(Source: joanwatsonss)
(Source: not-my-three-patch-problem)
ZombieLock!
The Walking Dead Escape ComicCon
More amazing arts by Inklou
#because let’s be real — in a situation with zombies sherlock would most likely fuck around and get himself bitten #and john’s a soldier and a doctor and realist so he’d know what would have to be done eventually #but that wouldn’t stop him from cleaning and bandaging the wound even as he berated sherlock for being an idiot #for doing something so fucking stupid even though john had warned him time and time again not to get too close #not to try this or that or to collect data he had told him just to stay away #and now john knows deep in his gut what he has to do #sherlock offers to leave or even to let john barricade him in the bathroom until the change is done but no #john watches #he watches him die — again — and knows it’s for real this time #and once again he lets the soldier take over when he puts a bullet between his eyes #no hesitation because john’s gotten pretty damn good at ignoring a breaking heart #and when it’s done and he’s lost the last bit of tether he had to humanity john starts packing #he isn’t going to walk out into a hoard of zombies and sacrifice himself though #john can help people #he has skills others don’t and he can still do good even though he already feels dead #so he packs his supplies and the last of his ammo and leaves baker street under cover of darkness with a blue scarf wrapped around his neck
derlaine asked for this
http://wtfbadromancecovers.tumblr.com/post/23224968032/
these are the things i have done with my life
![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](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 Counts
(Source: wholockianmisfit)
(Source: asofter221b)
