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4 days ago
well okay see about that
One of the many problems of internet friendship…
more like ‘what is their first name’
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4 days ago
wow sorry anon i really messed this one up
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4 days agoslick you completely missed droogs mouth that is the most awkward place to kiss someone stop bugging him while hes sitting down taking a smoking break and learn to kiss
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5 days ago
Me and Marta were trading “FEELS” songs and this happened.
Aside from writing Umbre a few small things it’s been years since i`ve done any writing. Why does this feel so nerve wrecking.
Enjoy some Spades Slick/Diamonds Droog
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Please read this.
5 days agoLet’s talk about why you are Absolutely Not Helping The Situation At All when you reblog/otherwise call attention to Tumblr users who are threatening to kill themselves.
This time it requires we pretend that they are genuinely going to attempt suicide rather than just fishing for attention.
Someone probably just got their jimmies rustled but you cannot deny that people do things like that sometimes.
I am not making a general statement and not all people who make posts like that are fishing for attention.
I’m saying that some of them are, but that’s a rant for another day.Anyway.
Let’s say Jimmy is going to do something, so he makes a post about it, either to ask for help or to say goodbye.
His friends, instead of calling the police or talking to him privately to calm him down, react to this by reblogging it and asking anyone who sees the message to boost the signal and send him nice messages to make him feel better!At a base level this looks like a nice thing to do, but please stop and think about it for longer than thirty seconds.
- That is embarrassing for them. If Jimmy is truly not fishing for attention, he would probably not be thrilled than all of your corner of Tumblr is hearing about what he’s thinking about doing.
- Getting a shitload of messages/other attention is overwhelming. The last thing you want to do is overwhelm someone in a bad state. They are probably already panicking, you need to calm them down, not freak them out more.
- If Jimmy has anonymous messages on, you cannot guarantee how many of those messages are going to be nice and supportive. There are assholes out there and you absolutely cannot deny that when they caught wind that someone is in a compromising emotional state like that, they’d jump on it. That would do nothing to help Jimmy and god knows how much to hurt him.
If you think your friend is going to attempt suicide, you need to:
- Stay calm.
- Call the police and tell them what information you have on your friend. Name, address, phone number. I don’t think you even fully need their address, but I’m not sure.
- Talk to them privately if they are available.
- Ask them how you can help them, listen to them, don’t freak out, listen to them, try to keep them as calm as you possibly can.
- Don’t gang up on them.
- Do not guilt them about anything they are doing.
- Try to avoid advertising it.
- If you absolutely truly must call that kind of attention to them for any reason, for fuck’s sake, tag it as #tw: suicide or something so you don’t trigger anyone else into a breakdown, alright???
I think that’s it.
I think the most important thing is that you stay calm, too many people freak out over this shit and that impairs rational thought and that’s why things don’t go as well as they could.
i always thought this was wrong, but i didnt want to seem like a dick for not reblogging. now i can defend myself
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Reasons why I don’t talk to people first.
5 days ago- I will feel like i’m annoying them
- Why would they want to talk to me anyway
- They’re out of my league
- I fail at making conversation and embarass myself.
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(Source: rainw4lker, via umbritis)
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Numb
5 days agoPost-Intermission
Pairing: SlickxDroogSpades Slick doesn’t cry.
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5 days agoI’ve lost control of my life.
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6 days agoi um
i did this little thing of how i kind of imagine jack noir and draconian dignitarys first meeting to go
♦: Draconian Dignitary. Nice to meet you.
♠: jack noir
♠: likewise
♠: on some level i guess
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♠: yeah… yeah youll do just fine
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6 days ago
Submitted by diamondsuits:
You didn’t know why, but as you tossed the burned out butt of your cigarette into the tiny tray on your nightstand, you were stuck by the sudden urge to play your saxophone. It wasn’t as if you needed to practice, you were one of the best sax players in the city, after all. No, it was just that you were stuck in a sort of funk. Not really a depression, per se: the word would in no way fit a man of your calm, emotionless demeanor. It was just one of the small bouts of loneliness felt for no reason at all that everyone suffered through from time to time. Usually the best remedy for such a situation was to break out your beloved instrument, and in this moment, you were more than happy to do so.
