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this was for an ask meme a while back!!

Mahon compared to a snake :~) i rly liked the parallel between coiled/drawn and striking/loosed. these were unreffed but made w love pls.. dont. tell me i know the archery is Bad and wrong

+bonus closeup because he’s handsome and deserves it

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send me free clothes i wanna model.

I got prompted the word: candy!

Candy makes me think of chocolate which makes me think of valentines day! And valentines day makes me think of dates! So here’s Lance on a date (??) I just wanted to draw him in some cute nerdy attire tbh sweats

stregamoon  asked:

Hey this is an odd request but could you do one for Lenneth from Valkyrie Profile? Love your work, keep it up 👌

FBI Profiler Says Linguistic Work Was Pivotal In Capture Of Unabomber

On May 25, 1978, a package exploded at Northwestern University in Evanston, Ill., injuring a security guard. It was the first of a series of 16 bombings that would occur over the next 17 years, killing three people and injuring many others. The suspect in the case, a shadowy figure who frequently used the U.S. mail to send his homemade explosives, became known as the “Unabomber.”

FBI criminal profiler James R. Fitzgerald began working on the case in July 1995. He remembers the Unabomber as a “criminal mastermind” who went to extraordinary lengths to erase any trace of physical evidence within his explosives.

FBI labs revealed, for instance, that the bomber ripped the skins off batteries to make them untraceable. He also avoided commercial glue and instead made his own epoxy by melting down deer hooves. “And, of course, no fingerprints, no DNA — nothing like that,” Fitzgerald says.

But Fitzgerald and his colleagues did have one important source of evidence: In the 1990s, the Unabomber began sending letters about his crimes to the media and some of his victims. In 1995, he sent a sprawling, 35,000-word “manifesto” to The New York Times and The Washington Post, in which he explained why he believed technology to be evil and how society should disband the technological system and live in agrarian tribes.

Fitzgerald says the Unabomber’s writings were a “pivotal factor” in cracking the case. He and his colleagues used them to help pinpoint the age and geographic origin of their suspect — evidence that helped lead to the April 6, 1996, arrest of Ted Kaczynski, an ideologically-motivated hermit living in a cabin in Montana.

Kaczynski pleaded guilty to the bombings in 1998 and is now serving a life sentence in prison. Fitzgerlad, now retired, is the central character in a new scripted mini-series on The Discovery Channel called Manhunt: Unabomber, starring actors Sam Worthington and Paul Bettany.

Photo: Kaczynski’s manifesto 

Bias in my clothes eyy

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She’s sort of drunk. This is the only time she does this. Left, left, left. She takes another drink from her beer, one of the ones that Poe buys and leaves in the fridge. Ew, left, once again. Just because she wants to get laid and is drunk, no, buzzed, enough to open up Tinder does not mean she’s desperate for whoever is within a five mile radius and is currently awake.

 

The next profile comes up and Rey almost chokes on her beer.

 

It’s him. The guy who stalks into Cantina Coffee every weekday morning at quarter to eight on the nose and orders a 20oz almond milk latte, with an extra shot, and a vegan blueberry lemon muffin, and puts $2 in the tip jar when most people just throw in their change or a straw wrapper.

 

Kylo R., the profile states. 31, Coruscant, Designer. Designer of what, she thinks, that’s fucking vague. But he is attractive. Gorgeous, actually. He’s polite enough when they interact in the mornings, and she had always assumed he’s rushing off to work, some office in a high rise downtown, judging by the well-tailored suit he wears and the fancy shoes.

 

Oh, fuck it. She swipes right without even bothering to flip through his pictures or read his About Me, then throws her iPhone into the couch cushions.

 

She gets up to go into the kitchen, grabs another beer and a party sized bag of Doritos, and hears her phone chime. Probably Poe checking up on me, she thinks.

 

Chips in hand, she plops back down on the couch, ready to watch some How Its Made reruns, text Poe that really, she’s fine, and have yet another nice night in, when she picks up her phone and unlocks it.


A Tinder notification pops up.


Fucking hell. This cannot be real. I just matched with Kylo.