Molly's Meadow

I've started working on the crochet version of Molly's sweater. The colors are intentionally not the same as in the original, but I get a similar vibe.

Not his division

Not working for her

Not gay

Not a psychopath (high functioning sociopath)

The Government™

Gay antagonist part 1

Gay antagonist part 2 (feminism edition)

Mary

Sweet old woman who was at some point in time a part of the mafia

Cheating on his wife with his side chick

okay first of all!!

Moriarty using her to get close to Sherlock. Imagine your life has been centered around having a huge crush on someone who repeatedly denies/insults your very existence, only to meet someone who is sweet and kind - and to find out that he used you to get to the very person you loved in the first place. Anyone who's been used in a relationship for any reason will tell you it is horrible and it's unfair. Yet did we see any kind of apology, PROPERLY, from Sherlock?? Not to my satisfaction, no.

i hate that she was basically just the most side-character ever to side-character. Yes she had lots of lines and appeared in basically every episode, but where was backstory??? Beyond her just being down bad for Sherlock and his ilk, she had nothing else to her name. I wanted to uncover something, to see that Molly Hooper had secrets, hidden pasts, that would shock even Sherlock.

i wanted her to smack sherlock round the face again. I wanted her to do it every time he was cruel to her.

THE CHRISTMAS PARTY COMMENT. Honestly i actually could have hit sherlock then. I know that's his character and his persona and all but we got ZERO karma coming his way (i'd have liked to see him fall down the 221b stairs at least once)

The morning he prepared two cups of tea instead of one.

The afternoon he came back from grocery shopping and realised he doesn’t have to place all the food so carefully not to touch the body parts in the fridge.

The night he could’ve slept through because no one was playing violin at 3 AM anymore but couldn’t get himself to even close his eyes as he feared that he might forget how Sherlock’s sharp gaze felt.

John could never truly understand how much he meant to Sherlock.

The night he thought all he could do with his brilliant brain was to vanish for years and endure not only physical but psychological pain of John’s absence.

The dawn he tried to tell John what his funny brain has come up with but didn’t find anyone by his side.

The morning he knew he could come back to London for the first time in years and the first thing popped up in his mind was to see John.

They both ridiculously underestimate their significance to the other.

John isn’t with Sherlock only because of the adrenaline he feels. He’s there also for the serotonin he feels listening to Wagner played by the delicate yet passionate fingers of the consulting detective.

Sherlock isn’t with John because of the sweet words he gives like “brilliant”. He’s there also for the scolding words like “Stop” that calm him down (occasionally).