#londonlestrade

August Jacobs  ღ:  Love/Sexuality Headcanon:  August considers himself a demisexual; he may form a sexual attraction with someone once he forms an emotional attachment.  He's very tender and loving, and extremely loyal when in a relationship, however, he's only had a few relationships in his time.  †:  Religion Headcanon:  He was raised Catholic and still practices.  He wears a small charm around his neck that is St. Jude, patron saint of lost causes.  ✄:  Pet Peeve Headcanon:  Gus absolutely positively hates...HATES when people open the blinds in his bedroom to let the sun shine in and wake him up.  He becomes quite grumpy, and isn't above resorting to colorful language and tossing things.  He doesn't like being abruptly woke up.  

Molly Hooper  ♕:  Childhood Headcanon:  Molly was a bit of a loner growing up, a little too smart and a little too peculiar for the other children to really understand.  So she kept to herself, spent time alone between the pages of a book.  Thus making her a bit of a bookworm, and a bit awkward in social situations.✿:  Happiness Headcanon:  Molly is quite a happy person, regardless of what is going on around her.  She has her moments, and she is quite tenderhearted and easily hurt, she is easy to make happy.  She's not big into material items (Though a book does wonders for her morale), she loves the little things.  Spending time with her, or surprising her by showing up.

Happiness Headcanon - Sherlock occasionally takes his violin and goes out busking. He enjoys being out and about amidst London's clamour and bustle, and playing against it is a peculiar sort of contentment he rarely finds elsewhere. 

[Text to: 7583GL] Thank you for taking me to the hospital for my arm. I really do appreciate it. [/Text deleted]

If you translate Harry's little French speaking moment she might have suggested something ;)

     His text verified he'd be coming down to the morgue, even on his day off.  Why Greg agreed to it, Molly didn't quite understand, nor did she understand why her stomach felt in knots when he said he wanted to ask her out again (and on a date that wasn't her birthday).  She half expected Sherlock to be down here, as he nearly always was on a case, but maybe he'd gotten hung up doing something else...which she was grateful for.  She loved the quiet of the morgue and lab, even if she were mostly surrounded by death and destruction from someone ravaging London with violence.  But there was something mildly comforting about the cold, sterile environment.  Maybe it was the fact that in these moments she could spend her time thinking in the silence.  She'd long since gotten over sherlock and her infatuation with him and once she realized that...she was ten shades of happier.  Which led her to here and now, sitting up on the first examination table that faced the door, holding two cans of silly string spray purchased from a toy shop just down the road from St. Bart's.  And the moment Greg Lestrade came through those doors, he'd be on the business end of the sticky, weird spray.

"Get your knickers out of your ass, Greggy, I'm coming!  I know you miss me, but you can't rush perfection."  

"Dance it out with me Greggy, c'mon. Don't be grumpy this morning, it's early but it's a beautiful not rainy day in London..."