I'm a scientist, editor, non-fiction writer, fangirl, shipper (mainly Johnlock), and am old enough to remember Star Trek in reruns, Star Wars in theaters, animated Hobbit and LOTR films, and the Fourth Doctor.
I love Science!, language, fandoms, and artsy stuff, so that's what you'll see here. Random walks are random. And statistically satisfying.
Occasionally NSFW--you've been duly warned.
"In some ways Watson is stronger than Holmes. That comes through his kindness, I suppose. He sees Holmes’s weaknesses and tries to protect him from them. Look how Watson rants at him about cocaine. Watson is always on the lookout in order to save his friend from pain, indignity or destruction."
— Jeremy Brett
As she waits her turn to introduce herself, Molly bites her lower lip and pushes her fringe over her face before she remembers what she promised Professor Storm: not to, well, bite her lower lip or push her fringe over her face. You don’t have to hide anymore, the professor had told her as Molly had vainly pretended not to cry and Professor Storm had diplomatically pretended not to notice. Not now. Not here.
"Hey, you. Shy kid," Professor Logan says, pointing at Molly. "Your turn. Introduce yourself. Tell us whatever you wanna tell us, but, y’know. Make it quick."
Her classmates look at her; the boy with the curly hair, the tall one who was William on the attendance sheet but insisted that he was called Sherlock, might as well be looking through her. “Um.” Molly sits on her hands to keep herself from playing with her hair. “Molly Hooper. I want to be a doctor, and I like cats, and….” The tall boy isn’t looking at her anymore, is leaning in to talk with his friend, the short one, Molly can’t remember his name, and Molly says, all in a rush before she can change her mind, “and I can talk with dead people.”