my name is molly and this is my face

  • Pathologist: *enters the morgue*
  • Sherlock: *examining a body*
  • Pathologist: *rolls his eyes* Excuse me, sir, this area is out of bounds to-
  • Sherlock: *still looking at the body* It's okay.
  • Pathologist: *sighs* If you don't leave, I'll have to call security.
  • Sherlock: *rolls his eyes* I said it's fine.
  • Pathologist: *frowns* Why is it fine?
  • Sherlock: *smirks* I'm sleeping with the boss.
  • Pathologist: ...
  • Pathologist: *confused* You're sleeping with Stamford?
  • Sherlock: *looks up; annoyed* The other boss.
  • Molly: *enters the morgue, carrying coffees; irritated* Here's your bloody coffee, you git. Have you finished now so I can do my job?
  • Sherlock: *steps aside; takes the coffee, grinning* Yes, boss.
  • Pathologist: ...
Maybe in a coffee shop
I’m not a jail sentence
or trouble
or your student
Maybe in a bookstore,
I could be a pretty girl across the room
who can’t stop glancing at you.
Because the first thing I noticed wasn’t the wrinkles on your face, or your tie that is always too loose
or the hidden hairs that are starting to grey
It was your smile,
and your height
Even in the hallways,
you aren’t trouble
or a last name
or my teacher
Even from a rotting desk in the back of the room
you’re still a beautiful man standing in the front of the room
who can’t stop glancing at me.
—  s.l
A Jealous Man
  • *St Bart's Canteen*
  • Mary: So, what's his name?
  • Molly: Frederick.
  • Mary: *leans forward eagerly* What's he like?
  • Molly: *smiles, dreamy eyed* Sweet and cuddly with big hazel eyes, so cute!
  • Mary: *giggles, a knowing smirk on her face* And ginger, I assume.
  • Molly: *groans* I can't help it! Gingers are my weakness!
  • Sherlock: *undercover in hoodie and jeans, growls and shoves away from the table behind Molly* Ginger, Molly? Really? Do you not recall my admonition that you avoid all attempts at a future relationship? This is the perfect example as to why. *scoffs* Ginger, indeed.
  • Molly: *gapes*
  • Mary: *smiles knowingly*
  • Sherlock: Now, where is this Francisco?
  • Mary: *puts hand over heart dramatically* Why, Mr Holmes, you do appear to be a bit jealous of the fair lady's attentions.
  • Sherlock: *glares at Mary* Of course I am. It isn't enough that the woman I love is oblivious to my feelings, but insists on dating a *shivers* ginger.
  • Molly: *stares, wide-eyed* You love me?
  • Sherlock: *rolls his eyes* Obviously. Do keep up, Moll-
  • Molly: *jumps up and snogs him rather enthusiastically*
  • Mary: *watches on, like a proud mama*
  • Molly: *pulls back* I love you, too.
  • Sherlock: *smugly holding his Molly* Good. Shall we pay dear Franklin a visit to let him know he can find his own girlfriend, instead of poaching mine?
  • Mary: *sniggers*
  • Molly: *flushes darker* Sherlock, Frederick isn't my boyfriend.
  • Sherlock: *frowns* He's not? What about the cuddliness and big hazel eyes and your weakness for gingers?
  • Molly: *bites her lip, smiling* He's a ginger tabby I just adopted.
  • Sherlock: *flushes dark red* Oh.
Molly Bair.

I do not pay enough attention to the fashion industry to be able to name any top models, top designers, top photographers, etc. off of the top of my head.

However, once every couple of fashion weeks I will look at a ‘top ten newcomer’ list for new faces that will probably burn out in a season or two.

Three years ago, I stumbled across a girl known as Molly Bair. And for an entire year, I mistakenly thought of her as Molly Blair, partly because Blair is a more common last name, and partly because it suited her [think Exorcist].

At that moment, I decided that I would just follow her career. She would be the only model of the moment that I care about, and her catwalks, campaigns, and editorials would sum up the entirety of my knowledge of the fashion industry.

