terminalmigration:

s-h-e-r-l-o-c-k-e-d:

psychologyoftheindividual:

tornadoofpwning:

“His side flared with pain, and he uttered a short grunt.”
My foreboding future according to Inheritance

The Russian attache’s black bread is particularly sought after by the more discerning duck, while the head of MI9’s soggy Hovis with Marmite is relished by the connoisseurs.

…..Yes. exactly.

“‘Come into my office, Agent…’ De La Paz gave Dean another searching look.” YES

When he returned the next day he found Nostradmus dead and a note on the desk; ‘Upon the return of the embassy, the King’s gift put in place, Nothing more will be done. He will have gone to God’s nearest relatives, friends, blood brothers, Found quite dead near bed and bench.’

…So predictably dead?

Right from the beginning, utilitarian considerations provided incentives for the pursuit of science.

This sounds like I’ll be slutting it up one last time in the interest of collecting more data.

(Source: loveclaire)