Fear Not The Coming Eclipse My Words Benign, Echo From Times Stolen When My Tiny Brain Could Had No Thrusters Once Feebled I Grown Swollen… My Great Tumpus Goes Whumping
The Shumbles Of Rune And Dune Erupt With Grumpling
I Sing A Sirens Song In Selfless Rejoice..! Your Ears Graced With This Sweer Voice
My Olden Rage Returning From Vaticanation
Powerful Mind Retrieved From My Trustors
No Longer This BoyBaby Wills Of Placation
coffee shop conversations
on the edge of his seat
There! He hears a word:
‘pulchrititude’ he deftly takes
the word out of the air
no longer there
Nonchalant, he moves
to the door, the coffee shop
silent at the brazen theft
before their very ears
Be careful what you say
Guard well, what you hear
Nothing, and no one is safe
When the word thief is near
Microchip identification of animals, whether that’s dogs, cats, horses, rabbits or parrots, is integral to the modern veterinarian’s practice. Microchip identification allows individual animals to be identified with certainty, provides proof of ownership and access to contact details for the legal owner. For stories involving a lost pet, or a stolen animal, it’s vital to understand how microhchips and the system works.
The microchip itself is around the size of a grain of rice, and coated in glass. The glass it very sturdy and non-reactive to living tissue, so after the initial implantation the animal should have no irritation from the chip. It has a very small frequency receiver and only one piece of data: a fifteen digit number, eg 981000000XXXXXX.
I’m really bad at holding on to pens, like it seems to be the most significant of my many mental blindspots. In my short(ish) life I’ve lost 3 (three) expensive pens; the first a silver stirling ballpoint 18th birthday present from my parents, stolen in my second year of university by my unpleasant Romanian roommate; the second a beautiful engraved silver pen given to me by my girlfriend on the first birthday we spent together and lost in the final week of my master thesis deadline in one of a million different libraries or 24 hour computer clusters, and the third a replacement of the last that up and disappeared like a fart in the wind between house moves.
I’m so bad at pens that the last she got me she changed the engraving from cute and soppy to ‘third times a charm’ and now never leaves my desk drawer.
Now, I carry around a notebook with me whenever I can - cos you never know when a rogue productive spell might hit you - and generally a miscellaneous ballpoint of little value. Now last week I ran out of even those, so I stocked up on two nondescript biros from the work stationary cupboard. The first one I lost immediately.
The other one, I’m absolutely sure, is haunting me. Every time I need it it is gone, completely lost on my person - I’ve strip searched myself, twice - and then the second I sit down somewhere I don’t need it, it appears again. It’s on my car passenger seat right now even though I *know* I took it to my meeting today and couldn’t find it in the office. And I only found it earlier after it reappeared in my bedroom after losing it in street outside. This keeps happening. I’m flummoxed. I haven’t haven’t written with it yet! The pens are besting me, I swear.
Please, if I disappear, look for a trail of ink and pen lids.
One of my followers noticed that one of the undertale things you linked to from pinterest a while ago was actually stolen. (I'm sure not intentionally!) Looks like a russian social media site jacked it, and then it was shared from pinterest. The original is here: twitter(.)com/lenmue0/status/715206480547282944
and it was so nice too, I’m sorry I got the wrong source
can’t even do anything to promote the original since I’m not on twitter, aside from ask my followers who ARE on twitter to go give the original some love!
Asked someone to marry you? guilty Kissed one of your friends? guilty Danced on a table in a bar or tavern? innocent Ever told a lie? guilty Had feelings for someone whom you can’t have? innocent Ever kissed someone of the opposite sex? innocent Ever kissed someone of the same sex? guilty Kissed a picture? innocent Slept in until 5pm? innocent Fallen asleep at work or school? innocent Held a snake? guilty Been suspended from school? innocent Stolen something? guilty Done something you regret? guilty Laughed until something you were drinking came out of your nose? guilty Caught a snowflake on your tongue? guilty Kissed in the rain? innocent Sat on a roof top? innocent Sang in the shower? guilty Been pushed into a pool with all your clothes on? innocent Slept naked? innocent Made a boyfriend/girlfriend cry? innocent? i hope Been in a band? innocent Shot a gun? guilty Donated blood? guilty Eaten alligator meat? innocent Eaten cheesecake? guilty Still loved someone you shouldn’t? innocent Have/had a tattoo? innocent Been too honest? guilty Ruined a surprise? guilty Ate in a restaurant and got really bloated that you can’t walk after? guilty Erased someone in your friends list? guilty Dressed in a man’s clothes? guilty Dressed in a woman’s clothes? guilty Joined a pageant? innocent Been told that you’re beautiful by someone who totally meant what they said? guilty Still have communication with your ex? innocent Cheated on someone? innocent Got totally drunk one night when you had an important exam the next morning? innocent (job interview) A total stranger treated you by paying your fare? innocent Got so angry that you cried? guilty Tried to stay away from someone for their own good? innocent Actually murdered someone? innocent Thought about mass murder? innocent Actually committed a mass murder? innocent Rode in a stranger’s vehicle? innocent Stalked someone? innocent Had a girlfriend? guilty Had a boyfriend? innocent Totally drunk during a holiday? innocent
Corey Kanosh, an unarmed 35-year-old Paiute man, died in the Utah desert on Oct. 15, 2012. Police, believing the car in which he was a passenger to be stolen, chased it to a stop. After Corey got out of the car, police shot him and left him overnight. In the morning, he was pronounced dead.
I lost some letters.” She hesitated before continuing, her gaze darting around the room. “They were stolen, rather.” Another pause, this one longer. “And in their place I found a note threatening to expose the letters to my husband unless I followed instructions.”
Ah, blackmail. That was Jack’s favorite. It warmed the very cockles of his heart.
Oh god can you imagine if Draal, Arrrgh, and Blinky's s/o were stolen/ taken to the darklands as a familiar and they had to deal with a changeling that looks like their s/o
Draal would be angered. How dare this Impure have the audacity to wear his love’s form. As much as it would pain him to see them hurt, he knows fully well that this isn’t them and he’s going to beat the ever living shit out of the changeling.
Aaarrrgghh can’t do it. It’s one thing to make him fight after years of pacifism, and it’s an entirely different demand to fight something that looks like his own s/o. Sorry, everyone, but someone else has to do it. He knows it’s not them, but he can’t do it.
Blinky is horrified, and at first is hoping it’s really them. He’s in denial. Yes, this is a changeling… But it’s (Y/n)…. You’d think after all these years his brain would be able to tell him the difference, but it’s too shocked. In the end, it’s his heart that wakes him up and reminds him that this is not (y/n).
Sorry for the big post guys, but if anyone can help, it would be much appreciated.
My fanfiction ‘Hautley’s Bend’ was stolen, characters named and genders changed, and listed for sale on iTunes as an iBook in 2 parts under the title “Angels & Demons” by someone named Bella Madison.
In addition, the fanfiction ‘Smiling Out Of Fear’ by thepinupchemist ( @scarlettofletters ) has been stolen and posted on there as well, under the title “Sugar Lane” by Bella Madison.
Please if you can take a second to signal boost this, it would be much appreciated. It’s possible that other fanworks have been stolen and sold for profit on iTunes by this author, and there’s nothing worse than having your works stolen as an author or artist.