#contraband smuggling

[if-you-fan-a-fire]

"Truck Seized At Fort Erie," Niagara Falls Review. October 16, 1933. Page 10. --- Contraband concealed beneath load of weekly newspapers ---- MALT-EXTRACT ---- FORT ERIE, Ont., Oct. 16. - (CP) - While customs officials declined to give out information it was learned here today that a truck destined for Brantford had been seized at the Peace Bridge together with a quantity of contraband malt extract. The seizure was made by a special inspector from the Customs Excise Department in Ottawa.

It was learned the contraband was concealed beneath a load of weekly newspapers being trucked Into Canada.

[likesdoodling]

Just an au idea I thought up a while ago :D

[runnerfivestillalive]

This is from the book, while Crowley is trying to talk Aziraphale into helping him stop armageddon, and does his drunken ramble about eternity. Apparently God enjoys The Sound of Music.

“You’ll enjoy it. You really will. You won’t have a choice.”

I feel like this line gets overlooked a lot. It’s an important line, for sheer horror potential.

Whatever the control mechanism is, clearly it isn’t running on every angel at all times, because if that was the case, a rebellion never would have happened. Aziraphale wouldn’t have six thousand years of doubts piling up to critical capacity. Gabriel wouldn’t have been able to escape.

But it’s also clearly very easily turned on, since they both accept that it would be used for something as petty as enjoying a movie. This lack of will can be rolled over angels at any time, for any reason.

Aziraphale clearly has some dread of this. *Crowley* knows it, and used it to convince Aziraphale to help him stop armageddon. But Aziraphale is very good at letting one part of his brain know something while another part of his brain denies it, so it’s not clear how much *Aziraphale* knows he dreads it, even as that dread shapes his character.

He’s never really broken free of Heaven. Even when he was being called a traitor, he wasn’t fallen, and so he was expecting to be called home eventually. And he’d be happy, of course. He won’t have a choice.

Aziraphale’s been trying to walk away from Heaven for at least six thousand years. He walked away from guard duty. He gave away his sword. He lied straight to God’s face about it. He lied to the archangels, and then straight up told Crowley he was ready to go to Hell. Several millennia of trouble-making and demon-fraternizing later, he stood in the middle of Heaven, declared he wasn’t going to fight in any war, then escaped via the demonic act of human possession. He is ready to GO.

And still his wings are snowy white. He’s just as angelic as when he first worried the pretty starmaker might get in trouble, and tried to protect him with a warning.

But he can’t escape. Heaven isn’t letting anyone else go. And he knows what his future holds. Eventually, no matter how many times they put it off, eventually he will be called back to Heaven.

And so, what promises can he make Crowley?

To stay with him always? Of course not. To love him? Can he even promise to love him? No. He’ll eventually be dragged back to Heaven, and he’ll be happy to go, and he won’t even miss him. *He won’t have a choice.*

And perhaps that’s the problem. He loves Crowley too much to make promises he can’t keep.

[peach-moths]

Shark illustration I made at work and had to get the IT guy to smuggle off the computer for me

[sincerely-sofie]

I know that officially Twigs bunker door had failed due to a lack of maintenance and loss of technological knowledge

but given how the Aunt was willing to set the bunker on fire, I sometimes wonder if she sabotaged it on purpose

then again, its not like theres any way for Twig and Co. to even know the full story

… Would now be a bad time to say that the Future was restored in such a way that Twig’s bunker is intact and everyone inside is still alive, including her aunt, and that I’ve been planning a comic that explores a possible reunion with her as well as a paradoxical human version of Twig?

[askaceattorney]

Dear Tanzanite-zircon,

After the Matt Engarde situation, I never want to be blackmailed to taking a client.

Not to say it won't happen again, it's happened twice, but if the client is guilty...

Just be upfront with me. I'll give that client a great defense than if there was no hostage or blackmailing. I PROMISE I won't deny their defense if any client just tells me they just murdered someone and just needs a lawyer.

