i think i'll marry you

Even if you called 6 months later at 3 am, I’d still answer; I’ll always care.
—  Unknown

Another headcanon where Edward tells his children to call Roy “Grandpa Roy” to see if he can get a rise out of him, but when it comes time and his kids call him that, Roy is very accepting of it and even seems fond of it.

Whenever I see some misogynistic asshole going on and on about “horrible” feminists, and that if they’d stop being feminist, men would want to date and marry them, I always want to chime in and tell them I’d rather life my life solo then stuck with some asshole who mistakenly thinks I’m lesser because I’m a woman.

  • *in the lab*
  • Sherlock: *watching Molly*
  • Molly: *working*
  • Sherlock: *thoughtful* You like my purple shirt.
  • Molly: *confused* Um, I suppose.
  • Sherlock: You like most of my shirts.
  • Molly: *blushes* I, well...it's a shirt *pauses* I wasn't staring.
  • Sherlock: *smiles* Of course.
  • Molly: *bends over her work to hide her red face*
  • Sherlock: ...
  • Sherlock: *nonchalantly* Do you know what they're made of?
  • Molly: *rolls her eyes* How am I supposed to-
  • Sherlock: *matter-of-factly* Husband material.
  • Molly: *raises her eyebrows* It's boyfriend material.
  • Sherlock: *shakes his head* Actually, Molly *grasps her shoulders and marches her to the doors* I think you need to take a closer look.
  • Molly: *giggles* Fine. I've got five minutes to spare.
3

“Our first Christmas together, we made gingerbread. But we dried them out and we turned them into Christmas ornaments - which we still have to this day.”

The One Where Molly Tells Sherlock
  • *John & Mary's*
  • Molly: *hugging Mary* Have a great honeymoon! Call me when you get there.
  • Mary: *giggling* Thanks...
  • John: *smirks* We'll try.
  • Molly: *stroking her stomach* And I wanted you to know that I'm telling the father today.
  • John & Mary: *smile at each other*
  • Molly: *confused* What? What's going on?
  • John: *excited* We know its Sherlock!
  • Molly: *stunned* Wha- how? How do you know?
  • Mary: We found his scarf. But nevermind that...yay *hugging her*
  • Molly: *relieved* Oh, I really wanted Sherlock to know first but I’m so glad you two know.
  • John: *rubbing the back of his neck* This is so great! I-I'm going to be an Uncle!
  • Molly: *nodding* Yes. You are. Both of you. But, you'd make a better Aunt, Mary.
  • Mary: *tearful; mumbles into her shoulder* Mary's a nice name, don't you think?
  • John: Not as nice as John.
  • Molly: *giggles* Yeah, yeah...have a great honeymoon you two *breathes deeply* I have to go and change a detective's life.
  • *221B Baker Street*
  • Molly: *pacing outside*
  • Sherlock: *leaving a cab* Ah, Molly. I've been expecting you.
  • Molly: *swallows* You- you have?
  • Sherlock: *nods; gestures at the door* After you.
  • Molly: *heading up to the flat* We need to talk...
  • Sherlock: *removing his coat* Yes. We've put it off long enough *gestures at the sofa* But I should talk first. To save you any embarassment.
  • Molly: *sitting on the sofa; warily* Okay.
  • Sherlock: *sitting in his chair; hands steepled* You're feelings for me are too strong to leave at just one night.
  • Molly: *confused* What?
  • Sherlock: *rolls his eyes* Look, there is no denying our one night was fun and indefinitely passionate, but I rather think our relationship is too valuable to risk, don't you?
  • Molly: *blinking* Uhh...
  • Sherlock: *smiles* Fine. There is no point lying. It was unbelieveable and, if you want to, we can do it one more time. I’d be okay with that *checks his watch* In fact, Mrs. Hudson's out.
  • Molly: *raises her eyebrow* Can I talk now?
  • Sherlock: If you need to.
  • Molly: *breathes deeply* I’m pregnant.
  • Sherlock: ...
  • Molly: Sherlock?
  • Sherlock: *staring into space, eyes wide*
  • Molly: *waving her hand in front of his face* Sher-lock?
  • Sherlock: ...
  • Molly: *nods* You know what, whenever you’re ready *sits back and opens her pathology paper*
  • Sherlock: *still frozen*
  • Molly: And you’re the father by the way but...you know...
  • *half an hour later*
  • Molly: *looks up* You want some water or something?
  • Sherlock: *hoarse* No. Not the- nooo.
  • Molly: *bites her lip* I-I'm not asking anything of you. You can be as involved as you want.
  • Sherlock: *nods slowly; clears his throat* I-I just, I must...I don’t know—I don’t understand, umm, how this happened? We-we used a condom.
  • Molly: Yeah, I know. I know, but condoms only work 97% of the time.
  • Sherlock: *freaking out* So, what is the point? They should put in on the box. False advertising.
  • Molly: *frowns* They do.
  • Sherlock: *ruffling his hair* Pfft, no one reads the box.
  • Molly: *rubbing her forehead* Sherlock, come on, let’s just forget about the condoms.
  • Sherlock: *annoyed* I may as well have!
Shag, Marry, Avoid
  • *221B Baker Street*
  • Sherlock: *playing the violin*
  • Molly: *enters; rummaging in her bag* Morning...I've got your lab results.
  • Sherlock: *stops playing; sighs* Are you sure you wouldn't rather give it to Grant?
  • Molly: *confused* Sorry?
  • Sherlock: *still facing the window; shrugs* You want to marry George.
  • Molly: What?!
  • Sherlock: *turns to face her* I overheard you telling Mary you'd marry Graham.
  • Molly: *smirks* We were playing shag, marry, avoid...between you, Greg and your brother, I'd marry him-
  • Sherlock: *huffs*
  • Molly: *steps closer* I'd shag you.
  • Sherlock: *rolls his eyes* You ARE shagging me *pouts* and married couples shag.
  • Molly: *slips her arms around his waist* I'd marry you and shag Greg, then.
  • Sherlock: *frowns* I'm starting to wonder if this relationship is worth it.
  • Molly: *giggles* I'm just messing with you *kisses him quickly; returns to rifle through her bag* to be honest, you're pretty much all three.
  • Sherlock: *fiddling with an engagement ring box; smirks* I couldn't agree more.