#pcthologist

[taleswrittena]

@pcthologist sent

❛ if you won’t take care of yourself, then who will? ❜ — to Sherlock!! 👉🏻👈🏻

It is not the first time he's gone days without sleep. He'll be just fine, he always is. Though, is it really that noticeable that Molly had decided to say something? Surely he was doing a good job at hiding the exhaustion that threatens to overcome him?

Apparently, he was not and Sherlock is less than pleased with himself for it but ah well. Work must be done, crime never sleeps, and if he must suffer from exhaustion - then he will.

"I'm fine. I don't need anyone to take care of me."

[kingofthewebxxx]

🖼️ — 👉🏻👈🏻

[thenightmareofyourdrems]

@pcthologist sent: 𝔴𝔥𝔢𝔫’𝔰 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔩𝔞𝔰𝔱 𝔱𝔦𝔪𝔢 𝔶𝔬𝔲 𝔥𝔞𝔡 𝔞 𝔣𝔲𝔩𝔩 𝔫𝔦𝔤𝔥𝔱’𝔰 𝔯𝔢𝔰𝔱?

               ˜”*°•.       Briefly  averted  had  his  gaze  been ;  the  stack  of  papers  far  more  fascinating  than  such  unrelated  questions . ❝ Is  this  somehow  related  to  the  death  of  Mr  Kroston ? ❞  Doubt  filled  his  tone ,  eyes  once  more  coming  to  meet  the  files .  It  was  an  intriguing  case  the  one  they’d  stumbled  upon.  And  to  have  it  ruined  by  mundane  conversations  was  not  even  in  the  slightest  acceptable .     

[imjustanauthor]

📐 + for Charlie?? Molly’s around 5”3 👉🏻👈🏻

Send 📐 + your character's height to compare with one or more of mine!

[dontcxckitup]

📫 — just out of curiosity, I'd love to see what he'd send to lil' ol' Molly

@pcthologist

[itsusxallysubtext]

“ I'm fine. I just got excited and stopped breathing. ” - ( Molly ) @pcthologist​

        “Maybe you should get that CHECKED out.” John teases, the hint of a smile on his face. Now that the worst of it seems over, he can breathe more easily, too. Though he’s still not entirely what he’s really walked into. “What were you getting so excited about?”

[fangsforhire]

| ℒ |

~ @pcthologist

‘Precisely.’

Exclamation was made at the TV, listening to the newsman prattle about recent developments, the bulk of theories each as wacky as the next. Apparently Holmes had either survived by hurling onto a Barbie bouncy castle or was secretly made of elastic or some shit. He’d waved his hand in frustration, scoffing at the audacity of some people’s desperation to seek attention. ( Did anyone believe in this rubbish? ) About to turn off the idiocy, he’d come to pause as the talk turned to Moriarty, and how there was no body. Absolutely zilch and it was this that he was whole-heartedly agreeing with. It was kinda sus alright - not to mention unbelievable. Why wouldn’t Holmes have shouted from the roof tops that he’d won? Why wouldn’t he have enticed Moriarty’s men out of hiding? 

What had been the point of it all? He clearly had no issues in playing dead, only to return and expect everyone to roll out the red carpet. Talk about theatrical. It was adorable really that he believed he’d bested them; that Moriarty’s network was truly dismantled and the last of those loyal had gone over as M had liked to croon, to the side of the Angels. A stupid analogy in his opinion, considering that celestials were warriors, designed for various duties. Angelic may be a term human beings liked to throw around, but the divine were not fluffy bunnies in halos. Purlease, had no one read the Bible? 

Hand rubbed his forehead, turning up the volume and drowning out the rest of the world as he listened intently for any inclination that he wasn’t barking up the wrong tree - glaring as the weather took over, and Moriarty was mentioned no more. ( Ugh, fine. He’d have to do this alone - go with his original plan and make his way through Holmes's tribe. ) Starting with her, Molly Hooper, ‘ex-girlfriend’ of Jim from ‘It.’ Unbearable cat lover, mundane according to his former Boss - achingly ordinary. Fantastic. The only plus? Her occupation. 

Getting in and out would be child splay for he’d learned long ago, no one guarded the dead and Morgue’s were a sanctuary in their own right, the bodies deceased enough that he wouldn’t accidentally encounter those who dealt with resurrection. ( It was a relief, since he wasn’t oblivious as the rest of the population and was very much in the know. ) How they even could be so blind was beyond him; feet making their way from his safehouse, the stench of death already polluting his senses. Of course that was the downside to ambushing her there, coming to an abrupt stop in front of the gurney with a tilted head. Rotting corpse anyone?

‘Shame. They’re not the only one with rigor mortis setting in.’

[richardxoliverxmayhew]

you’re bleeding! — yes, Molly, astute observation, I'm so sorry for hER

RANDOM ACTION-THEMED PROMPTS: ACCEPTING II @pcthologist

"Thanks! Ye' too-- Wait... I'm wha'?" It was only then that Richard felt the slight trickle of blood drip down against his right temple. Shite. Perhaps, he had taken the fall a wee bit harder than he thought. "Och! I'm so sorry 'bout tha'! Erm... Righ'... I don't suppose ye' have any tissue or a face towel on ye' to help me stop the bleedin'?"

