#squere

[goosessideblog]

once i predicted that if flatland ever developed a larger, more traditional fandom, people would wholly start shipping squaresphere. and lo and behold,

[squerunit]

Istg the sketch looks better.. I can't accept that I drew thei costumes wrong aaaaaaaaaaaaa

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That's it. I'm going to stop coloring them until I get all the costume details right in monochrome dbksbsjsb fucking watch me

[mr-cosmic-11]

THIS SHIT IS SO FUNNY I CAN'T 😭😭💀🙏

[malo-le-squer]

Closed starter for Eliza @elizade-vil Rosalina Julietta Carolina Liddell

"It was a bit boring honestly. Guy pretended to put on a tough act for a rough 0.3 seconds," you could hardly say that Malo had a terrifying presence, even if that was something he used to his advantage. Most did not expect it.

He sighed, flopping onto his back on the cushiony chairs they had set up for the important guests. He hadn't paid to be up here, and as such, he thought that should have earned him ten more seats than the idiots who did. "You've seen the protest in the front? The anguish." And by this, he meant, the absolute cringe.

"People really get so excited about horses or they're just here to lose money and get drunk?"

[moony4pads]

*voice of a girl that zonned out 2 hours ago and does not now what is going on*: I Sleept 0 hours last night and is totally functioning

[criminvls]

who: Olivia & Malo @malo-le-squer where: Somewhere between Covent Garden and Islington when: A Wednesday morning.

The early morning shifts were always the worst. It wasn't just that Olivia missed the warm comfort of her bed, but for some reason, those five-thirty a.m. starts always felt like the day would drag on without an ending in sight. Unlike the Saturday afternoon shift where they had a smaller window to clear up between shows. Those flew by. On the plus side, the traffic was light on her way to work, and when she left a few hours later at nine a.m the city was coming back to life. Her favourite place to stop for breakfast on her way back home was open. The small family-run cafe was quaint, and thankfully much cheaper than the majority of the newer more modern locations. It was often full of construction workers lining up dressed head to toe in hi-vis gear to order their bacon or sausage baps and a coffee so they could waste an extra thirty minutes before actually doing any work. Sometimes, if Olivia were lucky, they'd be on their way out just as she went inside. Today wasn't one of those days. She waited in line at the counter, her eyes scanning the menu to see if there was something in particular that might excite her taste buds. When she reached the counter she ordered the sweet potato breakfast hash and a cup of tea with just a dash of milk. It didn't take long for the food to be prepared and passed over to her on a blue plastic tray, and Olivia carried it over to a small, empty booth where she could enjoy her breakfast in peace.

[wishmasters-muse]

Just finished playing through the FFVII remake again and I always forget how much of a cinematic masterpiece it is. Especially the ending.

[genuinelyshallow]

Israel has done what we all predicted and warned about. Simple, pure evil. They pushed Palestinians by carpet bombing everywhere till they all had to go to the least bombed place (No, Rafah was never completely safe. They were bombed there, too, to a horrific degree), and then, after cramming what nears a two million civilians with about 600 thousand children, they are asking them to leave... to where?! Nowhere. They are just saying leave. So then, when they kill them all, they can say 'Oh, we warned them'

It was all predicted, and no one did a thing

Rafah is now the most densely populated place in the world, with a population of about 1.5 million and prehaps more in 64 km2. About 25 miles squere.

25 miles squere

A marathon is 26 miles straight. You can at least run through Rafah in length once and in width twice and pass the 1.5 million Palestinians. That's how crammed it is. With no where to run

[thin-lines-n-dots]

Minimal tattoo design and shape physiology

[themissingmusic]

I got a following of geometric figures. Cool. 🙂

[squerunit]

Recent Commision from Mic! Thank you for the request!! I always welcome any chance I can get to draw this ship ufufufu 🥰🙏

Squer's Commision is open! Head on to My Artistree if you're interested on a making a request! :D

[kiirous]

My sister tries getting me to go to therapy.

So far she half succeeded. I'm thinking about it.

[malo-le-squer]

Full name | Aliases: Malo Philippe Maurice Le Squer | Jack of Swords Gender | Sexual orientation: Cis man | Bisexual Date of birth | Age: April 11 | 28 Place of birth: London, Richmond Current residence: A (small) flat not too far from work, top floor of the building Occupation | Affiliation: Debt collector | The Jabberwocks Relationship status: Single.

POSITIVE: tenacious, observant, quick thinking, imaginative, incisive, levelheaded NEGATIVE:  cruel, aggressive, reserved, impulsive, volatile, obsessive, blunt, tenacious

➵ Harry (44), Lucas (38) Clémentine Le Squer (34) : Siblings, WC ➵ Philippe Le Squer : Father, pastry chef @The Connaught ➵ Kate Le Squer (née Mac Allister) : Mother, reception manager @The Connaught

They lived in Richmond and they both worked in the same palace, a play in Mayfair where the rich, the famous, the influential people of this world would come and go, spending without care someone's yearly salary in a week, or an afternoon. Some aspects of their job were rewarding. They were esteemed by their employer, but you never knew when a customer would make a demand that was so capricious you spent the afternoon working on it.

You couldn't be patient with everyone, there came a time where you snapped. They snapped quite often at their youngest child, who had the misfortune of not wanting to follow the path they had traced for him. By the time he reached high school, his older brother was working at HSBC, Lucas had just signed a contract with a law firm, and his sister was on her way to become someone in the world of cooking. As for Malo, he didn't give a shit about his future or their aspirations and by the time he reached majority, he had already a series of misdemeanors on his record : vandalism, trespassing, intimidation, physical violence ... Needless to say he didn't finish high school with his classmates, but in juvenile detention. That's where he was first acquainted with the Jabberwocks.

Out of spite, he wanted to show his parents that he could do so much better than them without following their stupid fucking path. He didn't need their help, and he didn't care if people got hurt. People always got hurt, they just were too stupid to notice it until it was too late, or worse yet, they thought they were weak, inapt, useless, just because they couldn't keep up, just because their back caved in under the pressure. What kind of fucking system would condemn fishing food out of supermarket trash yet decide it was legal to install anti homeless spikes, as if they were pigeons you didn't want shitting on your window sill. What kind of society valued money more than it did their fucking people?

And they all happily bowed their neck with the hope of getting a bit of that sweet money in return. They made him sick.

The Liddells might have been just as despicable as the rest of them, they offered him a way to show his parents how well he was doing, for the low low price of his soul. He'd never been religious. It was fine. And he liked it.

[goosesartblog]

post-canon squere failing marriage

[criminvls]

📱 for Malo ! xo