#stolen coats

[if-you-fan-a-fire]

"Holiday Thief Takes Turkey," Vancouver Sun. October 12, 1943. Page 2. --- Thanksgiving wouldn't be complete without a turkey.

So thought the thief who visited the home of A. Coffey, 2424 Scott Street, early Monday.

Besides their turkey he took four pounds of bacon and five eggs.

A smash and grab thief broke a window at Bill Smith's, tailors, 418 West Hastings, and took two topcoats valued at $85.

J. Aulio, Fraser Hotel, went to a Powell Street room with an Indian woman. There he met a man who strongarmed him and robbed him of $20.

Wong Sing Won, 1091 Davie, was held up by two thugs, one of whom carried a black revolver, in the 500 block Carrall Street Sunday morning. The men took $21 and personal papers.

Thieves who broke into the Village Delicatessen, 2523 Granville Street, took coffee, marmalade, jam, bacon and sugar, valued at $95.

Thirty-five dollars was taken from a coffee tin at the Cedar Barbecue, 2772 West Hastings Street.

While C. Reid slept in his room at 331 Main Street, a thief entered and stole $45 from his trousers pocket.

[tired-all-the-time22]

Working on ghost prince Danny design,,

This sketch is pretty so I wanted to share it

[kashmimo]

baby pokemon trainers 🐣

[outoftoucherlocksholmes]

ironically i came down with a fever while working on this so like don’t worry phoenix i get you

[clownfessionsofficial]

[some-fool-in-a-stolen-lab-coat]

Have you seen my lab coat?

-@lesbian-science-officer

What is a lab coat.

[varteeny1234]

silly guy

[violentdelightshavevioletends]

The flight jacket…

"You’re going to freeze out there." "I’ll be fine." I drop to my knees and locate the missing dagger, hauling it out by the strap of the sheath before standing again. "Here." Xaden throws one of his flight jackets over me, trapping my hair. "If Garrick’s right and we’re under attack, then my guess is they’ll order the older years to staff the mid-guard posts, so you shouldn’t be out in formation too long. I can’t stand the thought of you being cold." Which means he’ll be leaving. My heart somersaults as I clumsily shove my arms through the sleeves of his jacket. He’ll be safe, right? It will just be a midland assignment, and he’s the most powerful rider in the quadrant. With my hands full of weapons, I don’t argue about him buttoning the flight jacket over my chest. "We have to get to formation." His hands cradle my face. "And if I have to go, then don’t worry. I’m sure Sgaeyl will drag me back in a few days." He leans in and kisses me hard and quick. "Wanting you will be the death of me. Let’s go."

Rhi cracks a huge yawn, then glances my way and does a double-take. "Violet Sorrengail," she whispers, moving closer. "Are you wearing Riorson’s flight jacket?" Liam’s head snaps in my direction, curse his stupidly good hearing. "Why would you say that?" I do a shitty job of feigning shock and shove the sheaths into every available pocket in this thing. All three of them, which are considerably deeper than the ones in my own jacket. "Oh, I don’t know. Because it’s huge on you and there are three stars right here?" She taps where there’s only one star on her uniform. Well, shit. Just goes to show that neither of us was thinking clearly. "It could be any third-year’s." I shrug. "With a Fourth Wing shield on the shoulder?" She cocks an eyebrow. "That does limit it a bit," I agree. "And a wingleader emblem beneath those stars?" she teases. "Fine, it’s his," I whisper quickly.

His words die abruptly as his focus drops to my shoulder. "Who the fuck's flight jacket are you wearing?" "—Really? It has third-year rank, Fourth Wing insignia, and a section leader designation. Who the hell's jacket do you think I'm wearing?" His jaw ticks. "It's Bodhi's, you territorial asshole!" That answer doesn't seem to help. "Are you serious right now?" I unbutton the fucking jacket and tug at the sleeves, but leather is a bitch when wet, and it takes a moment to yank it free. "I ran out of Battle Brief the second Devera clued me in that you'd been wounded. Yes, I left without leave. Then I flew eight hours at breakneck speed with an absolutely irrational Tairn, who thought if you'd been hurt, then Sgaeyl could have been, too. And now you pull some possessive, jealous, whose-jacket-is-that bullshit just because your cousin knew I was so panicked that I wouldn't stop for my own flight leathers?" I flat-out glare at his nonsensical ass and drop the jacket to the floor. "You can fuck right off!" A corner of his mouth turns up. "You were worried about me?" "Not anymore, I'm not." I see red. How can he find this amusing? "But you were." A slow smile spreads across his face, and his eyes light up.

"But I'm right here. You cannot protect me from every—" I glance over at the weight he slides into the deep sheath at my shoulder, the sheath that's only there because I'm wearing his flight jacket. "What is that?" But I already know. The alloy in the hilt flashes in the moonlight before it disappears, tucked against my arm. "I need you to be able to defend yourself no matter what happens. You're not the only one with bad dreams, you know." My lips part. "Xaden," I whisper, sliding my hands to his face and scratching my palms on the stubble of his cheeks. "I'm a lightning wielder. I'm never defenseless against venin." "You'll have to keep it hidden, of course." His voice turns gruff. "Sew a deeper sheath into wherever you're most comfortable." I nod. Right now, there's almost no chance anyone could spot it unless it was facing outward or they knew where to look, anyway.

