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aladyvainglorious:

Aren’t these paintings gorgeous?

They were done by Adolf Hitler.

His application for art school was denied because he painted in a traditional manner rather than the expressionist, pre-surrealist, abstract, or cubist ways of his time. They told him he’d be better off going into architecture. He took offense.

Interestingly, he later took on roles as an architect during his rule.

posted 3 weeks ago with 13 notes | © / via

Have to take care; unless there’s a ‘where,’ you’ll only be wandering blind

adamantiumwolverine:

kidmollyhooper:

“I’m sixteen. I’m not a kid.” She sighed, inching closer and shouldering her duffel. “Thing is… I’m thinking I could get a job or something. And then I’d get more money. Going back home really isn’t an option. Not when you’ve screwed up as bad as I have.” Molly stuck out a hand to him. “I’m Molly.”

“Jobs round here ain’t easy to come by. But trying never hurt anyone.” He glanced down at her hand before taking it, shaking it slightly. “Logan. And why ain’t it an option? Or is that something you’re not telling people?”

She dropped her hand after he’d shaken it, shrugging. “It’ll sound stupid, but…” Molly sighed, rolling her eyes. She knew exactly how it would sound. “It’s only partly because of a boy. My best friend. And he was going to ask his girlfriend to marry him, and then he kissed me and… I think it’s just probably best if I don’t go back. And also, my dad’s kind of not the greatest or anything.”

posted 4 weeks ago with 13 notes | © / via

#adamantiumwolverine - #runaway molly -

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demonicpencilpusher:

henrycooksey:

This is weird, but incredible, but weird, but literally the best thing I’ve heard all week.

[[I have to have this on my blog. I regret nothing.]]

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posted 4 weeks ago with 128 notes | © / via

"Sherlock dreams. John only figures this out after he appears to be experiencing a genuine nightmare and the sleep-talking goes from something funny and oddly endearing into something that tugs painfully at his heartstrings when he finds Sherlock, quite unexpectedly, first asking for his mother and then for Mycroft in a way that suggests to John he’s flashing back to his childhood somewhere. He watches him for a while, listening to his murmurs and soft whines as he calls out softly for someone with increasing despair, and wonders if he should wake him up. Upon realising he’d have no idea what to do or say to Sherlock if he would he eventually slides out of bed and sits in the bathroom, on the edge of the bath, until the sounds from the bedroom die down and the dream seems to have evaporated. He doesn’t mention it in the morning and Sherlock seems no different from usual. John wonders if the most brilliant mind in London remembers his dreams, and how often Sherlock called out like that as a child, waiting in the dark for someone who wasn’t coming."

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(via mycroft)

[ AU RP | Addict!Sherlock ]

onceadetective-alwaysadetective:

missmollyblog:

Molly slipped into the room with a nervous smile. The smile vanished at his spasm, and she put the things down on the coffee table, inching forward uncertainly.

“Erm… Sherlock, is everything alright? Have you eaten?”

Sherlock sunk into his seat,”No,” he answered bluntly,”There’s a reason for that. Eating is useless, useless!” The detective set his head on the arm of the chair, his matted hair falling almost picture-perfectly against his pale — now blue tinted — skin. “You look..” he paused, closing his eyes as a pounding shot against his head,”Scared.” he finished slowly.

“I-I am… Sherlock, you look sick. You look… Dead.” She whispered the last word, dropping down next to the chair and brushing his hair from his face, only to pull her hand back in surprise at the papery texture of his skin. “What happened? Are you feeling well? I should call someone… John, maybe…” Her nervousness at seeing him was apparently forgotten in her concern for his well-being.

(Source: snarky-cock)

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