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“I want to wake up at 2am, roll over, see your face, and know that I’m right where I’m supposed to be.”

— i love you (via the-psycho-cutie)

Molly Hooper

Inside of my head.

postcards of shipwrecks ca. 1900s-1930s

Threads of Trust

When Sherlock faked his death, Molly assumed that her role in bringing down Moriarty's criminal network would end. She was wrong. As an unknown figure takes over Moriarty's London syndicate, Molly finds herself relying on another Holmes, Mycroft Holmes, more and more.

Complete.

When writing a character struggling with shame

Shame isn’t guilt. Guilt says I did something bad. Shame says I am something bad. It’s corrosive. It rewrites self-worth. And most of the time, it whispers, not screams.

✧ Start with silence. Characters carrying shame don’t confess it on page one. They avoid. They deflect. They joke. They become perfect. Shame thrives in secrets. Let it fester before it speaks.

✧ Show the disconnect. They don’t feel lovable, even when they are. Compliments bounce off them. Praise feels like a setup. They think kindness is a trick. Show them flinching at affection.

✧ Give it a backstory. Shame doesn’t appear from nowhere. Maybe they were told they were too much. Not enough. A mistake. Shame is always planted by someone else, then internalized. Find that origin moment and make it hurt.

✧ Let them sabotage good things. They get a healthy relationship? They run. They succeed? They downplay it. They get seen? They shut down. Shame convinces people they don’t deserve good things and they’ll act accordingly.

✧ Body language matters. Hunched shoulders. Arms crossed. Averted eyes. Shrinking into themselves. Shame has a physical posture. Write it.

✧ Watch their inner voice. Shame doesn’t sound like “I’m the worst.” It sounds like “Why would they care about me?”or “Of course I messed it up.” It’s casual. Constant. Cruel.

✧ Make healing slow and clumsy. Shame doesn’t vanish after one pep talk. It takes safe spaces. Relearning. A lot of awkward baby steps. Let your character accept one small good thing and then panic about it later.

✧ Let them rewrite their own story. Eventually, they’ll have to look at who they were and say, “Even then, I was trying. Even then, I deserved love.” Let them get there. Let it be earned. Let it feel impossible and then let it happen anyway.

“I stretch out my hands towards you. Oh ! may I live to touch your hair and your hands. I think that your love will watch over my life. If I should die, I want you to live a gentle peaceful existence somewhere, with flowers, pictures, books, and lots of work.”

— Oscar Wilde (1854-1900), in a letter to Lord Alfred Douglas (1870-1945), dated Monday Evening [29 April 1895], HM Prison, Hollowa, in “Oscar Wilde: A Life In Letters” (via finita–la–commedia)