(It's really not that hard!)

- Phoenix Wright

[definitelynotaraccoon]

SPELL OUT YOUR URL WITH SONG TITLES - THEN TAG AS MANY PEOPLE AS THERE ARE LETTERS IN THE URL

Tagged by: @revenantinflames "You saw how many letters were in my url yet punished me anyway. Jerk."

D - Don’t Stop Me Now - Queen E - Everybody Wants To Rule The World - Tears For Fears F - Final Countdown - Europe I - In My Life - The Beatles (his personal favorite here) N - Never Gonna Give You Up - Rick Astley (has no idea about the meme) I - I Shot The Sheriff - Bob Marley and Eric Clapton  Either is good. T - Take On Me - a-ha E - Escape - Rupert Holmes (that disgusting human ‘probably a euphemism’ song) L - Lonesome Loser - Little River Band Y - You Gotta Fight for Your Right to Party - Beastie Boys N - New Moon on Monday - Duran Duran O - O Superman · Laurie Anderson (listens in private, will tell you it’s stupid.) T - Tokyo - Bruce Cockburn  A - All the Young Dudes - Mott The Hoople R - Rocky Raccoon - The Beatles (Nope. No resemblance. Fool got shot. Shut up.) A - A Real Hero - College & Electric Youth (hasn’t heard but would be a Ryan Gosl-er) C - Call Me - Blondie C - Come On Eileen · Dexys Midnight Runners O - Out Of Touch - Hall & Oates O - Oh! You Pretty Things - Bowie N - No Use in Crying - Rolling Stones

"...Maybe Stark (@overclocks) is right. Maybe I do got a music problem that needs expanding..."

"Psssh, nah. I have exceptional tastes with everything. I'm not tagging too many morons in this, I'm feeling merciful. Plus, you cannot beat my musical choices."

"...but I am tagging you, Danvers, (@paragonrising) as payback for your usual flarking paperwork!"

Additional losers to tag: @blackjack-ohare, @spiderz0mbie, @beatfreesmysoul, @galestrings

[ausetkmt]

Georgia Correctional Officer Arrested For Smuggling Contraband Inside Jail.

[daydreamerdrew]

The Adventures of Captain America (1991) #2

[ladylvck]

"If you ever need something that you...can't get by normal means, please do let me know. We can work something out, fufufufu."

[if-you-fan-a-fire]

"Un faussaire est envoyé au pénitencier," Le Soleil. May 8, 1943. Page 19. --- Chicoutimi - (D.N.C.) - Le juge Boivin a présidé un terme de la Cour du Magistrat et a prononce plusieurs condamnations variant entre un et six mois de prison pour vol et a également infligé des amendes considérables pour des infractions aux règlements de la Commission des Prix et du Commerce en temps de guerre.

M. le juge Boivin a condamné un étranger du nom de Joseph Rioux à trois ans de pénitencier pour obtention d'argent sous de faux prétexte. L'enquête dans cette affaire avait été conduite par la Sûreté Provinciale de Chicoutimi, qui retraça enfin le faussaire qui avait fait onze victimes. A la suite de nombreuses plaintes pour faux et emploi de faux documents dans le district de Chicoutimi, le constable Eudore Ouellet, officier de la patrouille de Chicoutimi, partit le 5 avril, d'après ce qui a été révélé à la Cour, pour se rendre à Sacré-Coeur, près de Tadoussac, où le faussaire était supposé se cacher sous le nom de Joseph Rioux.

Agissant sous les ordres du sergent Emile Moffet, l'agent Allard fit 150 milles de voiture dans des conditions plutôt difficiles, à cause de la tempète. Il courut le risque de traverser le Saguenay, de St- Etienne à Sacré-Coeur, à travers les glaces, dans un simple canot de toile. A Sacré-Coeur, les informations qu'il recueillit eurent pour effet de le conduire jusqu'à l'Anse Creuse, à plusieurs milles dans le bois, où il se rendit en raquettes jusqu'au camp du faussaire. En entrant dans le camp, le constable Allard se trouva tout à coup en face d'un homme solide recherché par la Sûreté Provinciale de Québec depuis deux ans, Allard ne prit pas de chance avec l'individu et l'arrêta à la pointe du revolver et lui passa les menottes.