On my way to Metric, I saw her. I was walking out of the Bedford Avenue subway station, and she was walking in. My jaw dropped, I hesitated, and I could not believe it. She is so recognizable!! I actually had an extra ticket to the show. Imagine I asked her to accompany me, and she agreed? But, she was leaving Williamsburg, and with a friend. If only I had two extra tickets. I wish that I had the courage to chat with her and/ or ask her to pose for a selfie.

Whenever I see someone remotely interesting, I always stop myself from approaching them and say to myself, if it is meant to be I will see them again. That’s the universe’s way of telling me that we were meant to connect.

I need to stop that. I can not imagine how many lost opportunities I have accumulated because of the fear that somebody does not want to be bothered. The world is a sad and lonely place, and I think we’re all looking to connect.

After she disappeared into the subway, like a creep, I slid into her dms. Of course she wasn’t going to reply. She’s got way too much going on in her life. Out of curiosity I looked up her date of birth. She wouldn’t have even been able to grab a drink at the bar that I was heading to pregame at before the concert.

Reality check. I am an old man and I need interests relevant to my old age.

Molly

When i was 11, i met a girl named Molly who had just moved into my town. Molly always had a smile on her face and had way more freedom than the rest of the kids in my school. She was allowed to stay out after dark, walk across the main street, and even go into town alone. She was a little weird though. She refused to eat at school, she didn’t respect authority very well, and she smelt like she never washed her clothes. Sometimes she would wear the same thing all week. Her parents never seemed to leave the house either. She just let herself in and out with her own key. 

After knowing her for about a month I asked her why we never hung out at her house. We were always at mine or the park. She answered me nervously but still with her signature smile, “We will… sometime.” and made a face like she was uneasy about it. I felt that was a rather weird response, but like i said, she was a little weird. 

So a few weeks passed and Molly finally asked me to come over, she said her mom was going to feed us, so not to bother eating before i came over. I walked over to her house and knocked on the door. She answered and let me in. The whole house smelt exactly like her but more potent. It was that same musty, throw up smell she brought to school with her everyday. It made me feel sick.

 "Molly, whats that smell?“ i asked as i covered my nose with my shirt.

“Well that smells my dad, he’s been getting gross lately. But my mom cooking smells good, doesn’t it?” she asked with her usual jolly smile. 

“Yeah,” i lied. I couldn’t smell what ever was cooking over the wretched aroma the house was overcome with. 

“Come meet her, she’s grilling in the back yard,” Molly grabbed my hand and pulled me to the sliding door in the back of the house. We walked out to the back and up to the grill, and sure enough there was Molly’s mom cooking….. her leg specifically. The rest of her limbs and torso were layed out on the lawn next to the grill. Just her head was missing.

“M-Molly, what happened here?”

She flipped the leg on the grill over and with her innocent smile explained, “ I told my parents i was tired of moving. I’ve had to move four times already and if we moved again i was going to live by myself. My dad laughed at me when i told them that. He said i would have no money for food if i lived by myself, and a little girl like me could never handle being alone.” Her face turned dark for a second, “I told them i’d prove it.” Her normal smile slowly resurfaced. “I do still miss them though, so i put their heads in their room so i can go visit them after the rest of them is gone. Don’t tell anyone though, I think this might get me in trouble. Your the only person i trust. Anyway, would you like a thigh or calf, they’re both pretty good?”

“I…..I….,” i had nothing to say. I ran away as fast as i could, hopped her fence, and sprinted all the way home. I told my mother everything and she called 911.
The police walked in to a horrific scene, but molly wasn’t there. However they did find a note addressed to me, it read; 

“Chris, I thought we were best friends, but i know your telling on me and now i have to run forever. I’ll never be able to do what i want and you will pay for this someday.”

I was mortified at first, but we moved and as a couple years went by the inncodent fadded away, sort of. Im turning 22 in a few days and just moved out of my parents house. Molly would still pop up in my head every now and again, or i’d have an occasional nightmare about her. I wasn’t afraid anymore though. But i just went out to check my mailbox and along with the regular bills and junk mail, there was a different kind of envelope in the mix. I opened it when i got back inside and it was a birthday card. On the inside it said;

                                          Happy Birthday
                                 I’ve missed you. Love Molly.

I don’t know what i find more disturbing, the fact that the envelope the card came in was blank, or the fact that the upstairs light wasn’t on before i went to check the mail.

