Murderers from Oakland Police Department attempting to show solidarity with the community they’ve terrorized.
me: the stars are beautiful tonight
you: yeah
me: you know what else is beautiful
you: (blushing) what?
me: the moon. the planets. the rest of the galaxy. i fucking love space
i guess the real question is how can you not like tesla
he thought women would eventually rule the world because we’re the dominant sex
he liked pigeons
he was a vegetarian
he was a babe
he was shy
he hated edison
he’s perfect
Yup, as long as you’re ok with that time he went bonkers and tried to build a death ray.
Don’t we all want to build a death ray?
I want to build a death ray…
Are you serious the death ray was the best part
I had to steal letters from other alphabets because I have so many back up plans.
I stress a lot about choosing one path. I live in a world of possibilities, so choosing only one and dedicating myself to it fully scares me incredibly. Feeling trapped is a nightmare even if I’m doing something I genuinely enjoy. I always need a way out.
So Vulcan. I love it.
This never made much sense to me. When you rotate clockwise the top is moving right while the bottom is moving left. When you rotate counter-clockwise the top is moving left while bottom is moving right. It's all about perspective.
It’s that time of year <3
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10% shelving.
10% ‘helping’ kids colour in pictures.
50% talking to OAPs about the weather.
20% sniffing every single new book like there’s crack between the pages.
10% reading secretly in a corner.
(1) They already told us:
They’ve been telling us since Season 1:
See also:
(2) Are We Sure That Little Girl is Pointing At Sherlock. Are we sure. Are we positive.
(3) The Storyteller.
Who’s the storyteller of the Sherlock Holmes canon again?
(4) Sherlock’s first introduction to John (and his subsequent deductions) is paralleled to his first introduction to Moriarty:
Of course Sherlock’s deductions about Moriarty are totally wrong, manipulated by fake characteristics that were planted to fool Sherlock into dismissing him.
But let’s face it - faking an entirely psychosomatic limp that you can forget about half the time, offering a phone that’s been engraved with “clues,” and loudly declaring “different from back in my day” when you enter the room aren’t much more difficult than irritating one’s own eyes to suggest that you go clubbing and picking up a visible underwear brand.
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