy he helped save who chose to help save others #and all he can think is that the last time they saw each other he was trying to arrest him #and he never got to say goodbye
THESE ARE THE MOST PAINFUL OF TAGS
doodled this in class just because.
Have you ever wondered what Jim does the rest of the time? just sayin
Anger management classes
Very good, sir.
tinker-timelord-detective-doctor:
Mark omg
oh my godtissMARK GATISS IS PERFECT.
PRAISE HIM.
Mark, you are my role model.
