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What Even Are Cats?

Me: I have got you two nice cat trees and you have over quarter of the sofa, not to mention probably all of my bed.

Molly The Cat: Yeah but! The inside of the sofa sounds like a good place to sit.


Molly The Cat: Human…. human…. HUMAN!

Me: What do you want?

Molly The Cat: HOW DARE YOU LOOK AT ME! *sassy tail flip*


Molly The Cat: You’ve been on the loo too long.

Me: Excuse, you?

Molly The Cat: *jumps and unlocks bathroom door from the outside.*

Me: Why?

Molly The Cat: Too long! *Pulls light cord on and off*


Me: *Brushes Teeh*

Molly The Cat: Human… No, this is not what you do with the stick… stop it silly thing *waves paw at me and chitters till i’m done*


Molly The Cat: Human… cat foot. *Sticks foot in my face*

Me: AWWWW toe beans!

Molly The Cat: DO not touch the toe beans! *Calmly removes foot from my face*


Molly The Cat: Human… cat foot. *Sticks foot in my face*

Me: AWWWW toe beans! Ima get your toe beans, tickle tickle *Tickles Molly’s foot*

Molly The Cat: *rolls around making a sound like laughing*


Me: *Does college work*

Molly The Cat: *Sits on college work

Me: *Looks at Molly*

Molly The Cat: *Looks at me*

Me: you win this one


Molly The Cat: *Sits next to me*

Me: Hello kitty

Molly The Cat: Don’t touch me


Me: opens front door.

Molly The Cat: WHERE HAVE YOU BEEN! I had to sleep on the sofa on my own so I chewed all your chargers and pulled the table cloth off and made a huge mess!

Me: Can I come inside, you’re standing on my feet


Me: moves

Molly The Cat: Where you going?


Molly The Cat: *Does something cute*

Me: AWWWW!

Molly The Cat: oh crud


Molly The Cat: It’s 3am so I’m going to run really fast over you and round the house then get stuck trying to fit under the door.

Me: Why are you headbutting me?


Molly The Cat: Human! *Headbutting me*

Me: Yes

Molly The Cat: Nothing, never mind.



Me: Ima get ya, i’m a big monster and i’m gonna get you *Pretends to chase Molly*

Molly The Cat: *Does a funny little tappy run* Nooooo! *rolls over then goes all bouncy*

Me: oh no you got me! *Falls on floor.*

Molly The Cat: YAY! *Pounces on me*


Molly The Cat: The stairs are to high take me back up.

Me: Then why did you come downstairs?

Molly The Cat: Do not question me human *Jumps on shoulder and almost falls off*


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Molly says ‘Touch your toessss’

Eurus Holmes is an era-defining genius…beyond Newton.

When John was visiting his “new” therapist, he stated, Molly Hooper was the only person who could really see through Sherlock’s “bullshit”.  Eurus heard this loud and clear.

Eurus knew Molly would make Sherlock say “I love you” first.  She knew this woman would be the one to put her brother on the back foot in a very, very big way.   

Eurus essentially took all of Sherlock’s power away in front of Molly Hooper.  She empowered Molly over the man she loves by putting that situation in front of her.  There was no bomb, never was.  It was all about Sherlock, yes…but it was all about how powerless he really is in front of Molly.  Emotional context.

Molly Hooper is not weak, she is a lion.  Her love is not weak, it is unbreakable.  Her love is not meaningless, it means everything.  Sherlock’s love is not meaningless either, it means everything.  Eurus proved it.  That was The Final Problem.  

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The Final Problem: Eurus’s crash therapy session

I’ve written one post talking about how my husband viewed the “I Love You” scene in The Final Problem.  I wanted to write some more, as we’ve discussed TFP in depth together.  We talk a lot about the media we consume because A) we’re nerds, and B) our views are usually quite different.  

It’s also nice to have a male perspective on things, as it sometimes can shed some light where my female brain just bumbles around in the dark and stubs it’s toe on the Feels Dresser.  My husband views things very textually, but he is also fantastic at thinking about stuff on a meta level.  It’s nice because he has no ulterior motives either, no shipper goggles or anything.  I’m going to write a bit about his theories about TFP and what it all meant in his eyes.  I’ll add my own views as well, for comparison.  This is going to be a long af post, so strap in!

(Disclaimer: this post may contain more shippy talk than you want, because I am a major Sherlolly/Molly Hooper lover, but you can also disregard my feelings and read for the hell of it.)

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“So Molly Hooper,” Sherlock sets down the pint I’ve just bought him and brushes the foam off his top lip. I wait for him to continue, but he doesn’t have a little speech planned it seems, because he just smiles at me. Waiting. 

“Erm.” I take a long swallow of my own pint. Then another. 

Concern and amusement mingles on Sherlock’s face, “Everything all right?” He sips again. 

I thunk my pint down on the bar and make that little false laugh I’m trying to stop doing, “Oh yes. Erm. I just. Have something to tell you. I’m thinking how.” 

Sherlock turns bodily in his chair to face me, clasping his hands under his chin and fixing both eyes on mine, “Yes? I’m listening. Something troubling you?”

“No!” that was a bit loud, I think. Cough a little and sip my pint again. “No, just. Something I’ve just sort of. Just worked out. And I’ve got to tell someone, and I don’t know when or how it happened, but. Erm. You’re sort of my best friend, so.” 

Sherlock raises his eyebrows and smiles, “Oh indeed? Well, I’m all ears.” 

“And figuring it out had a lot to do with. Well. Hope you don’t mind my saying. I mean. It wasn’t very like but. Anyway. If I hadn’t ever known you, I’m not sure I would. Erm. Well.” I cough again, just so I can lower my face. Maybe that will account for the blush, too. I’m fairly sure I’m blushing. 

“The ends of these sentences must be very important, Molly. I’m afraid I don’t follow you.” 

Blow out a beery little breath, then sip from my pint again. It’s half gone by now. “I. I’m. I. I like women. Only. I’m a. I. I’m gay,” the last in a whisper, followed by a weird little giggle that I can’t quite swallow. I chance a glance up at Sherlock. 

He’s beaming at me. I’ve never seen him look so pleased. “Well!” he taps his pint glass against mine, “Welcome aboard!” 

I burst out laughing at that, and Sherlock grins and grins watching me. “Thanks,” I tell him, still giggling. I take another long draw on my pint and hiccough. “I’m a lesbian,” I say quietly, trying it out. 

“Congratulations!” Sherlock grins at me, then leans over the bar, trying to catch eyes with the barman. “So many of the best people are.”