#dodgy as hell

[yalster54]

they lowkey kinda obsessed with each other ↕️🙂

[pandaspwnz]

So I don't think this is actually the case but what if Eliza and Isaac's deaths werent over a petty amount of cash and a robbery gone wrong? What if, instead, Dutch had seen Arthur spending time with them, had perceived him slipping away as a threat: a threat to himself, his gang, his security, his family, afraid of losing his lead enforcer - whether he truly at that point did love him like a son, or not. And in his insecurity or fear or whatever other reason, he finds someone rotten, unrelated to the gang, and he pays them to murder Eliza and her little boy, so no one will ever tempt Arthur away from the flock, and he instead puts all his energy and time into the gang, the only family he has left.

[thewalrusespublicist]

Reading Philip Norman's bio on Paul begrudgingly for the longest post in history and did-did he really just say that friggin Mike was equally devastated by John's death as Paul was?

Is he actually serious?

[oculusxcaro]

Khare had not experienced fear like this since her time in the underground facility almost a year ago, her heart damn near stopping in terror at the sound of her door getting kicked in. She'd just gotten home from work not even an hour ago, getting ready to soak in the bath for a few hour's sleep when a pair of black-clad thugs with mean faces and even meaner eyes suddenly forced their way into her apartment, immediately grabbing and trashing every object within the vicinity. "Get out! Go on, all of you get out of here! Go!" Loud voices could be heard echoing throughout the complex amidst shouts, cries and yells as other tenants found themselves experiencing the same situation as Khare, looking on in horror as they were forcibly turfed out of the only place they could call home. Khare blinked slowly, struggling to comprehend exactly what was happening when one of the two men in her apartment growled, grabbing her by her good arm and dragging her out into the corridor. She thrashed, mind suddenly suddenly catching up to the very real awful situation she had suddenly found herself in but before she could bite the guy manhandling her, he had already gotten her to the stairs, pushing her down them without so much as a word. A 3DS soon followed after, her 3DS clattering wildly down the steps along with other objects and items of clothing, leaving Khare unable to do anything but whimper as she tried to grab what she could amidst the confusion. Other people's possessions soon joined the growing heap at the bottom of the stairs, tenants grabbing anything and everything they could even if it wasn't theirs, too afraid to stay even a minute longer as the thugs began screaming at them to get the fuck out now, or else bullets would start flying if any of them were so much as seen near the building. With shaking hands, Khare managed to grab her work uniform (still dirty from last night's shift), her broken 3DS, some odds and ends that weren't hers and a bag to put it all in. It was a miracle she'd even managed to grab that much, scrambling amidst a surge of grabbing hands fighting to grab whatever they could carry upon their impromptu eviction. "Now get the fuck out! This place is under new management and you lot ain't welcome!" One of the thugs sneered, kicking an old threadbare teddy down to the group. Khare recognized the bear - it was often carried around by the girl of the family living down from her, probably having already been kicked out. She went to pick it up, only just managing to grab it before a heavy boot stomped on where it had been just second agos. Narrowly dodging that same boot aiming a kick at her head, Khare quickly joined the throng, once again falling down the steps outside and getting tripped over a few times by other people. What the hell had just happened? Khare found she could breathe again, if somewhat raggedly from the stress of everything that had just happened and getting trod on once or twice. Shaken, battered and bruises, she scrambled to her feet, holding both bag and bear close while avoiding the glances of people at their windows watching the eviction go down. Khare couldn't see the nice family with the little girl anywhere, glancing back and forth at people, the people she'd once lived amongst until just yesterday hurrying to leave, now having to find somewhere else to live...

"Oh God..." Khare mumbled, feeling like she was about to pass out. Her initial fear had been that they'd found her, had come back to drag her back to the facility again but in another way this was almost worse, for she had found herself out on the streets once again with nowhere to go. Where was she going to go now?

[magstorrn]

finally finished my tiny library a few weeks ago! i arranged all the books to my taste and also made a few cosmetic changes (incl using scrapbooking cardstock for the floor and walls)

[isjkrowlingdeadnow]

November 28th

No

[swattus]

Nosfert is a tricksy fellow I created for a DnD world I’m part of called Northold. He’s come a loooong way over the years but he’s still my favourite little villainous geezer

[mumpsetc]

👀👀

Drawing of Mephone Being Tortured in Hell That I Do Still Like, Though I Could Probably Get More Cartoonishly Fucked Up W/ It. The Idea Here Was Like, Isnt It Crazy Hes Doing All This Evil Shit to People and No One Cares and Its Fine? We Should Beat Him With Hammers

[coredrill]

decided to let the autism win and i’m gonna work on building up a wiki/archive for bravern. if anyone has done this before without using fandom-wikia please share your wisdom it is greatly appreciated !!!!!!

[silverstarfics]

oh boy it’s chapter 100 when did that happen?!

[ochd-deug]

slayed i fear

[lord-armitage]

So at work, several months ago, I was part of a team that made a film for a huge, service-based, household-name company. We all put in so much work, it was an amazing project, the end result was great, the highlight of my career. The company have now posted said film onto their own social media. This is massive career-wise.

But this company are being boycotted due to its support of Israel.

I'm not going to repost to my own accounts or acknowledge it.

[nerdie-faerie]

They need playparks for adults where the swings don't dig into your hips and trail along the ground and you can go there during the day without it being weird

[beezelbubbles]

I walk people to the door, and then stand outside until they start their car and leave.

[ccaptain]

@aguilareye: ❝ what i find dodgy about you, mate, is absolutely fucking everything. ❞

   oh- there's a current problem. pale diamond settles on the cyborg, accusing him of being all but distrustful. he thinks that, actually, he's not being particulary angry- his tone seems light, as if he was just stating a fact.

   which he is.

   lips move to part, exactly at the same moment as Kaeya tilts his head in confusion and surprise, trying to understand how to reply to that- 

   but is this perception of him really something to fight? it's not a wrong one. of course he's dodgy- that's all he knows how to be, in true Fictionologist faction. certaint topics must be avoided, have people led away from. gently, by the arm, distracting them with useless chatter.

   he considers it altruistic- but, as a normal person, Boothill seems to distrust him. which is not only fair, but also something normal. Kaeya caused this mistrust- he must fix it, then.

   he isn't met with an excessively aggressive response, but after a small moment the Enigma quietly lowers his head in a display of contritedness, defeat, gloved finger picking at the leather of another. still, he avoids the cowboy's gaze. but that's to be expected of someone that has been outright judged as shady.

   ' I don't mean to be like this with the intention of doing something weird, or to be harmful... ' he starts, carefully choosing the words. it seems to fatigue him. ' I guess I could... put this aside, and say less riddles. for you. '

   yes- yes, it seems like a good compromise: Boothill could be an exception. there's something bashful in how Kaeya looks back at him, unused to try and gain trust after being discovered.

   ' I could tell you the truth- and then, you can decide if you believe me or not. would... this be okay? '

[throwing-roses-into-the-abyss]

Soooo, for my late victorian outfit, this 1895 skirt (the drawing) and this 1900-ish jacket (the photos), they would go really nicely together made out of the same fabric and with the same ribbons for decorations, yes??