The old hinges creaked as you opened the case sitting beside your bed, revealing the well kept instrument beneath. Although you hadn’t had much time to play lately, it was your duty to keep such a fine thing in pristine condition, in case the need to play it ever arose. You lifted it gently from its velvet bed, careful not to scratch it with your carapace encased fingers. It’d be a shame to scratch it now… Especially after how many hours went into caring for it.
You made short work of putting it together, attaching the mouthpiece, then the reed. Then it took just a lick of your lips, and you began to play.
The music flowed, tumbled, danced in the silent midnight air. You half imagined the bars you and the Crew used to play at; dark, smoky places, your music accompanied by the low rumble of voices and the clink of glasses and the smooth sound of pouring alcohol. A part of you missed those days. It had been long, too long since the Midnight Crew had gotten together and simply made music…
Those thoughts, as well as all of the little worries and cares and warnings always lurking in your mind, began to fade as time passed. For once… You let go. Closing your eyes, you merely played, fingers moving across the keys almost of their own volition, as if they knew exactly what to press to draw out the sorrowful notes. You continued like this for quite some time, oblivious to all around you but the feel of metal beneath your fingertips and the mouthpiece on your lips and the serene calm enveloping everything. It had been so, so long since you had felt that sort of peace…
But eventually, as all things do, the song came to an end. As the last notes lingered in the air, you tilted the saxophone away, allowing yourself to draw a breath.
The sound of muted clapping brought the whole world back in a sudden rush. You opened your eyes to see your boss of sorts leaning in the doorway, quietly applauding with a sort of emotionless expression you weren’t aware he had.
“…You were listening?”
His constant scowl returned at the question, and his hands dropped to dig in the pockets of his pants.
“Of course I fucking heard. It’s three o’clock in the morning, Droog. Your stupid hunk of metal woke me up.”
It was a lie, and you both knew it. Not even a dozen firecrackers set off right above his head would wake the notorious leader of the Midnight Crew when he was sleeping. Deuce tried.
“Really, now.” You replied nonchalantly.
“Yes, really. Now, are you going to shut the fuck up or am I going to have to break all of your reeds again?”
You blatantly ignored the threat. Slick would never really carry such a thing out, especially since you knew exactly what pieces to remove from a piano to keep it out of commission for a very, very long time.
“Actually, I was going to play for a while longer.” You raised the reed once again to your lips. Just as you had expected, his scowl deepened to that of a petulant child’s. But then, he did something that wasn’t quite within your range of logic.
Stalking over with an expression that made you half wonder if he was about to stab you, he sat heavily beside you on the bed.
“Fine.” He grumbled, reclining back and propping up his feet in a way that nearly made you wince. “Fucking play all you want, then. Just wake me up when it’s over.”
Then he took off his plain, serviceable hat, and placed it over his face.
You were glad he did so.
It would surely ruin your reputation if he saw you smile, not to mention the weeks of poorly worded jibes that would surely come with it.
“Will do.”
With that, you once again began to play.
But the music was different.
Somewhere, in the bluesy notes…
Was a certain feeling of hope.
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Happy National Mobster Day. And yes, apparently that is a real holiday. Blew my mind, man.
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DROOG /WHAT/. WHEN THE HELL DID YA BECOME A STRIPPER
6 days agoWell…my suits and cigarettes aren’t cheap and we haven’t pulled any heists in awhile. What do you expect me to do?
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1 week agoTwo of the Midnight Crew getting drunk with my martini glass (just as planned). I took this photo; Slick is mysteryflavor and Droog is smokemanmuscle. Eli I told you you had a good poker face here!
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![draconiand:
[My art, motherfuckers.][I don’t know I guess Droog’s a stripper.][Someone make him a stripper.]](http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m3qr1gViK31r2nls3o1_400.jpg)
1 week ago[My art, motherfuckers.]
[I don’t know I guess Droog’s a stripper.]
[Someone make him a stripper.](Source: astharoze)
Cuestick Genius
Your name is DIAMONDS DROOG.
You are the only member of the Midnight Crew with any class.
You tend to be impatient at times, but you never lose your cool. Unlike others in the Crew *coughSlickcough*
Your favorite weapon is your ULTRA-VIOLENCE CUESTICK, though you also have a bunch of guns.
You tend to not give a shit about a lot of things.
((I can't think of much more to add. I might ad more later.
Also, if you follow me, I'll follow you back. Because I love everyone.))
