Well, Mama's gotta have at least one weird pairing to ship and she's swooped gracefully into the Jim/Molly fandom and is completely convinced that Molly and Jim are secret cohorts and Molly is the best fucking actress on the planet or something, because she's got Sherlock convinced that she's a moron who changes her hair and lipstick to get him to notice her. I'm just like, "The hell?" and she's like, "It makes so much sense now." No more fanart/fanfiction for her.
Ciao
After John's classes, he headed off to Bean There for his shift. The crisp afternoon was October in full glory, with an endless cornflower blue sky above him and a breeze traipsing about him carelessly.
Hope Sherlock does okay on his midterms, he thought, but soon corrected himself. Of course he did okay; he did better than okay. He'll come home and gloat about how easy it was, naturally. In a strange, backward way, he found himself looking forward to it.
He'd almost made it to Bean There when he heard a voice drawling out a greeting: "Ciaoooo, John Watson."
Prompt was #33: cornflower (I love this shade of blue :D Reminds me of quilts and flowers and skies)