#mollydoescount

wasnt it just the most annoying thing to watch i thought it was gonna bring me beautiful scruffy benedict but good god the movie made me want to throw my laptop

UVU OMG BLUSHSHSHHEES  A LOT

trust me 

it’s a huge decision to put my photo out ok because apparently sometimes people don’t like seeing other people’s faces??? idek.

By snobbymrdouchey no less.

RULES:

1. Post the rules. 2. Answer the questions the tagger set for you in the post then make new ones. 3. Tag 11 people and link them to your post. 4. Let them know you tagged them.

1. What song can you not get out of your head? "I Could Have Danced All Night" from My Fair Lady. Don't ask how. In fact, it's got so bad, I was once humming it to myself in the car. Said humming resulted in The Mother and I singing it all the way to the end. With harmonies and everything.

2. If you magically had the ability to pick up any hobby that you’re interested in but don’t have the time to learn, what would it be? Oh, god. Um... Exercise? Painting? Anything that makes me seem vaguely cultured?

3. What item do you own that you don’t know why you still have it, but you can’t bring yourself to get rid of it? A ratty string of beads with little bells on that ring when I trace my fingers over them. It's been with me since childhood, but I have no idea what they're for or where they come from. Yet I can't throw them out--they're kind of comforting really.

4. What internet meme do you feel is played out, but you can’t stop laughing when you see it? "Surprise bitch. Bet you thought you'd seen the last of me." Done badly, it's worthy of an extreme eye-roll. Done right, it has me laughing on the floor for ages. (Example: the aftermath of "His Last Vow".)

5. What is your favorite movie quote? "Get it? Got it. Good." It's actually a dialogue exchange from The Court Jester, but it's got a lovely rhythm to it. Whenever I (or someone in my family) takes ages to explain something, someone will inevitably--at the end--say "Get it?" It snowballs from there.

6. Describe the room you are currently in. Living room. Two chairs, one sofa. Two side tables, one coffee table. Television right opposite me. Two unorganized shelves of DVDs to the right of the television. Between that, a closed fireplace with an electric fire. To the left of that, one shelf of files. Books on a shelf above the television. Seven cushions, anywhere and everywhere. One guitar in the corner. One very smelly dog beside me.

7. What is your favorite beverage? Hot chocolate! Extra thick, with extra milk. All the extra, basically.

8. Do you have any pets? If so, what are they and what are their names? Three. Two cats (pictures here and here), one aforementioned smelly dog. The cats are half-brother and sister. One's a tabby, grey and enormously fat whilst the other's sleek, black (except for a white star shaped mark on her belly). They both have utterly stupid names because me and my sister were quite young when we got them. The grey tabby's named Storm, and the black cat's named Starlight. Over the years however, their names have sort of dissolved and we tend to address them by a variety of nicknames and swearwords.

The aforementioned smelly dog is a Lhasa Apso and his name's Barney. Akin to the cats though, he's mostly known by nicknames. The Mother tends to call him "Barnester" or when she's calling him, "Barney-woo" (so naturally, he only replies to that which has led to a few public moments of embarrassment.) I tend to tell him "Fluff Brain", "Moron", "Idiot" or "Stupid Dog"--but only because I adore him and want to smother him with endless cuddles. (You can see a picture of him here.)

9. Are you left handed, right handed or ambidextrous? Right handed for the most part, left handed when I want to make life difficult.

10. What was the last book you read? Did you like it? Technically, the last book I read was Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix (which was for an assignment). I liked what I was reading, but I hated the reason why I was reading it. (I tend to loathe in-depth literature analysis--it consistently treads a fine line between interesting and pretentious.)

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My questions:

1. Do you tend to watch old or new movies? Which do you prefer?

2. Do you have one specific favourite music genre? Or do you like a little bit of everything?

3. What's your favourite movie you've seen so far this year?

4. Or indeed, what was your favourite movie you saw last year?

5. What's the biggest amount of money you've spent in one go? Why?

6. American or British comedy?

7. What holidays do you celebrate? Of those, which is your favourite?

8. Favourite plot twist in a movie?

9. Which song lyric/song describes you the most?

10. Are you a putter or a leaver? (Difference explained here. Skip to 5:47.)

Now for the tagging! I assure you, this is completely and utterly random.

Rules: In a text post, list 10 books that have stayed with you in some way. Don’t take but a few minutes, and don’t think too hard—they don’t have to be the “right” or “great” works, just the ones that have touched you. 

Tag 10 friends, including me, so I’ll see your list. Make sure you let your friends know you’ve tagged them!

My sisters keeper by Jodi Picoult

Room by Emma Donoghue

All three hunger games books by Suzanna Collins

Ghost girl by Torey Hayden

House Rules by Jodi Picoult

One day at a time Danielle Steel

The fault in our stars John Green

Rules: In a text post, list 10 books that have stayed with you in some way. Don’t take but a few minutes, and don’t think too hard—they don’t have to be the “right” or “great” works, just the ones that have touched you. 

Tag 10 5 friends, including me, so I’ll see your list. Make sure you let your friends know you’ve tagged them!

