I'm the daughter of The British Government and just moved back to London this year. Sixteen. Currently obsessed with demons and studying demonology. (Shh! Don't tell anyone.)
((Independent RP blog. Will RP with anyone. Tracking Dianaholmes like a hawk. Hit me with some M!As))
FC: Alexis Bledel
Catching Elephant is a theme by Andy Taylor
One, two, three, four.
I declare a time war.
Five, six, seven, eight.
Daleks scream, “EXTERMINATE”.
Nine, ten, eleven, twelve.
The Doctor died; the Silence fell.Twelve, eleven, ten, nine.
Here he goes, back in time.
Eight, seven, six, five.
Saving everybody’s lives.
Four, three, two, one.
Grab her hand, and whisper,“Run.”
A little something I decided to do after seeing this amazing post.
God bless the Whovians. uwu
holy hell this has almost 500 notes im cry
Is it weird that ‘run’ gave me chills? It’s weird. But whatever, still happened.
Run gave me chills too! All whovians must see this brilliant thing! I love it when fandoms kick ass.
![finalproblem:
supersexy-cool:
finalproblem:
It’s like this still is from an alternate universe where Sherlock is the sweet one and Molly is the pain in the ass.
CAN THIS BE A THING
I think it needs to be.
Sherlock: Dim, this is Molly Hooper.
Dimmock: Hi. So, you’re Molly Hooper. Sherlock’s told me all about you. You doing one of your post-mortems?
Sherlock: Dim works in detecting, at the Yard. That’s how we met. Office romance.
Molly: [glances at Dimmock] Straight.
Sherlock: Sorry, what?
Molly: Nothing. Um, “wait” while I get my hand out of this man’s chest cavity.](http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m4z48rjUer1r9yflwo1_500.jpg)
It’s like this still is from an alternate universe where Sherlock is the sweet one and Molly is the pain in the ass.
CAN THIS BE A THING
I think it needs to be.
Sherlock: Dim, this is Molly Hooper.
Dimmock: Hi. So, you’re Molly Hooper. Sherlock’s told me all about you. You doing one of your post-mortems?
Sherlock: Dim works in detecting, at the Yard. That’s how we met. Office romance.
Molly: [glances at Dimmock] Straight.
Sherlock: Sorry, what?
Molly: Nothing. Um, “wait” while I get my hand out of this man’s chest cavity.