His gaze drops to my collar, where there's a single silver line of lieutenant's rank. "You couldn't be bothered to wear your own uniform?" Varrish eyes Xaden's rank on my collar. "You do know that impersonating a commissioned officer is against the Codex, do you not?" Nora dumps my bag onto the stone floor, breaking the binding on my history book. Ouch. "Look, she has another one here." She hands Bodhi's jacket to Varrish. "Collecting them, are we?" Varrish takes the jacket without looking my direction. His focus is on the bag with the other two riders' He's going to take Xaden's jacket. I fucking know it. I glance up at Rhi, locking eyes with her through the slit she's left in her door. She cocks her head to the side silently, and I look pointedly to the dagger sheathed at my shoulder before lifting my brows at her. "It's just books, some flight goggles, and the jacket," Nora says. "A jacket that isn't hers," Varrish corrects her. "Just like the one she's wearing." "Check the one she's wearing," Varrish orders. "Since it's clearly not regulation." "I'm sorry," Professor Kaori says as he comes up behind me. "Did I just hear you order your... aides, or whatever it is you're calling them, to strip a cadet?" "It's a jacket. She's in violation of Article Seven, Section Three, which states that impersonating a commissioned officer—" Varrish starts. "It's Article Two, actually," I interrupt, folding my arms across my chest. The shoulder has way more give to it than what l'd expect, but I'm not foolish enough to draw attention to it by glancing down again. "And it says impersonating a commissioned officer is a punishable offense, not wearing someone's flight jacket. As you can see, I'm not wearing anyone's name tag, nor am I claiming to be someone I'm not." "She has you there, Vice Commandant." Varrish's eyes narrow on Kaori before turning to me. "I will have that flight jacket." He holds out his hand. I undo the buttons, begging my fingers not to tremble, and hand it over. Varrish goes through every. Single. Pocket. "Hmm." Kaori leans in my direction and cocks his head, sweeping his gaze over my uniform. "Her name tag here clearly says Sorrengail, and I note two of her squad patches. Doesn't seem to be impersonating anyone to me." "She is..." Varrish's face blotches as he comes up empty on the jacket. Varrish drops Xaden's jacket on the floor on top of Bodhi's, and his henchmen stand.

[dulafer]

The CEO's Brother

So this is a few years old. I got playing with it, upgraded the pics, correcting parts and adding to it. 'Continuous Improvement'??

CEO bails his twin brother out of jail early to help him with a personal problem. The CEO will regret it.

[violent138]

When it gets super cold in Gotham and snowy, Tim probably stashes coats all over Gotham, just some massive faux fur-lined blankets that were tailored as coats and switches between them while running into action on patrol.

[if-you-fan-a-fire]

"FIVE BURGLARIES ARE REPORTED TO POLICE," Montreal Star. July 10, 1934. Page 3. ---- Assorted Articles Stolen From Owners ---- Five burglaries were reported to police yesterday and today. S. Feldstein reported that his store at 261 Craig street west had been entered during the night and $300 worth of cigars, cigarettes and tobacco stolen.

During the night a burglar entered the premises of Arthur Depocan, 53 St. Henry square, by climbing the fire escape. He stole two raccoon coats and two Hudson seal coats, the total value of which was $700.

Automobile tires to the value of $350 were stolen from the premises of the Crisco Soda Company, 4398 Clarke street, last night by a burglar who made his way in by climbing the fence in the rear and breaking open the back door.

Between Saturday and Monday the wholesale store of Harry Brosner at 6764 St. Lawrence boulevard was entered by a burglar by way of the transom. He stole 75 dozen pairs of silk stockings valued at $525.

A burglar entered the home of L. A. Weiner, 3967 Clarke street, by using skeleton keys last night and stole $65 in cash.

[cptnwynnie]

Everyone wearing Collins’ coat… except for Collins himself

[rat-rosemary]

Mmmmmmmm Dnn au where Sapnap and George are both selkies and they haven't told Dream but he knows, and he doesn't blame them for not telling him, he gets it, and they always keep their furs hidden until one day someone breaks into their home and steals their furs, and while the two of them are freaking out because this is literally the worst case scenario ever and what are they going to even tell Dream, Dream goes after the guys and just kills them

Except Dream fucked up and now he's freaking out because he got fucking blood on their coats! He can't give the coats back with blood in them, that would be so rude and gross and what if the blood sticks to it after it dries????

So Sapnap and George suddenly feel a new pair of hands touch their coats, different from the ones that had grabbed and thrown it around and hidden. No, these hands tremble slightly as they touch their furs and they feel so familiar and then there's the feeling of water which... is very weird? What the fuck is happening to their coats??

But yeah, Dream washes the blood off and them puts the coats in the drier on a low setting with a bunch of towels (which is a very very weird feeling to Sapnap and George) and he leaves the coats on their beds without them seeing and now they kinda smell like the laundry cleaner Dream uses and it drives George and Sapnap insane (/pos)

[linseymiller]

tumblr, want to be the first to know something?

I have a new YA fantasy book coming out in the next few years, and it contains my favorite three characters. I cannot wait for you all to meet Fabian (insufferable), Credence (perfect), and Euphemia (uncouth).

[doctorwhoisadhd]

GOD FUCK jack being the one to kill the dalek thereby saving rose and 10 and donna. and jack being the one to rush rose and donna to get 10 into the tardis. the way jack pulls rose and donna away from 10 when hes about to regenerate so 10 doesnt hurt them. and hugs them tight with the hope that he can protect them so nobody gets hurt. and the way 10 doesnt even LOOK at him throughout ALL OF THIS

[lae-zels]

palworld devs are AI bros, one of their previous games uses AI already, the idea of a survival+pokemon game is seemingly generic enough so