In which Irene does not develop feelings for Sherlock, but is instead guilty of a more heinous crime than we realized.
The sequel, of sorts, to this.
Come on, Groot, do it for the Vine.
I was born in the wrong generation. This generation is still racist as fuck and I can’t download a pizza. Wake me up in the year 3019.
*Update from the year 3000* not much has changed but we live underwater
How’s my great-great-great-granddaughter?
She’s doin’ fine