Comme il a été révélé à la Cour. Rioux vivait dans la région depuis environ un an et se cachait dans les environs de Sacré-Coeur. De temps à autre, il se promettait un petit voyage à St-Fulgence, St-Felix-d'Otis, St-Etienne, Anse-St-Jean et aux alentours et se faisait passer pour l'acheteur de bois d'une grande compagnie de Québec. Si on lui vendait du bois il payait avec un chèque qu’il signait Joseph Rioux.

Le 27 avril, Rioux comparaissait devant M. le juge Boivin pour répondre à trois chefs d'accusation pour faux. L'accusé plaida coupable et fut condamné à 23 mois de prison. Le lendemain le prévenu comparaissait de nouveau devant le juge Boivin pour répondre à huit autres accusations de faux et emploi de faux documents. Il plaida également coupable et le juge le condamna à trois ans de pénitencier.

Le 30 avril. le sergent Emile Moffet transféra le prisonnier à Québec et le 1er mai, il comparais sait, sous le nom d'Alphonse Ouellet, devant le juge Laetare Roy à Québec pour répondre à l'accusation de faux et emploi de faux documents.

Le juge, ayant été mis au courant des condamnations antérieures reçues à Chicoutimi et considérant le passé de l'accusé qui avait déjà "pensionné" à plusieurs reprises au pénitencier, l'envoya au bagne pour un autre quinze ans.

Alphonse Ouellet, surnommé "Chapeau Blanc", s'était surtout servi, comme alias, des noms de Joseph Rioux. Jean-Baptiste LeBlanc. Jean Gauthier. Colon Ouellet, Léo Bernier, Léo Heppel, téo Bélanger. Léo Mathieu. David Thibault, Bob Thériault et quelques autres,

[readmarkclippastecollage]

For us Americans, that converts to an ass load of weed.

Items People Tried To Sneak Through Customs

A wooden door stuffed with cocaine

Frogs in a film canister

Cocaine disguised as candy

Cats filled with opium

Snake in a clay pot

A gecko in a false book

A metric ton of marijuana as a donkey

SOURCE & MORE IMAGES

[vvhiskeyneat]

"so you do think about me." Hartley for one of the new lads ;)

"I'd like to think most men recollect a decent fuck with fondness." Jack stated as if he was talking about the weather before sipping on his coffee, exhaling as the bitter liquid burned down his gullet. "You take care of business when I ask it of you, and occasionally, you get my dick wet. What's not to like?"

[blkkizzat]

❝AYY, FUCK YO IG, I PUT SOMETHIN' ON YO SONOGRAM— I'M THE MAN.ᐟ❞

─•──── FARMHAND!TOJI X BIMBO!READER

꥟ summary: farm au. you and toji can't keep your hands off each other since he first turned you out in the barn and he's determined to put a baby in you ASAP! ꥟ wc: 2088 ꥟ a/n: I had to do something for my mans for his bday and I MADE it in my time zone at least (pst) FarmHand!Toji just comes so easy to me.

HAPPY BIRTHDAY DADDY TOJI.ᐟ

[ read p1: here ]

FarmHand!Toji who after the first time fucking you senseless in the barn can't keep his hands off of you. God, it's so hard for him to get any chores and shit done when your young tight cunny spreads so willingly for him.

Out in the pastures, the herd of cows block the distant view of the both of you from the farm. Making it the perfect location for Toji to freely fuck you sloppy like you've been pouting for all morning.

Wanting to tease his sweet lil' Bunny, Toji would have made you wait even longer (so he could do a bit of actual work) but you always kept him on his toes. You were so much of a brat you pushed limits with him constantly.

This time your achieve your naughty goal by flashing him your pantyless pussy.

