not so much weird as grotesque but there you go

Send my muse one of the following to see how they react! (Firefly/Serenity)

We’re not gonna die. We can’t die. You know why? Because we are so very pretty.

Yes. Yes, this is a fertile land, and we will thrive. We will rule over all this land, and we will call it… “This Land!”

So. Would you like to lecture me the wickedness of my ways?

Um, I’m trying to put this as delicately as I can… how do I know you won’t kill me in my sleep?

They tell you, never hit a man with a closed fist, but it is, on occasion, hilarious.

I think you have a problem with your brain being missing.

If I mess up, not like you’ll be able to yell at me.

‘Course you couldn’t buy an invite with a diamond size of a testicle. But I got my hands on a couple.

Don’t care much for fancy parties. Too rough.

Mmm, yes, seems like a lovely little community of kidnappers.

Thou shalt not suffer a witch to live!

I swear by my pretty floral bonnet, I will end you.

You’re going to burn in a very special level of hell. A level they reserve for child molesters and people who talk at the theater.

Promise me you’re gonna kill me soon.

How’s about we move away from this eerie-ass piece of work and get on with our increasingly eerie-ass day?

And they grew into a big tree, and they all climbed up the tree into a magical land with unicorns and a harp.

Please, nobody died last time.

Oh my god, it’s grotesque! Oh, and there’s something in a jar.

My food is problematic.

Were I unwed, I would take you in a manly fashion.

Would you be killed in your sleep, like an ailing pet?

Half of writing history is hiding the truth.

Things are going to get much, much worse.

So me and mine gotta lay down and die… so you can live in your better world?

Yes, I’ve read a poem. Try not to faint.

Guy killed me. How weird is that?

Sometimes people have feelings. I’m referring here to people.

We’re gonna explode? I don’t wanna explode!

This whole world is dead for no reason!

Let’s be bad guys.

Faster! Faster! Faster would be better!

Are you willing to die for your beliefs?

Do you know what the definition of a hero is? Someone who gets other people killed.

hiddlesybatched  asked:

So I was thinking if you still want prompts (You might not) :) uh maybe like Molly had to go away for something for a while, and John isn't spending as much time with him, so he's freaking out and seeing Molly everywhere and hearing her voice, so talks to her and basically goes mad? IDK it's a bit weird :)

“Stop it." 

"What?” Lestrade stared strangely at the man muttering to himself. 

“She won’t stop talking to me,” Sherlock growled, his little lens whipping back and forth through the air, catching minute details of the woman’s demise. She lay there face up, mouth opened in a grotesque ‘o.’ 

“Denise Richards?” Lestrade questioned hesitantly, wondering not for the first time if the man in front of him was truly bonkers and was in fact getting worse. His hand strayed to the phone in his pocket. 

“Don’t be ridiculous, Gavin, Molly. Molly Hooper is talking to me about the most ridiculous things, and calling the psych ward won’t help you solve this murder." 

His hand stilled in his pocket. 

"Molly?” he questioned.

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