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The fact you can still see parts of my old tattoo under the cover up really erks me. But otherwise I just realized I never posted a picture of my crystal pipe so enjoy!💠

Where’s the best place to look for wildlife when visiting America’s public lands? Sometimes you have to look where you least expect. Case in point: This pic of bobcat hiding in a cactus at Organ Pipe Cactus National Monument in Arizona. Photo by National Park Service.

‘Of Assumptions and Snogging’ Chapter 1

dedicated to and based on @writingwife-83‘s prompt idea <3</b>

“Good morning, darling,” Sherlock smiled as he swept into the lab. Molly was concentrating on the slide under the microscope until her concentration was broken by the feel of his full lips against the side of her neck. She immediately jerked away and a flash of confusion and pain washed over her. It had only been a week since the phone call, and though they had discussed the event of that night involving his sister, Molly thought it was clear she wished to only move on from it.

“What are you doing?” she asked with annoyance, despite the fact she was still in love with him.

“Snogging you,” Sherlock replied matter-of-factly. “I thought it was fairly obvious.” He paused a moment before handing her a to-go cup. “I bought you coffee, just the way you like it.”

“Thanks,” she muttered, accepting the cup hesitantly. Molly took a sip and turned back to her microscope, attempting to ignore the strange greeting she had received. It wasn’t that she didn’t enjoy having his lips on her, but the pain of the phone call was still fresh in her mind. She was still wondering if he had really meant it, but something in the way his voice caressed those precious three words the second time told her everything she needed to know. But still, she wouldn’t let him just jump into this. She wanted to be chased a little.

Sherlock broke her thought process as he extended a finger, placing it beneath her chin and bringing her lips to meet hers. Molly reciprocated for a moment before pushing him away gently.

“What’s wrong? Why don’t you want to kiss me? Are you breaking up with me?” Sherlock rambled on, his calm tone laced with panic. She looked up at him and his face looked like that of a puppy that had been kicked.

“Sherlock, we’re not even in a relationship,” Molly informed him with a small laugh.

“But I love you and you love me,” Sherlock told her. “Doesn’t that warrant a relationship?” Molly’s breath caught in her throat at how simply he said the words with ease. Then she laughed, harder than she had laughed in months. “Molly, why are you laughing at me?”

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My new pipes I bought! I love Legend of Zelda so when I saw these I had to buy them. These are so beautiful so thank you Illustrated Square for making these beautiful pieces of work. 

Fanfic - Consorting With The Enemy - 1/1

Title: Consorting With The Enemy

Summary: On the night before Nationals Blaine is dared to kiss the first stranger to enter the elevator of their motel. The stranger ends up being Sebastian Smythe, captain of the rival team.

Pairing: Seblaine

Rating: PG-13

Word Count: 1433

“Come on Blaine.”

“You can’t back out now.”

“Don’t be a chicken!”

Blaine turned around to see all the girls members in New Directions staring at him in eagerness and amusement.

“I think I changed my mind,” Blaine said, “I want to do truth.”

“Nuh uh,” Sugar shook her finger at him. “No taker backers. You said you would do a dare.”

“You have to go through with it Blaine,” Tina nodded solemnly.

“Besides this could be the only action you get for months,” Kitty teased.

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On November 15th 1746 a young piper called James Reid from Angus was executed at York in England, his crime playing the pipes as an “Instrument of war”. 

Now there are versions of this story that say Reid was hung, drawn and quartered but on researching this I could find no proof this was the execution method.
Reid served as a piper in the 1st Battalion, Lord Ogilvy’s Forfarshire Regiment, raised in October 1745 in support of Bonnie Prince Charlie’s rebellion. Was among several men from this regiment left as part of the garrison of the English border city of Carlisle when the Jacobite rebels abandoned their invasion of England. Was captured when the city surrendered to government forces in December 1745. At his treason trial, it was put forward in his defense that as a musician, he did not carry arms and had not struck a blow against King George. The court, however, ruled that “a Highland regiment never marched without a piper, and therefore his bagpipe, in the eyes of the law, is an instrument of war"—a legal distinction unique to the pipes.
Reid was not the only piper captured but seems to be the only one on record as being executed  as records show one was pardoned, perhaps due to the fact he was "a blind Highland Pyper” another was transported and a third “discharged”

Another myth connected with this story is that the pipes were included in the disarming Act of Proscription which came into force on August 1746, this did indeed ban the wearing of the kilt but no mention was made of our national instrument. 

The pipes in the picture will be very similar to those played by the unfortunate Reid and were said to have been found on Culloden Moor, they are on display in the visitors centre there.