[governmentofficial]

“Blood? Are you bleeding?” — 👉🏻👈🏻

RP starters: Concern.

"No, Miss Hooper, I was eating a portion of chips and you are witnessing the remains of a tomato sauce spillage," Mycroft replied as he rolled his eyes, his words incredibly dry for a man that was currently bleeding. There was a large red patch very clearly spreading across his pristine white shirt. It was hardly hidden and, especially to a medical eye, it was obvious what the source of the stain was.

While it was true that Mycroft worked primarily from behind a desk, he was a man with many enemies and, on occasion, those enemies stuck out at him. Usually, this came to nothing. Tonight, though, one of them had got lucky.

Of course, Mycroft had been able to quickly rectify the situation but the less that was said about that, the better. Miss Hooper had no need to know such things - especially as the questions she would undoubtedly have could only be answered with classified information.

"I believe that I may require a few stitches. Usually under such circumstances, there is a doctor at work that I would visit. However, he is on holiday and I know for a fact that his replacement is accepting money from outside organisations." Sometimes, even when you knew there was a traitor in your midst, it was best to keep them on in order to ensure that their secret masters were not made aware that the ruse was up.

Mycroft removed his jacket, neatly laying it over the back of a chair before he returned to look at Molly. "You can fix this, yes?"

Under the circumstances, Mycroft had decided that she was his best bet for assistance. After all, he could hardly see Doctor Watson. If he did that, then Sherlock would find out near immediately, and then there would be all sorts of irritating questions.

[lightcreators]

last of us (show) starters //  @pcthologist

Grayness  of  his  eyes  offered  a  facial  incapacity  not  to  sulk  in  front  of  this  remark.  He  was  an  Malfoy  !  Everything  should  get  as  the  way  he  wanted  it  to  be.  It  was  the  mere  reason  of  his  name  he  was  holding.  It  was  his  little  right  to  do  as  much  as  he  pleased  without  be  scared  about  big  bad  consequences  !  Oh,  he  had  been  too  much  cruel  over  someone  ?  Why  should  he  care  ?  Oh,  he  almost  had  been  brutal  with  another  person,  the  poor  victim  was  crying  his  entire  heart  over  how  mean  and  heartless  he  had  been.  Why  should  be  care  ?  Dislike  of  reprimands  resonated  naturally  inside  every  corner  of  his  expression,  especially  when  it  was  coming  from  the  mother  of  someone  he  might  be  troublesome  a  bit  too  much  …  Personally,  he  saw  no  problem  Miss  Perfect  had  met  Mister  who  wanted  to  be  Perfect  and  Will  Be,  what  it  had  to  be  important  and  be  an  problem  ?  Though,  inside  silenced  refusal,  there  was  an  understanding  note  towards  the  advice.  Just,  he  was  Draco  Malfoy,  he  was  far  beyond  such  rule,  point.    ❝  I  should  just  accept  that  the  circumstances  aren't  as  I  wish,  right  ?  ❞  He  requested  confirmation  with  an  mocking  intent  inside  that  sentence.  Theoretically  he  should.  Internally,  there  was  laughing  disdain  over  hopeful  thoughts.  If  circumstances  weren't  on  his  side,  he  simply  had  to  made  sure  they  bend  to  his  will,  right  ?    ❝  Or  maybe  it's  an  invitation  to  work  harder  to  get  what  I  want  ☆That  means  I  haven't  worked  hard  enough for my wishes ☆  ❞

[bccksmarts]

just a bit of quickish art idk man,,, it's like a present and past thing and I LOVE IT Lyrics version under the cut!!

On the left, Hermione & Matilda On the right, Molly & Hermione

[taleswrittena]

@pcthologist sent “i half expected you to leave in the middle of the night.” — To Sherlock, ofc!! This doesn't have to be anything in relation to what the meme entails, but I thought it'd be sweet whether it is or isn't!!

morning after starters!!||accepting

For a brief few moments throughout the night, Sherlock had considered leaving in the middle of the night but he had decided to stay.

Was it guilty conscious or practicality? Sherlock had settled on the latter. It was only to keep her safe and watch over her, so that whoever was threatening her knew better than to try something.

They're just letters, strange letters that Sherlock wonders if he has a play in it. Molly is kind, sweet, and most of all she's harmless. Are they doing this to get to him? It must be no secret by now that Sherlock has been spending more and more time with the woman.

At first, the letters had been innocent. Creepy but innocent. Sherlock paid them very little attention until Molly had told him they were now threatening bodily harm. He cannot let that go.

There is a protective instinct in him that prevents him from leaving as well. No one will harm Molly as long as he is here. No one harms anyone he cares for (even if he denies such feelings).

He had settled upon the couch but had not slept at all. He cannot sleep, he cannot let his guard down, and it would not be the first time Sherlock has gone hours, even days, without sleep.

