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  • (A young girl that is about 14 years old walks in. She gets some looks from our other patrons, as she has bright purple hair, multiple piercings, a leather jacket, and ripped jeans. It is freezing outside and she has a scowl on her face that makes me nervous.)

  • Me:

    “Hello, welcome to [coffee shop]. How may I help you?”

  • Young Girl:

    “I’ll take five of the largest black coffees you have, and ten of your ham and cheese sandwiches.”

  • Me:

    “Okay, will that be all?”

  • Young Girl:

    “Yeah.”

  • Me:

    “Your total is [price].”

  • (To my surprise, she pulls out a $100 bill. I am suspicious, and I check to make sure it’s real. It checks out, and I give her a bag with her sandwiches.)

  • Me:

    “Here is your change. Your coffee will be ready in a moment.”

  • (I keep an eye on her as she stands around glaring at anyone who looks at her. I see her looking at the tip jar. When I hand her the coffees, she asks me about it.)

  • Young Girl:

    “Your tip jar says that the money goes to you guys. Are any of you in college?”

  • Me:

    “Yes, I’m going to Rochester Institute of Technology. A few others are in college as well.”

  • Young Girl:

    “Good for you.”

  • (She pulls out the change I gave her and a few more $20 dollar bills. She crams then in the jar and salutes me jokingly before walking out. I am stunned, and chase after her. I find her on the street corner talking to some homeless people and handing out the sandwiches and coffee.)

  • Me:

    “Excuse me!”

  • Young Girl:

    “I’m sorry, did I forget something?”

  • Me:

    “No, but you just tipped us over $100 dollars. You’re also giving away a lot of food.”

  • Young Girl:

    “Yeah, my dad is crazy rich. I feel like I can do more if I actually interact with people instead of signing a check to a charity. Every Friday I gather anyone I see who needs a good meal, and buy it for them.” *she smiles brightly* “I may be young, but I can make a difference. I usually hand out flyers for homeless shelters or soup kitchens, too.”

  • (Without another word, she walks off silently. I didn’t stop smiling for the rest of the week. It goes to show you that appearances aren’t everything!)

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thenemeton:

bucky barnes high fiving a little boy with a right-hand arm prosthetic as gently as he possibly can with an arm that can literally rip off car doors without a creak

bucky barnes redesigning his arm so it represents more than what he used to be and seeing a little girl dressed up as him for the first time he can’t help but grin and tell her how great she looks

bucky barnes helping bring publicity to a fundraiser that’ll help kids get the prostheses they need and letting several children braid his hair because he still hasn’t cut it yet

bucky barnes spending some time with dementia patients (or amnesiacs) because he understands how lonely it is when everyone wants you to be someone you don’t remember being at all

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bucky bringing dry erase markers with him when he visits sick kids and letting them draw on his metal arm

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that’s how you make armor for women, no bullshit boob cups.

Just beautiful.

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Boob cups must be the most uncomfortable things on earth… What the hell are you supposed to do when one of your boobs slips out? Let’s say you inhale or move your chest somehow so your breasts get free from the cup and end up clipped on the edge?? You can’t even pull them like you can when your bra gets all screwed up! Like who wants to wear that while they’re fighting monsters and shit?

I hit reblog so hard I may have sprained my finger

Boob cups are even worse than that. Because they curve around the breast, if you’re hit in the chest all the force is concentrated on the sternum, which will break and potentially puncture the heart and lungs. But i guess the people who draw them are hoping that the enemies will be too aroused to attack?

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Even with those four numbers there are countless possible combinations. Good luck with figuring out which one is the right one you punk.

*straightens calculator*

It’s pretty likely that it’s a four digit number, and as there are four digits chosen there, that means that there cannot be any repetition. This means that there are:

n!/(n-4)! possible orders. As ‘n’ is 4 (number of digits available). 4!/0! which becomes 4x3x2x1/1 which simplifies to 24. That means that there are 24 possible combinations of codes. This would take you about two or three minutes to input all possible codes.

Unless an alarm goes off if you don’t get it right in 3 tries.

*straightens calculator again*

Kick the door in.

Well ‘technically’ the code is most likley 1970. Statistically, a majority of people, when told to choose a 4 digit code will choose their birth year. And this key pad is obviously a few years old to put it nicely, so that’s most likley it. 

Some Sherlock Holmes just went down over here.

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No, no, no. Don’t base your deductions of psychology. Let’s talk chemistry. When you first press a button, there’s more of the natural oils on your skin, and therefore it wears down the numbers on the keys faster. Obviously 0 is the first one, then. Try 0791 first.

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Sherlock out.

Woah.

It got better.

And this is why the Sherlock fandom could either rule the world or end it….

Close, but not quite, I think. People will almost always choose a number they can remember. What’s memorable about 0791? Try 0719 - a birthday, 19th of July. That is more likely.

Those deductions are great and all, but unnecessary.

The light is green.

The door is already open.

And that’s why we have a John Watson.

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