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puffpastrycrimewatch · 5 months
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Man I always end up drawing till 1am, I just get all my ideas at night
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if-you-fan-a-fire · 1 year
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"GRABS EMPTY PURSE," Toronto Star. April 9, 1943. Page 7. ==== Thief in Military Uniform Gets Nothing for Pains ---- An empty purse was all a thief dressed in military uniform obtained when he robbed Miss Mary Elliott, St. George St., on MacLennan Ave. hill at midnight last night.
About the same time Mrs. John W. Sherwin, walking on Dovercourt Rd., a block from her home, had her purse snatched from her arm. It contained $3. The thief ran up an alleyway.
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shirozora-draws · 7 months
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*looks at the clock* oh god not AGAIN-
I was editing the Grogu baby crimes shaker charm to get a second samples order on order, but I had some stuff from Shotdeck, an excellent resource for your composition and color key needs, open on the side as references for the 3quelfic illustrations, and saw one out of the corner of my eye that had a particular composition/color key. That was all I needed for the brain to flip a switch and demand I break out the quick/rough sketch brushes.
I have the worst impulse control.
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whenthegoldrays · 9 months
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I don't have many followers, so I'd really appreciate your reblogs for a bigger sample size!
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the-kipsabian · 4 months
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anoonimthepoorchad · 6 months
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Late night thoughts because we had one more late night air raid and I can't fall asleep during those: it's kind of weird that I always associated the Holodomor remembrance day's dinner as something cursed, when even the tastiest food feels gross and you just kinda feel dirty, ill and ashamed, and it repeats every year. I think it's because most information politics in my childhood were concentrated on retelling the stories of people who survived the genocide, but they didn't really put an accent on blaming the imperialistic ussr for murdering our people. So instead it felt like a guilt trip for eating and being healthy and not killed by russians. And this year it felt slightly less shameful, because I thought more about how similarly we repeat the doomed fates of our people, 90 years ago and now, and how fucked up it is that moskals (russians) keep on killing us and that the world just lets them do it. I felt like I finally wasn't a "spoiled by being allowed to exist normally" child. And I finally understood how fucked the whole narrative was, to blame us for needing to eat, and for being killed by russians not such a long time ago and now.
Also I now think that other people, especially those who live in safety, feel the same guilt reading about us, in danger. But safety is a human right, just like food is. So people shouldn't blame themselves for not being in danger, instead they should think about what they can do now, tomorrow and every day to ensure that no moskal (russian), imperialistic scum or any other trash of a person gets to rule over our human rights.
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toxintouch · 18 days
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Mhin: Poorly Disguised || Mhin x Unspecified MC (Dom!MC is implied??) Rating: T || CW: Implied future misuse of a Senobium (clergy/government?) uniform. Brothel mention in narrative. Stolen clothes that don't fit. Premise: crack treated seriously.
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Mhin's arms are crossed tightly, eyes closed, breaths carefully even.  They can hear the shuffling of fabric behind them.  Uncertain steps.  The sound of your bandaged hands smoothing down starched fabric.
A long stretch of silence.
Their eyebrow twitches in impatience; they lose count of the exhalations they were taking a census of.
“Mhin, I…uh, I don't think this is going to work.”
Mhin turns to you impatiently, a sharp question poised on their lips, but once their eyes land on you they see exactly what you mean.  
The Senobium uniform hugs the contours of your body far too tightly for propriety.  The buttons on the blouse are splayed open a scandalous amount, unable to close due to the poor fit of the stolen garment, thus allowing Mhin a teasing glimpse of your chest.  The tempting image of you is burned in their mind before they can look away, the heart that they had been keeping so carefully in check while you changed now racing.
You don't look a single bit like you'd be mistaken for a legitimate member of the clergy, not even to the uncaring or untrained eye.  Not that much of anyone could possibly look away from you, once they’ve caught a glimpse…
Idiot, don't you know what you–
Mhin feels the heat staining their face as they press their palms against their eyes as if to ward off a headache.  They need to reign themselves in before they forget all self control.  They aren't going to allow themselves to look at you again while you're still wearing that.
