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katsplanet:

yahoo wants to buy tumblr so i’m making an early prediction as to what would happen if this were to take place

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tastefullyoffensive:

Comedian Kurt Braunohler raised $6,000 on Kickstarter to “hire a man in a plane to write stupid things in the sky”.

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richardsbrook:

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atlinmerrick:

They’re not the prettiest shoes he’s ever seen. Then again, when he first saw them John had been living at 221B for fifty-two days and hadn’t taken much notice of high heels, well, ever.

Because none of his girlfriends wore heels. Not one. If John thinks about it, he’s pretty sure it’s because in heels each of them would have been taller than he, and maybe they thought that would matter to him. Or maybe it mattered to them.

Except that’s not the point.

The point is that when John first saw the violin heels all those years ago he’d barely known Sherlock a couple months and so he didn’t associate the shoes with his flatmate, though he did amuse himself wondering what kind of song Sherlock might compose on such a strange instrument. Would it be fast, like the staccato beat of a quick stride? Or mournful, like the dark world in which he so often moved?

John remembers he’d grinned, moved on, flight of fancy forgotten.

And then time passed and flatmates became lovers became fiancés became husbands, and five years on John happened across those odd heels again, and though they weren’t the prettiest shoes he’d ever seen—no grand bows, gems, or jewel tones—John bought them for his lithe love.

And that’s when Sherlock showed him the kind of song you compose on such an instrument.

The tune begins a cappella, the vocalist one tall man laughing, amused by his strange and silly gift.

The song then becomes a capriccio piece with the quick and lively clatter of heels across a bedroom floor.

Soon thereafter the tune shifts into something for two voices, singers achieving a fine harmony of high giggles and low murmurs.

The piece then moves in slow and stately progression to something almost hymn-like, reverent and hushed. By far the longest portion of the song, this section is full of the soft susurration of fingers across flesh, of whispers against the fine shell of ears.

Eventually the tune ramps to its staccato and atonal conclusion, one singer’s voice breathy and profane as he comes, the other dark and loud as he follows long minutes after.

The violin heels aren’t the prettiest shoes either of them have ever seen, no, definitely not, but in the end beauty finds a way, it always does.

Dvancecinco thought these shoes needed a fic to go with them; I did too. Story: Atlin Merrick; Shoe submission: A Cumberbatch Of Cookies; Shoe designer: Kobi Levi.

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kmanovaere:

kitsunebaba:

g00kie-m0nster:

peacefulvibes:

stonefreedreamer:

This had nothing to do with smoking weed or getting high. This is about our earth. This is about our future. This is about the future of our race as humans. 

I am all for hemp. Hemp is the cure for so many things wrong in this world. Hemp can make such a difference!

kitsunebaba, look what appeared on my dash :D

 IT USES 5 TIMES LESS WATER THAN COTTON

AND PRODUCES LIKE 10 TIMES MORE

AND IT HAS TWO SEASONS IN ONE YEAR AND IT IS STRONGER

WHEN YOU MAKE IT INTO PAPER IT DOESN’T YELLOW

YOU CAN MAKE FREAKING CONCRETE OUT OF IT THAT GETS HARDER OVER TIME AND BREATHES SO IT DOESN’T CRACK

THE OIL IS SUPER GOOD FOR YOU

IT WAS THE ORIGINAL FUEL FOR CARS

YOU CANNOT GET HIGH FROM IT!!!! 

 THEY USED TO MAKE SAILS OUT OF IT

YOU CAN USE 80% OF IT FOR PAPER RATHER THEN 20-30% FOR TREES

IT WAS ONLY BOYCOTTED BECAUSE THE COTTON INDUSTRY WAS GOING DOWNHILL

Hemp is a victim of vested interests versus common sense. It would be nice to change that.

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chemicaldarkshine:

hardestcopy:

bijou1986:

A Mom went to have dinner with her son who lives with his roommate.
During the course of the meal, his mother couldn’t help but notice how handsome his roommate was. She had been suspicious about her sons sexuality but being a good mother she felt that he would let her know if and when the time was right but seeing the two together just made her more curious.

Over the course of the evening, while watching the interaction between the two she wondered even more if there was more here than meets the eye. Her son, sensing his mothers watchfully eye volunteered, “really Mom, I can tell what you’re thinking and you can just get it out of your mind, we are just roommates and nothing more”.

About a week later the roommate remarked, “ever since your mother was here the silver serving platter has been missing, do you think she took it?”

He responded, “Well I’m sure she didn’t but I will email her and ask just to be sure” he sat down and wrote:

Hey Mom
I’m not saying you did take the silver platter from the house and I am not saying you didn’t take it but the fact remains that it has been missing ever since you were here for dinner.
Love,
Your Son.

A couple days later he got a response from his mother:

Dear Son,
I am not saying that you do sleep with your roommate and I am not saying that you don’t sleep with him and you know I love you and could care less either way but the fact remains that if he was sleeping in his own bed he would have found the platter under his pillow.
When are the two of you coming for dinner?
Love,
Mom

BEST MOM

I’m crYING

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