or then it's just rats

Mick has a pet now \O/

we used to tie a balloon to the kittens when they were tiny to keep an eye on them, why not a rat when Mick’s letting it get some exploring done on board

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Well anyways, I love Dong Sicheng!!!! 😔😔😔😔😔🗣💕💕💕💖💖💖💞💞💞☺️☺️☺️✨🌻🌻🌻🌻💛💖💖🌻💕✨💕💕✨✨🌼🌼🌼🌻💕✨💖✨💖✨💖

“Today the crumbs, tomorrow the loaf. Perhaps someday the whole damn boulangerie.” - Jack Rackham

Finally got around to painting more Black Sails! Possibly my favorite scene with Jack, although it’s a tough choice between this and Philadelphia Harbor. Painting of Max coming in the next week :)

Cleric: (about to roll for the finishing strike on a 3 foot rat)

Monk: WAIT. DONT. Can we inspect/identify the enemy? Is it a girl? Will its baby attack us? Will its MOM attack us??

DM: Roll for perception

Monk: (Fails roll) Fuck it, it cant be that important, its just a random rat…

Cleric: (Rolls and kills)

DM: congrats, you kill it. You start to look at the corpse but you hear comotion coming from the other end of the hall. It rapidly increases in volume, its getting closer

Monk: FUCK. I KNEW IT. IM OUT.

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Working desk job means exactly this: apartment, tube, workplace, tube, apartment. It’s hard to find sunlight anymore, but he doesn’t think he minds: maybe he’s already used to this. It’s been longer than he cares to remember. 

He spends about two hours a day on the tube - not much compared to the amount of time he spends in his booth at work, but he doesn’t really register those eight hours. It’s like his mind switches itself off the moment he arrives to work and leaves him running on muscle memory alone. Time operates the same way when he’s at home, so by now maybe he’s only really conscious during the two hours on the tube. 

[…]

Sometimes he stays back on the tube past his stop. Sometimes until it reaches the end of the line. Sometimes he takes the tube with the intention of going somewhere specific, but then just sits there as his destination flies past him into the dark tunnel he’s just passed. Sometimes he goes down into the stop, just to hear the quiet again. 

Sometimes he sees maintenance doors somewhere in the tunnels, and for no reason he keeps their locations in mind. 

[…]

Sometimes the tube takes a turn that he doesn’t recognize, and he feels his heart beating faster all of a sudden. He would stare at the railway through the window pane, counting the seconds, until the tube runs past a corner he knows, or until he reaches his destination. Those moments still happen to him after two years of taking the tube to go… anywhere, really. He thinks he has the whole map learned by heart by now, but the underground keeps proving him wrong. 

[…]

There’s a community online for tube dwellers. He doesn’t know any of the dozen of members, online or offline, but he has come by some of them on other forums before. They don’t seem to be of any particular profile: there are men, there are women, ranged from 20 to maybe older than 50. The posts are few and far between, but some of them detail everything reachable by the tube. There are things even he doesn’t know. 

He screenshots some of the posts and keeps the photos in a separate folder, for no particular reason. 

The community hasn’t had a new activity for about three months by now. The members call themselves Rats. He checks through some of their personal pages on that site; the ones he checks have all been abandoned. 

Maybe they’re tired of the lack of sunlight in the tube, he thinks on the way to work. The tube sways and trembles quietly, its hum fills the air. Humans aren’t made for the underground afterall. 

concept of something vaguely formed in my head. I call it Rats of Spice City. 

anonymous asked:

Why do you tag your lawyerly posts as some things a rat won't do? Curious as a new follower and fellow law student.

It’s an old joke, why have scientists started using lawyers instead of rats for lab tests?

Well, there are more lawyers then rats, there’s less chance that the lab techs will get attached, and at the end of the day—there are some things rats won’t do.

AU idea where the walls between your neighbor’s and your apartments are thick enough excePT FOR THE WALL THAT IS BETWEEN YOUR BATHROOMS AND honestly this is your fault bc you started it when you were blasting broadway showtunes during your evening shower and singing along pretty loudly but now theyre taking their revenge by blasting their shitty rap music at too-fucking-early-o'clock before they go off to work and this is just one of those AU ideas (like coffeshops) that sound cute and hilarious in fic BUT IRL YOU JUST WANT TO MURDER YOUR NEIGHBORS

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more trash from the street rats au. 
as in a shitty unedited and mostly unexplained comic i scribbled down as soon as i woke up with no references, so sorry in advance lmao. 
like its uglie but im posting it anyway.