Not that it helps.  Mhin won’t be forgetting what they saw any time soon.  You look like someone's very expensive, if very heretical, fantasy.  Mhin doesn't even want to guess what someone might pay at Elyon’s brothel just to look at you, let alone…
“This was a stupid idea,” Mhin spits through hands still shielding their face.  If they are lucky you'll mistake their body language for an expression of pure frustration and not the attempt to hide their blush that it is.
But Mhin has never been very lucky.
They're so flustered that they don’t even hear you approach–your lips brushing against their ear as you speak comes as a surprise, their cursed predator-sharp instincts gone silent.
“Maybe not that terrible of an idea…” you posit.  Mhin shivers despite themself; if you didn't know the effect you had on them before, you certainly do now.
They can feel the fever of you against their side, can feel you like an arrow to the heart, leaning into them with your body, your own hands held carefully out of the way.  You chuckle darkly, pressing a dizzying kiss against the sensitive skin covering their parotid before you rest your chin sweetly in the curve of their neck and shoulder.
“You put all that work into getting this uniform for us, Mhin... I know it turned out to be a dead end but... I should still reward you for your hard work, right?”
Against their better judgment, Mhin drops their hands. Turns to face you. Finds their fingers pressing urgently into your skin, curving along your jaw giving you the very touch they so often wish they could receive from you. The ease with which you welcome their kiss–the way you've anticipated their eager capitulation–is something they'll have to scold themself about at a later date. For now...
It is unwise to allow a debt to go unpaid in this city.
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if-you-fan-a-fire · 1 year
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"TWO MEN ARE ROBBED OF $4 BY FOUR BANDITS," Montreal Star. May 2, 1933. Page 3. ---- Assorted Burglaries Also Reported to Police ---- Victims of a highway robbery, Lucien Desroches, 5930 St. Andre street, and Lucien Ladouceur, 5888 St. Hubert street, were relieved of$4 last night, 10 minutes past mid-night. The two were walking home-ward and had reached the corner of Alma and Bellechasse when four youths, one of whom they thought was armed, stopped them and ordered them to hand over their money.
G. W. Graham, manager of construction company at 207 Van Horne avenue, reported to police that his office had been entered during the night. An electric clock valued at $15, a cheque for $6, and $2 worth of stamps were taken.
Cash and cheques to a total of $225 were stolen from the office of Harry Timmerman, 3692 St. Lawrence Boulevard, on Sunday night. Mr. Timmerman discovered yesterday that someone had entered his establishment by climbing a fire escape and breaking a second storey window, but thought that nothing had been taken until he discovered the loss of the money.
Cigars and cigarettes to a value of $100 were stolen last night from the restaurant of Henri Parent, 4251 Notre Dame street east. Entry was gained by breaking a rear window.
Theft of a bath tub valued at $40. and other fixtures valued at $10. from an empty house at 3503 Adam street, was reported by Albert Charette, 1430 Joliette street. The theft took place during the week-end, he said.
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ky-landfill · 1 year
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joshbruh10x · 9 months
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I am running on 3 hours of sleep and fnaf brainrot and needed an excuse to sketch these two so here's this
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cruelsister-moved2 · 1 year
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like we are on our nine billionth positivity post for cis men with beards and masculine trans men and feminine lesbians and bi people in m/f relationships and nb people who are comfortable passing as their agab etc.... do we need more? is straight people not being able to tell you're gay/trans really the biggest issue facing lgbt people right now?
there seems to be this undiminishable reservoir of care and sympathy for the very idea of having ur queerness slighted in any context. meanwhile people who never get the choice whether or not to hide it are routinely dehumanised, othered, and ignored. if the issues facing these groups do get discussed it's almost never with much concern for their feelings. invalidation and erasure may be one of the issues facing lgbt people and it deserves attention too but I really don't think you can claim at this point that it isn't getting its fair share already.
for what it's worth, even your hypothetical most flaming butch lesbian/fem gay man/androgynous nb person etc still meets people who assume they're cishet, who even actively refuse to acknowledge that they're not. the false equivalence between erasure and overt prejudice alleged exclusively by those who largely experience only the former is in fact erasing the reality of people who experience both
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mysterious-headhunter · 2 months
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(I could not sleep… I hope this is not too gruesome for you.)