When Molly enters the room and speaks up, Sherlock looks up at her from his spot lounging across the couch. Is it really that surprising?

"You asked me to stay. I stayed."

I won't let any harm come to you, Molly Hooper.

[kingofthewebxxx]

✪ puts this here....

Send me ✪ and my muse will tell you what they’d like to do to/with yours.

One  ✦ = They don’t want to do this at all.

Five  ✦ = They would die to be doing this!

(Zero  ✦  = “Wat?!”)

My muse would like too…

✦ ✦ ✧ ✧ ✧  dance with your muse.

✧ ✧ ✧ ✧ ✧  sing for your muse.

✦ ✦ ✧ ✧ ✧  ask your muse out on a date.

✧ ✧ ✧ ✧ ✧  take a bath with your muse.

✦ ✧ ✧ ✧ ✧  hold your muse tight.

✦ ✦ ✧ ✧ ✧  lean onto your muse.

✦ ✦ ✦ ✧ ✧  kiss your muse.

✦ ✦ ✧ ✧ ✧  sleep with your muse.

✦ ✧ ✧ ✧ ✧  marry your muse.

✦ ✧ ✧ ✧ ✧  watch your muse sleep.

✦ ✧ ✧ ✧ ✧  cuddle your muse.

✦ ✧ ✧ ✧ ✧  go to a party with your muse.

✦  ✧ ✧ ✧ ✧  watch a movie with your muse

✧ ✧ ✧ ✧ ✧  play video games with your muse

✧ ✧ ✧ ✧ ✧  steal horses with your muse.

✧ ✧ ✧ ✧ ✧  cook together with your muse.

✦ ✧ ✧ ✧ ✧  support your muse’s hobbies. 

✦ ✦ ✧ ✧ ✧  get drunk with your muse.

✦ ✦ ✦ ✧ ✧  watch your muse cry.

✦ ✦ ✧ ✧ ✧  send your muse away.

✦ ✦ ✦ ✦ ✦  make your muse trip.

✦ ✦ ✧ ✧ ✧  deny your muse’s existence.

✦ ✧ ✧ ✧ ✧  slap your muse.

✦ ✦ ✦ ✦ ✧  crush your muse’s dreams

✦ ✦ ✦ ✧ ✧  set your muse’s home on fire.

✦ ✦ ✧ ✧ ✧  kill your muse.

“Not Glee again”

[freak1ish]

what kind of art would someone make about you?

POETRY You choose your words carefully and your words will be heard. You’re smart as hell. you know it and so does everyone else and you carry yourself with a sort of confidence. You’re a bit of an artist yourself, even if unintentional. you can find beauty in mundanity but you also know when to be a realist. People fall in love with you because you are a confident mystery and they're dying to find out more. you fear that this attraction that people have to you is based purely in curiosity and nothing else.

Tagged by. Taken from @talentforlying Tagging. @endl0ss @5creamer @pcthologist @untilthcyrot ( to any of your muses ) @iviaw @lycanstark @traumapyre @winchvsters @therelentless @aercnaut @viciousgold @2kyears @ratkiing @pantslessoptimism @huntrcsss @smogflesh and anyone else who sees this.

[imjustanauthor]

@pcthologist (from Charlie)

He wasn’t supposed to be in the morgue. Of course, most people didn't know that - in fact, there were a good amount of employees that recognised him from before his accident, and they just assumed that he was meant to be there. There were new faces too, but a flash of his warrant card was enough to convince them that he was on official police business.

In reality, Charlie was trying his luck. As grateful as he was to be allowed to return to work, he was still resentful of the fact that he'd been moved onto cold cases exclusively. He felt like... Well, he supposed he felt like some kind of pet. An old dog, no longer useful but kept around out of pity. That wasn't the case, though! He was still perfectly capable of doing job, and Charlie reckoned that if he could prove that, then he'd have to be brought back into one of the main teams.

His plan was simple: gain access to a tricky case, spot something that nobody else had, then single-handedly solve the entire thing. Okay, maybe it was easier said than done, but he still had to try, right?

Finding a suitable case had been a little tricky, but Charlie had got there eventually. The key was to find something weird, but not so weird that anybody called in that Holmes bloke. While he was confident that he could solve them too, Charlie simply didn't want to risk having to deal with the man.

With copies of the case he'd found in hand, he'd made his way over to the morgue to try and get a look at the body. Was what he was doing allowed? Oh, God no. But as long as he kept it secret, then what was the issue? After all, it wasn't like he was hurting anyone. Quite the opposite, actually!

Charlie was glad to see that it was Molly on duty when he arrived. He remembered her being nice. He also remembered her being competent and, most importantly, having a habit of working with Holmes. If she worked with the man, then why wouldn't she work with him too? At least Charlie was an actual detective.

"Miss Hooper? Long time no see, eh?" Charlie said as he approached her, a polite smile on his face. "I've come to see the body that was found in the river yesterday. I know it's very last minute notice, but I don't suppose you could get it out for me? I promise I'll be quick."

[fluorescentmortem]

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