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what’s your favourite song(s) to sing/hum? Pirate songs and sea shanties. In college I was in a pirate band - we dressed up in nautical outfits and sang old sea shanties and Irish/British folk music. Consequently I know a lot of really, really old songs, like hundreds of years old; they’re my favorites to sing/hum. <3 

what’s your favourite flower/tree/plant? An oak tree. Strong and sure. 


favourite colours? Every shade of blue. Really, every one. 

what do you always doodle? These tiny triangle stick figures I made up in high school that are always playing soccer. I don’t know why.  


how do you take your coffee/tea? Coffee has to be, realistically, coffee-flavored sweet milk for me to like it, lol xD. I like mochas and lattes for that reason. Tea, depends on the type; I really do favor chai tea lattes. If I’m just making myself a cup at home I have it quite plain, or with a bit of sugar; I like the really flowery concoctions. Lipton can go fuck itself. xD

sunrise or sunset? Sunrise. It is a time of hope, given to us anew each day. Not that I find the soft fading into night any less beautiful, really. 

what perfume do you wear? I don’t, usually, but I still have this little bottle of green apple perfume my grandmother bought me like twelve years ago. Since I wear perfume so infrequently it’s still like 3/4 full. Also...she gave me another bottle as a gift that meant a lot to me, because my baby sister used to come into my room every single night to smell it, lolol. and my grandmother passed away a few years ago and the perfume still smells kind of like her, like the kind she used to wear. So really that’s my favorite bottle from the memories attached to it. <3 

what’s your go-to dance move when you’re alone? Bellydancing. I used to take classes and everything. I’m pretty good at it, but no one wants to see a fat girl bellydancing, so I do it alone, joyously. 


favourite quote? “There will come a time when you believe everything is finished. That will be the beginning.” Louse L’Amour.


fuzzy socks or house slippers? Ugh, socks, obviously! Slippers are fucking weird, man. SOCKS ALL THE WAY  xD


what colour are your eyes? The name’s brown. Dark brown. 


what’s your favourite eye colour on others? Bright, piercing blue <3 

favourite season? why? I used to like fall before it got all POPULAR. xD Now I’m not quite sure. 

cheek, neck, or nose kisses? ...Nose? I guess? 


favourite breed of dog? I barely know how to tell the difference between breeds. They are all dogs and are therefore all good.

favourite weather? Windy. I fucking love and adore the wind. I will go outside when the wind is blowing strong and laugh and laugh and laugh in utter, utter joy and delight. <3 

                    “ I already explained it to you. ” Rosie admonished, her tone may have conveyed some annoyance but it didn’t have any weight to it. If anything, she was more annoyed at having to explain something she felt was obvious to the man who usually knew everything. “ it’s father’s day. dad and i are going out AND YOU ARE COMING TOO. ”

“Anymore fun cases to get on Sherlock?” She mused, peering over his shoulder as Rosie played upon the floor, looking at the abundance of e-mails Sherlock received on the daily of people wanting his help. If she had a dollar for the cases her and Sherlock had gone on without John. “We haven’t had a good one for a few weeks.”

Eurus watched Sherlock balance the trays from one of the stone seats on the side of her cage. She could not even smell the chips; the air outside and inside the cell was kept separate, like everything else in her like.

Sherlock was being very kind, though, he was attempting to connect with her, and she watched him with her dark eyes and walked to the side to take them.

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Sherlock discarded the newspaper that was proving rather useless anyway and jogged back towards Molly, ducking under her umbrella. He took it from her to hold it a little higher above their heads, adjusting for the height difference.

“Thanks. I don’t suppose you have a towel at the lab.”

He smiled. The rain had caught him off guard. He was lucky that she caught him when she did. He would have been drenched by the time he reached Bart’s otherwise. As it was, the rain was dripping from his curls.

Molly handed off the umbrella to him but wrapped her arm through his to keep herself close to him and thus, underneath the umbrella.

She smiled back at him as they walked along.

“You’re welcome. I couldn’t just let you out here to drown.”

The rain was louder now as the downpour picked up even further.

“I can nick a towel from the laundry.”