"Whoops, must have forgot to put some on this morning! I'm so silly huh, Daddy?"

You bat your lashes and sway your jiggling hips so innocently. Like the hot sun wasn't glistening off the gooey slick drenching your puffy pussy lips —it was fucking obscene.

Obviously, Toji is hard instantly but you still needed to be taught a lesson and he'd yet to keep his promise of 'fucking some manners into your haughty cunt.'

You clearly still didn't know how to act.

What with his lil' Bunny skipping around the farm all morning bare assed and so nonchalantly too?

How many times does he have to remind you he'd kill someone over you?

No one else was allowed to see what belonged to him alone...

Jealous as hell, Toji angerily snatches you up as you squee in excitement finally getting what you'd been craving. Easily flipping you over, Toji's large muscular arms drapes you over the old wooden fence like you were a mere feather.

The fact that Toji was supposed to be patching up said fence, not causing further structural damage from how hard he was about to tear your ass up is not lost on him. He simply just can't bring himself to give a fuck at the moment, not when you get him so riled up like this. Pushing your thin white sundress up your back, Toji doesn't even need to prepare you before he ruts into your heated core. Honestly, it didn't take Toji long at all to mold your pretty lil' pussy to the shape of his stocky girth. Your wet warm hole welcomes him back eagerly like it was his home. The pull of that creamy cunny of yours sucking him deeper to the hilt—even before his own hips could shealth himself fully inside—shit.

"That's a good girl bunny, that pussy opens up so good f'er me now, n'—HELL... She's just as fuckin' tight too."

Pistoning forward, Toji doesn't waste time with warming you up with slow strokes.

Not when you act out like this.

He knows once you get this way you are practically begging for him to pound you rough, deep and fast.

True to the nickname he bestowed you Bunny, you wanted him to fuck you stupid like one daily. Demanding Toji's hefty cock be plunged into your cunt during all hours of the day—especially at night.

Your slutty pussy was so hungry for his dick stretching her, you even foolishly volunteered the farm's security codes to Toji. Meaning he could slip not only in and out of your room at night —but the farm entirely. This was excellent for the illegal business he was forming under the cover of the farm.

Little risk of getting caught now too.

That old farmer slept like the dead and he'd been able to bribe the less than scrupulous night security workers.

Heh. Smuggling contraband in now was a breeze.

But in order for his plan to be put fully in motion he needed to knock you up quickly. Cumming in your quivering pussy 3-4 times a day was a necessity and Toji was more than up for the task.

He needed a baby in you yesterday.

And yet the way your greedy pussy hungered for him, strangling his length every time you came on his cock for the nth time made him think she secretly wanted to be a mommy too —you were the only one who didn't know that yet. You milked him so well like you were made for Toji to breed you —just waiting all this time for his nefarious ex-con cock to destroy you.

Toji grunts escalate as the old fence creaks and shakes from him brutishly bullying himself further into your guts. You moan deeply with every maddening thrust of his pelvis forcing his thick meaty cockhead to kiss your womb.

"Shiiit..Mmmm—OOOH!" The rebound of your plump ass ripples against his pelvis and Toji thinks its his favorite sight in the world. Both hands on your hips, Toji digs crescents into your flesh as he drives him into you over and over, deeper and deeper. The vulgar noises of moist skin slapping echo from your bodies —bodies which only get hotter and wetter under the oppressive heat of the sun and it's all so intoxicating. Your chest heaves as you take desperate breathes, your lungs struggle to even expand with how roughly Toji plowing into you.

There's nothing you can do but dangle there and let Daddy Toji use you like he wanted—not that you would have it any other way, loving when his cock purees your mind into just as much of the sloppy mess as your pussy. Toji could tell by your cries too just how your ass liked to be ferally manhandled like you were one of these barn animals.

"Yeah that's right my slutty brat 'moo' louder f'er Daddy while ya squirt on his cock. Ya wanna let this whole farm know who's making you feel this good, huh ma?"

