A Meerkat of Strange Angles
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Who will you marry: Jim Moriarty. (This pleases me more than it probably should)
Where will you live: 221B Baker Street. (Sorry Sherlock. Me and Jim’s flat now.)
Your neighbor(s): Mrs. Hudson. (Yay tea and biscuits)
Your occupation: IT worker (seems legit)
Worst thing about you: You love to be dramatic (That would be an improvement)
How you will die: Ate too much jam (I blame you for this Jawn)
Who will you marry: John Watson. (Jawn. Jawwwwwwnnn~<3)
Where will you live: Afghanistan (Jawn. I thought you were through with the war. I know you miss Sherlock, but I want to go back to London. Pleeeaaasssseee?)
Your neighbor(s): Mrs. Turner’s married ones. (Didn’t these guys live beside you in London, Jawn? I think their stalking you. What if they work for Moriarty? WHAT IF IT IS MORIARTY? AND MORAN? JAWN. WE HAVE TO GO BACK TO LONDON.)
Your occupation: Landlady. NOT a housekeeper. (Jawn, pick up your jumper. I’m your wife, not your housekeeper.)
Worst thing about you: You pickpocket people when they’re annoying. (I don’t know where your jam is, Jawn. Honestly.)
How you will die: Bullet wound. (Jawn… It was just a jar of jam… I’m sorry.)
Irene Adler
221C Baker St.
Molly Hooper
Cabbie
Don’t know anything about the solar system
Old age. Duh.
I Need To Follow More Of You Guys.
Why does everyone forget Martin?
Look at him!
Appreciative Sherlock Button Giveaway
On the auspicious occasion of having reached 1,500 followers, and having received positive feedback about the idea, I shall be giving away two (2) sets of four (4) Sherlock buttons. The winners may choose from any of the buttons listed in my Etsy shop (http://www.etsy.com/shop/XDcreationz?section_id=10901851). I will ship them, free of charge, anywhere in the world.
Using a random number generator, I will select one person from among my followers and one person who has reblogged this post. The idea is not to gain followers, but to thank those who have been kind enough to follow me of their own accord, so while you are welcome to enter by following, you are just as likely to win by simply reblogging.
You may reblog only ONCE. I will disregard multiple reblogs because they annoy people.
Winners will be chosen on March 9th. Please enable your ask box so that I can notify you if you have won. If I do not hear a response within a week, I will pick someone else.
I approve of this wholeheartedly.
Moffat, make it happen.
![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
I love that a GIF I made was used as an illustration for this wonderful point. There are far better GIFs that could have been used. It perfectly encapsulates how I feel about Molly. I have always found her to be the most relateable character on the show. Well, for me anyway. And that’s me speaking as a person of the male chromosome arrangement. Which makes me absolutely less qualified to comment on this fantastically written posting.](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
I love that a GIF I made was used as an illustration for this wonderful point. There are far better GIFs that could have been used. It perfectly encapsulates how I feel about Molly. I have always found her to be the most relateable character on the show. Well, for me anyway. And that’s me speaking as a person of the male chromosome arrangement. Which makes me absolutely less qualified to comment on this fantastically written posting.