Written by; sage
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Lumberjanes #15 comes out 6/17! This adorable cover was drawn by our amazing Brooke and I did the colors!  I wanted to (finally) share a secret about it!

Three kittens in this cover are actually based on real life cats! Two are owned by Boom! Studio’s staff members (the silver in Jen’s hair, and the orange pawing Jo’s face), and the third (the silver on top of Molly), is my kitten Cleo! 

=^_^= 

  • Somebody: Sherlock doesn't love Molly
  • Me: oh wow. haha. ohh boy. -takes glasses off- listen here, buddy. pal. my chumbo. my dude. golly. -wipes face- don't know how to break it to ya. bro. my very own. -slides down chair- hoo, buddy. homie. sonny. friendo. my fri

I really need to read for English

okay I’ll check these messages and then read

lolololol cat video

NO it is time to READ

wait I have another message

NO GET AWAY FROM THE COMPUTER, GO READ SOMEWHERE ELSE

ugh

this is counterproductive

nope

I’m back at the computer I might as well check…

“MOLLY COME EAT DINNER!”

Awesome! I read about a page! I’ll just read after dinner!!!!

I love Wade & Molly ♥

So I wasn’t expecting to run into Wade, when I came out of the convention doors into the main hallway on Sunday. I literally froze when I saw him, and then because my friend asked him if I could get a picture with him, he was so very kind about it and had me jump in for a picture! :)

Then just when I thought things couldn’t get any better, Molly appeared out of nowhere, and I asked to take a picture with her! I was so excited, because I didn’t get to talk to her, or take a picture with her on Friday. She was such a sweetheart, and I absolutely adore her! :)

I had to get one of us without the big Minnie Mouse head, I wanted to show my meepy face with at least one cool woman! I told her that on my YouTube channel my name was MollyMeep, and she told me my name was cute, and sounded adorable. I got so happy cause that was the nicest compliment I’ve ever gotten regarding my name. Even though Molly isn’t my real name, it was a nickname given to me back in school, so I just ran with it. Thank you for the compliment Molly, you made my day when you said that. :)

Then I had to bounce back to Wade for another hug so I could show my derpy face again lol :P

Then I asked Wade if he would take a picture with me wearing my Markiplier shirt and he gave me that face. love you too Wade lol xD

Wade has the silliest expressions, but this is why I love him and the other guys! Because they are not afraid to just get loose and be themselves, even if that means being complete dinguses on the internet! Good god my floof is out of control! lol, I need a haircut… XD

Wade gives some of the best hugs :)

How can you not smile at this? :)

In the end, I was laughing so much when I tried to walk away. Wade you made me feel so happy and comfortable, and you showed me  that I could be me without fear of being turned down for being different. I’m really happy that I finally got to meet you and Molly, and that I got to speak to both of you face to face for more than just 3 minutes. On Friday I wanted to cry when I was going up to meet you, Bob, Mark, Jack, and Tyler for the first time, but I tried to keep my emotions hidden because I didn’t want to look like a baby in front of everybody. I just love you all that much, all silliness aside, each and every single one of you guys have changed my life…

It warms my heart to know that Mark has such amazing friends :) And Molly is very lucky to have such a silly, sweet, and kind guy in her life. I’m really happy for you both, and I truly wish you all the best for many more years ahead. Including the many fun years ahead with your best friends. So again, thank you so much Wade & Molly, for making a short merpy meep feel loved, and accepted. I could never thank you enough for all the things you do. 

Stay Beautiful  ♥ 

Ps..Enjoy your little Minion Plushy, and I haven’t forgotten that you wanted me to tweet my gamer tattoo sleeve of you and the guys once its done! :D

time to go study! Well I have to shuffle these notecards so they aren’t in order before I can study them!!

Let me get my blood sugar up with 342 Hershey kisses first

Oh Christmas Hershey kisses! That reminds me! I need to finish Christmas cards!

Now back to studying! But gotta shuffle those cards again

Hmm maybe if I take a shower I’ll be more focused

And I’ll probably be more focused with my glasses on

man I have great hair oh god, why don’t I model professionally?

time to get serious. Put up the hair before studying.

Wait what was I doing

hahahahahah hair

aw man I’ve gotten so much done tonight! I wonder what time it is!

oh