You whine at Toji likening your pleasure filled sobs to that of cow noises but you're needy 'lil cunny only squeezes him tighter —just as he knew she would. Toji knows how much you like him talking crazy to you when he's fucking you six ways to Sunday, balls smacking your clit.

Thankfully no one could actually hear you from way out here. Meaning he was free to spew all kinds of nasty shit into your ear drawing even more slobber from your swollen pussy lips. It only made you hotter on the inside your mind only focusing on his debased dirty talk and the drag of his cock against your g-spot —Toji was hitting it perfectly from this angle. "Ya know ya fuckin' suck at milking cows but this juicy pussy? She sure knows how t'milk a cock like its 'er job." And it would be your job too if Toji had any say. Fuck going back to school at the end of summer and fuck getting a career. You didn't need to do anything but lay on your back and let Toji do the rest. Heh, you wouldn't be able to do much else but be on your back once you started growing his kids inside you anyway. He'd keep you nice n fucked out to the point you'd almost stay pregnant.

Spanking your ass harshly, the sting fills fresh tears on your already bleary eyes. You squeak between your pitchy moans as your pussy weeps so much of your arousal around your sex and down your thighs the squelchy gurgles of your creamy cunt are heard throughout the field.

"S'gudddd Daddy! HAH—HARDER!!"

You really are the perfect slut for him. Wanting him to go harder?

Could you even handle that?

As your reward Toji gifts you another spank, shaking the fence entirely now as it sways on its exposed hinges. It's a miracle it's still standing.

But Toji was determined to have you all for himself, to have everything —you, the farm, a wife —to bring Megumi here away from his twisted ass family so you could be the mother he never had. Thoughts of domesticating you makes him want to bust in you even more as he chases his release.

Wrapping an arm around your middle Toji lifts you so he can thumb at your clit. The rough pad of his thickest digit scrapes over your bud sending rapid tingles through your body that has drool pouring out of your mouth and cunt. "Daddy's gonna put his milk in y'er tummy, yeah Bunny? Tell me ya want it slutty mama —beg me f'er it."

But you can't beg, you can't do anything but ride the rapturous wave of pleasure radiating from your core as you squirt on his cock like a good Bunny. Your orgasm following soon after with enough force from erratic rhythm of spasms in your walls to make Toji spurt is scorching seed inside you. Filling your womb as you purr from the sensation.

Toji bites harshly down on your shoulder —another mark you'd have to hide from your uncle —who thought you were just a rather clumsy girl getting so many marks on you from your farm chores.

Slicked in sweat and your gushy pussy's fluids Toji slumps forward still inside you, his entire weight bearing down on you.

"T-Tojiiiii!" You whine in that pretty, utterly angelic way Toji usually can't resist but he had to keep his cock plugged in you a bit longer if he wanted a baby in you by the end of the month. He eases up a bit though, rubbing your sore ass cheeks and murmuring something about 'when he finally gets to use your ass' as his thumb ghosts aimlessly over your puckered hole.

When Toji finally pulls out of you, you're barely standing. Slumping your elbows on the fence, your hips went a bit numb from being folded like a pancake over the rough wood fence with a big man like Toji putting his weight on you.

Truthfully, Toji didn't even want to pull out. He could go a few more but you need to get back to the farm soon before your uncle came around looking. He'd question you if you kept missing lunch everything.

As if you could read Toji's thoughts you pipe up, voice a bit hoarse already from all your moaning. "I told my uncle I'd probably walk to the lake again today. So he won't be expecting me back until the evening, you know..." After enough feeling returns to your lower body you push off the fence and prance over to a nearby tree at the edge of the clearing. Pulling off your dress fully you lay it down on the lush green grass in the shade. Fully nude, the sun peeks through the shade's leaves, decorating your skin in its shadowed rays.

You stretch like a cat on your makeshift dress-blanket. Spreading your legs wide and arching, you gaze over to Toji from under your babydoll lashes. He's already on his way over to you. "Looks like I'm your lunch today Daddy... c'mon n' eat me up before I get cold."

