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crossovers-are-cool:

ashwokirwin:

notsufferingfrominsanity:

lukeisherenow:

notsufferingfrominsanity:

tchaikyourprivilege:

i want to know the key signature so badly like it would change so many things

Hell, we don’t even know what clef this is in, this could sound like almost anything.

the important part is it’s about a burrito tho

But the burrito might sound sad depending on the key.I want to know the emotional state of this burrito. I’ve become invested in learning its story.

I FOUND IT

GOD BLESS YOU

crossovers-are-cool:

ashwokirwin:

notsufferingfrominsanity:

lukeisherenow:

notsufferingfrominsanity:

tchaikyourprivilege:

i want to know the key signature so badly like it would change so many things

Hell, we don’t even know what clef this is in, this could sound like almost anything.

the important part is it’s about a burrito tho

But the burrito might sound sad depending on the key.

I want to know the emotional state of this burrito. I’ve become invested in learning its story.

I FOUND IT

GOD BLESS YOU

omfg-humor:

evaded:

If I text you first, you better appreciate that shit because I don’t do it for just anyone.

 

kalories:

fraustrodamus:

My mum broke her wrist and didnt want to go to her dinner party with an ugly cast so I broke out some brushes and painted Van Gogh’s ” Starry night ” on it for her.

oh yeah, no biggie, lemme just whip out my brushes and paint a lil something-something. easy.

kalories:

fraustrodamus:

My mum broke her wrist and didnt want to go to her dinner party with an ugly cast so I broke out some brushes and painted Van Gogh’s ” Starry night ” on it for her.

oh yeah, no biggie, lemme just whip out my brushes and paint a lil something-something. easy.

thekingofwinter:

takohai:

glitteringknight:

"Your highness" is gender neutral.

So you know, if you’re ever confused about my pronouns.

That’ll work.

alternatively, “your majesty,” “my liege,” and “supreme overlord”

please note that “your grace” is also acceptable

stay-weird-af:

Hickeys make me happy

fucking-femtastic:

twsnyderman:

sosa-parks:

When a girl says “Make me” that’s secret code for “fuck the shit outta me until I can’t walk or talk straight”

Is this true ladies?

this is 100% true

Angelina Jolie’s speech at the Global Summit to End Sexual Violence in Conflict

cannibalcoalition:

republicanidiots:

poliscrutiny101:

What a concept. “In 2005, Utah figured out that the annual cost of E.R. visits and jail stays for homeless people was about $16,670 per person, compared to $11,000 to provide each homeless person with an apartment and a social worker. So, …the state began giving away apartments, with no strings attached. Each participant in Utah’s Housing First program also gets a caseworker to help them become self-sufficient, but they keep the apartment even if they fail. The program has been so successful that other states are hoping to achieve similar results with programs modeled on Utah’s.” Learn more: http://bit.ly/M59d7e See More
 — with Daniel Divine and 8 others.

So I guess letting the free market decide who gets homes didn’t really work out.

Dear, Indiana… 

cannibalcoalition:

republicanidiots:

poliscrutiny101:

What a concept.

“In 2005, Utah figured out that the annual cost of E.R. visits and jail stays for homeless people was about $16,670 per person, compared to $11,000 to provide each homeless person with an apartment and a social worker. So, the state began giving away apartments, with no strings attached. Each participant in Utah’s Housing First program also gets a caseworker to help them become self-sufficient, but they keep the apartment even if they fail. The program has been so successful that other states are hoping to achieve similar results with programs modeled on Utah’s.”

Learn more: http://bit.ly/M59d7e
See More

— with Daniel Divine and 8 others.

So I guess letting the free market decide who gets homes didn’t really work out.

Dear, Indiana… 

weepingdildo:

I want a relationship that’s just like super cool friendship with like kissing

tristinawright:

geardrops:

depraved-heart-murder:

appropriately-inappropriate:

dykeprivilege:

jessicabeachgirl:

seethestarsablaze:

heyimrudeacid:

lesbii-cool:

*starts a fire in my kitchen*

*starts fire in my bedroom*

Omfg. Um. Hello there.

*Starts a fire in my pants!!!*

*gets trapped in lift*

The best part is that there’s a fairly decent chance, given the background of the photo (dry wilderness and scrub brush) that the firefighter in this picture is a Hotshot—
And Hotshots, along with Smoke-Jumpers, are sort of like… Okay. If firefighters are rockstars, Hot-Shots are Queen and Smoke-Jumpers are whatever Tony Stark uses to rev himself up for badassery.
Hotshots are elite firefighters who train extensively and are inserted into high-risk terrain in order to fight the fire on the ground. In layman’s terms—if there’s a forest fire threatening your house, the hotshots are the dudes digging the fire trenches while whirling beams of fire snap give feet from them.
And then, then, there’s the Smoke-Jumpers. As their name implies, they jump smoke. In layman’s terms—the fires the hotshots can’t reach by land? Those crazy fuckera PARACHUTE into forest fires.
Because jumping out of a plane isn’t scary enough, they do it in near-zero visibility, through scorching smoke, with the risk that the thermals and currents could blow them right into a burning tree, to pick a landing spot so they can then be in remote backwoods wilderness with minimal hope of rescue if something goes tits up.
So yeah. If this lady’s an urban firefighter she’s a huge badass. But if my guess is right and she’s a more elite unit, then I want to have her gay babies like, yesterday.

Whoa.

reblogging for that long essay because goddamn

Oh my goddamn, son

tristinawright:

geardrops:

depraved-heart-murder:

appropriately-inappropriate:

dykeprivilege:

jessicabeachgirl:

seethestarsablaze:

heyimrudeacid:

lesbii-cool:

*starts a fire in my kitchen*

*starts fire in my bedroom*

Omfg. Um. Hello there.

*Starts a fire in my pants!!!*

*gets trapped in lift*

The best part is that there’s a fairly decent chance, given the background of the photo (dry wilderness and scrub brush) that the firefighter in this picture is a Hotshot—

And Hotshots, along with Smoke-Jumpers, are sort of like… Okay. If firefighters are rockstars, Hot-Shots are Queen and Smoke-Jumpers are whatever Tony Stark uses to rev himself up for badassery.

Hotshots are elite firefighters who train extensively and are inserted into high-risk terrain in order to fight the fire on the ground.
In layman’s terms—if there’s a forest fire threatening your house, the hotshots are the dudes digging the fire trenches while whirling beams of fire snap give feet from them.

And then, then, there’s the Smoke-Jumpers. As their name implies, they jump smoke.
In layman’s terms—the fires the hotshots can’t reach by land? Those crazy fuckera PARACHUTE into forest fires.

Because jumping out of a plane isn’t scary enough, they do it in near-zero visibility, through scorching smoke, with the risk that the thermals and currents could blow them right into a burning tree, to pick a landing spot so they can then be in remote backwoods wilderness with minimal hope of rescue if something goes tits up.

So yeah. If this lady’s an urban firefighter she’s a huge badass. But if my guess is right and she’s a more elite unit, then I want to have her gay babies like, yesterday.

Whoa.

reblogging for that long essay because goddamn

Oh my goddamn, son