Pride and Prejudice by Jane Austen

Jane Eyre by Charlotte Bronte

The Shadow of the Wind by Carlos Ruiz Zafón 

Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban by J.K. Rowling 

One Day by David Nicholls 

The Time Traveller’s Wife by Audrey Niffenegger

Never Mind by Edward St Aubyn 

Bridget Jones Diary: The Edge of Reason by Helen Fielding 

Little Women by Louisa May Alcott 

To Kill a Mockingbird by Harper Lee 

Post-The Sign of Three spoilers. 

Mollydoescount aka Bencumber prompted me to do something based on this post. I tried love, I tried (aka I am theprivatelifeofsherlockholmes if there is any confusion). 

“Oh John – lovely to see you – where’s Sherlock?” said Angelo who was still donning a ponytail eyeing his wife Mary, as they’d just taken off their coats stepping inside the restaurant.

John frowned as he settled down by a table, “This is my wife Mary, actually.”

“Oh – oh – right - hello,” said the man rather flustered, “Well – well – it’s on the house!”

They were soon seated, menus and glasses of water handed out, while John tried to ignore answering any of Angelo’s questions concerning ‘Sherlock’.

Mary however was grinning at him wickedly, hidden behind her menu, but the second Angelo wandered off John’s bubble burst - “Don’t,” he said with a stern voice, as she broke out in laughter making him soften instantly.   

“Does everyone think you’re gay? Since pretty much all the shops near Baker Street are filled with people asking about your boyfriend,” she said in a low voice before adding,  “Though sometimes it does feel like I am married to two men, minus the-,”

He grimaced, “God – no – don’t - oh shut up, or I’ll-,” 

“You already have,” she said, “So – bringing me to the restaurant you and Sherlock had your first date in? Fun.”

He snorted, closing the menu before him shut as he said, “You’re really not helping, anyway like I said – you know – there was the woman…but I just don’t think he’s built that way.”

“What – way?” said Mary with raised brows.

“You know, he’s kind of – well – he’s not – he can barely talk to people in general without it having to be about murders and stuff, so I can’t actually imagine him having a girlfriend,” he said taking a sip of his wine.

“Ok, let’s just imagine he had a girlfriend – what kind of woman would that be?”

“I really hope you’re not suggesting-,”

“Janine? Oh no, she didn’t fancy him at all, thought he was nice, except he seemed to be-,”

Angelo reappeared at their table, and John noted that they hadn’t received a candle, “Have you two decided then?”

“Err – yes-,” said John smiling, giving their order, and upon receiving it Angelo muttered something indistinctively, “Sorry – what was that?” 

“Oh well, err -,” said the man clearing his voice, “Sherlock brought a woman years ago…obviously to prove a point as well…and believe me-,”

“What?” said John gaping.

—

Somehow Mary hadn’t at all been surprised when Angelo announced that a sweet woman named Molly had accompanied Sherlock to disastrous effect. The evening ended with her sitting alone, eating a large size of complimentary chips, when Sherlock had to handle a case (which sounded more like an excuse due to nerves according to Mary). 

John couldn’t understand how it wasn’t amazing that his best friend who at large was ‘married to his work’ had gone on an actual date with an actual woman, except the bit with him having left of course. He wasn’t a stranger to suddenly looking at the end of the table in the middle of a meal to find the man had vanished, but it still counted as a ‘date’. Considering everything somehow it wasn’t entirely mad that Sherlock was interested in Molly. After all they had a lot in common, and he used to spend a lot of time at St Bart’s before…except after Molly’s engagement. 

His smugness was short-lived when Mary pointed out that Janine had more or less spotted Sherlock staring daggers at Molly’s fiancé Tom, while keeping an eye on the woman in yellow most of the evening, “She wondered a bit about that really. He didn’t once go and talk to her, kept his distance – and she didn’t realise until she knew Molly was engaged.”

“He’s been going on about engaged women being off-limits lately.”

“Do you think…” it lingered in the air, the idea that his best mate had finally become very human. He had always been human, but it was the first time Sherlock seemed to acknowledge that he was.

“If he is…I don’t think me talking to him would help,” said John clearing his throat awkwardly.

“You’re actually nervous, aren’t you?”

“What?”

“That if he gets a girlfriend he might only bring her to cases, instead of you.”

“Well – he already did that with Molly, and he actually –,”

“You’ve gotten married and you still haven’t forgotten him! Look – we – even went to Angelo’s tonight, and you’ve said that you’ve been worried he’d get lonely…A girlfriend would be a good thing. He has to grow up at some point.”

“Except Molly’s engaged, isn’t she? And she even seems happy…no wonder he’s been keeping his distance lately.”

Mary’s smile dropped, remerging again as she said, “I don’t suppose Tom’s an evil mastermind either, is he?”

“No, Sherlock checked,” said John, before he laughed, “God, he’s been so bloody obvious. He knows Tom’s name, but he never ever remember Greg’s – even asking Molly for help about the stag…He actually properly fancies her-,” 

“Not that it helps him much in this case with her being engaged, and all-,”

“No, I suppose not…so…I better not say anything?”

“Let’s just wait and see what happens…”

—

“Sherlock! John! How lovely to see you here – it’s been ages-,” said Angelo in his booming voice, shaking Sherlock by the hand enthusiastically. 

dont even ask me how many times ive seen reichenbach because i promise you i have no idea anymore