me: i hate fake deep people like shut the fuck up none of this is real.
auston matthews: not all those who wander are lost.
me: dreams dont work unless you do. hakuna matata. you have to fall to fly. my thoughts are stars i can’t fathom into constellations. never give up. yeah i love john green. okay? okay. maybe okay will be our always. ∞. ☮.
As much as I love the idea of Sherlock and Molly having a big fancy wedding with hundreds of guests and a honeymoon on a private island that Sherlock was given as payment for a case, I also can’t imagine either of them wanting that kind of attention on them all day. My alternate idea for their wedding is when they’ve been together for a few years - Molly is 6 months pregnant when Sherlock puts his newspaper down and asks if she wants to get married. Out of the blue, but it’s not like they’re not ready to commit to each other.
The main problem is that it’s a week before Christmas, and they won’t have the time to plan a wedding when the baby arrives… so they hatch a plan. They invite their family and closest friends - 15 people in total - to Baker Street on Christmas eve, with a dress code of ‘semi-formal’. The women are sent to the living room of 221B, while the men meet Sherlock in Mrs Hudson’s flat, and it soon becomes clear that it’s not a normal Christmas party. After the situation is explained, there’s a rush to get Molly’s hair done and her dress on, while Sherlock gets the generic ‘how to be a good husband’ speech from his father, John, Greg, Mycroft, and Molly’s younger brother. Mycroft calls in a favour and the groomsmen make their way to the nearest registry office in a fleet of black cars, followed by the bridal party.
After the ceremony, they all go back to Baker Street, where Mrs Hudson and Mrs Holmes put on a slapdash wedding breakfast - including a Christmas pudding that Sherlock and Molly burn the brandy off (using a blowtorch) to a round of applause from their guests. The wedding party lasts until 9pm, when Sherlock’s parents kiss him and Molly goodbye for the 5th time, drag Mycroft from the chair he’s dozing in, and leave the newlyweds alone to celebrate with their first dance.
Without giving too much away, I was on the phone with one of our executive producers telling me the obstacles we have to face in order to bring Torchwood back. I don’t like to see things as obstacles because my feeling is that it’s a good show that deserves to come back, and being told that it can’t come back until it’s got approval from certain people involved with Doctor Who… and I don’t understand why one show has to have the approval of another in order to come back. It might change when, um… somebody leaves… and somebody new and wonderful comes in… get what I’m saying?