Oh you didn't know what you fucking did to him... or maybe you did?

You were clever sure but all reason flew out the window when it came to Toji from the minute he first jammed his cock into your lewd sappy cunt.

Heh, you wanted FarmHand!Toji to ruin you? Well little did you know that's exactly what he planned to do anyway— trap you, and ruin your life and that pussy of yours at the same time.

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Back on farm an old dusty white bus stops at the gate.

A lone prisoner exits, a man accused of being a serial killer— 27 victims all skinned and gutted mercilessly like fish in under two years.

However, the man has always protested his innocence.

The evidence at best was circumstantial, with a conviction based solely off of a lone witness who was later proven to be unreliable. As a result the appeal of his life sentence is currently in process, much to the excitement and anger, respectfully, of both his many supporters and detractors.

Yet the way his P.O. comically cowers is a stark contrast to the vibe of the prisoner. The tall, well built convict appears calm, somber even.

This was really the man that killed 27 people?

His eyes survey his surroundings with the hesitant curiosity of a puppy—nothing like the dangerous threat the courts or his P.O. make him out to be. Handed over into your uncle's care, the flighty P.O. quickly gets back on the bus, signalling the driver to get ghost quickly as if your uncle would change his mind at the last minute.

Your uncle on the other hand isn't intimidated at all by the notorious, supposedly innocent, pigtailed cold blooded killer. "Welcome to the farm, son. Like I tell everyone, just do as your told and stay outta trouble —you'll do fine I reckon. Don't fuck this up now, boy. In your case especially, this is the chance to prove yourself worthy of an appeal or its back to solitary for life Choso Kamo."

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♡ blkkizzat ©2023-2025 ♡ — 𝐚𝐛𝐬𝐨𝐥𝐮𝐭𝐞𝐥𝐲 𝐍𝐎 𝐮𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐲 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤 𝐟𝐨𝐫— 𝐚𝐢 𝐛𝐨𝐭𝐬, 𝐜𝐨𝐩𝐲, 𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐭𝐬, 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐠𝐢𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐦, 𝐫𝐞𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐬, 𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬.

꥟ a/n: oh hehe, i wonder what will come of toji's plan now that Farmhand!Choso has arrived 😈😩? Also y'all think he's innocent or guilty? 💕🤭 tysm for reading! lol idk if i end up writing more of this but this is my no pressure, for fun project (i whipped this up in like 3 hrs so whether i will or when it will come out i can't say~ i already have sm on my plate but farmhand!toji is special to meee and its his bday so had to run it back on him. i may come back edit this since i was rushing sorry for any mistakes! reblogs and comments appreciated!

[lovemebutleavemewild]

Convict!Ghost and innocent!reader who signs up for a program to visit and write letters to convicts without friends or families on the outside. You believe in the program, believe you're acting as a way to anchor a man, who would otherwise be lost, to society.

Ghost pretends you're getting through to him, nods and smiles when you tell him you know he can do better, be better. Meanwhile, he's thinking of all the filthy, depraved things he wants to do to you when he's released, thinking of his friend Soap in the laundry whose specialty is smuggling contraband in and wondering if he can convince you to slip him a nice lil picture of yourself or maybe even a pair of your panties. Soap probably wouldn't even want his usual cut, so long as he can get a look too.

[crabsnpersimmons]

update:

i got the sprite 7-up

exam 5 for me... tomorrow!

honestly have been feeling really nervous for this exam since my classmates have either failed it or just barely passed. and i had less time to study this time around because i rushed to book the exam.

so i drew this little encouragement early cuz i need the reminder that no matter what happens tomorrow, i did what i could and i didn't compromise on my boundaries—and that is its own victory.

and i hope that you'll be reminded to celebrate your own big and small victories too!

"You are nervous and that's okay! You did your best! You set boundaries! You took breaks! We're so proud of you, Starlight! Whatever happens, we'll always be here, cheering you on!"