*I stare down at the back of his head. His hair parts round the barrel I’m pressing against his skull. I feel a small pressure in my hand as he pushes the barrel deeper into his skull.*
“I thought you followed orders. Shoot.”
*the figures hands bound behind him. His shirt rips to shreds with blood staining the remnants. He’s yelling at me*
“I said shoot. Or do you not follow orders when they hurt your feelings?*
*his hatred for me is obvious in his voice.*
“I…you can still be forgiven…you don’t need to die-”
“I SAID SHOOT.”
*my eyes closes, a hollow jester as everything is still recorded with my secondary camera. I watch as my hand pulls the trigger of the gun. I listen to the sound as his head is blown in and splatters against the wall.*
*I get up and walk past the body of the children he tried stopping me from killing. Damn fool. Why couldn’t he just follow orders? Why did he have to go and get a concussion? Why?…*
*I continue to walk to my ship as I hear a scream. I do not turn, as I board my ship and activate stealth.*
*I fly off leaving behind 12 bodies. The king, his queen, their advisor, their children, those poor maids, and my apprentice.*
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*I regain consciousness in my room*
“I didn’t know I could sleep…let alone dream”
*I look over to see @druidicrepository staring at the wall as my projector retracts back into my head.*
(Also I have had no one spell check this so it could just be grammatically shit if so I’m sorry)
@druidicrepository
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rocksalt-and-pie · 2 years
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I'm just waiting for the day that chocolate guy snaps and creates a huge fucking detailed cock and balls all with veins and pubic hair and everything and you only notice what's happening when he's almost done
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PARTNERS IN CRIME - Stevinel SU Fan Comic Chapter 2: Rogues Like Me Page No. 38
Ch.1 Start Ch.2 Start Previous Next
Let’s jump straight into it!!!
We got a little bit of exposition for Condor over the past two pages, and now we’re jumping straight into some story-building revelations.
Condor Agate knows why Spinel returned to the Armoury; Spinel claims she wants to “know how to find the rogues”, but Condor explains why she knows that’s not true. She knows that Spinel wants to join them.
But Spinel is afraid Condor will accuse her of treason against the Diamonds. Rogue gems are criminals, after all. But this turn of events surprises her – why isn’t Condor angry that Spinel is committing treason?
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(Made in FireAlpaca) Steven Universe is owned by Rebecca Sugar
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badolmen · 7 months
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Not to be extreme but dear God hold onto hope.
Things will be better one day. People will sing and dance in colorful clothes under dazzling lights again. A parent will rock their child to sleep on a quiet night again. A grandparent will teach their grandchild to cook a family recipe again. People will laugh and cry and love and grieve in the most mundane of ways once more. This will happen no matter what you believe, but hoping and believing in such things will ease your heart and kindle your resolve to see it within your lifetime. Have hope, and you will give life to the world you hope to see.
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nightmare-grass · 1 month
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Between how terribly a lot of Amazon workers are treated and that one news story of the Boeing whistleblower who ended up dead before he could speak in court, doesn’t it feel like late stage capitalism has converted big businesses into low key organized crime? Companies try and find the most loopholes in the legal system while finding the most non-illegal way to throw money at lawmakers to create more loopholes, all so they can get rich quicker and cut more corners, putting people in danger more often than not. And they often pay people for their silence on the more controversial stuff. That feels like what organized crime is, right? Am I going insane?
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