The snappy revue of 1926 / Stetson Shoe Company. Catalog of Stetson shoes sold by Berke's Boot Shop at 1442 Washington Blvd. in Detroit, Michigan. Title from cover.
Burton Historical Collection, Detroit Public Library
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The snappy revue of 1926 / Stetson Shoe Company. Catalog of Stetson shoes sold by Berke's Boot Shop at 1442 Washington Blvd. in Detroit, Michigan. Title from cover.
Burton Historical Collection, Detroit Public Library
Mirror mirror on the wall, who is the most performative of them all
Random tiny drabbles from random stories. One Anton, and one Berke.
The yellow storage trunk tucked away in the far corner of the Captain’s quarters was an old beat up thing; dented in various places and showing signs of rust on one side. It had taken on many roles in its long yet unassuming life - an ammo locker, a drinks container, at one point it had even served as a temporary dropbox in Fallbrook, among other occupations, before eventually finding its way onto the Unreliable. Here it was the keeper of many things - underpants, mainly.
Anton was fond of it, in all of its well worn glory. Even when, on the second day of use, the lid supports suddenly gave out and bruised the back of his hand terribly. It didn’t matter because it was his trunk now, and it was Dove’s - it was theirs.
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The Raptidon pups were cute in sort of weirdly gangly sort of way. All legs akimbo and with a face only a mother with poor eyesight could love.
Berke lent over the side of the pen and gently prodded one on the head.
Doctor Crane had tried to explain the biological cycle of them to him once when he’d asked about it. Most of the technical terms had admittedly gone over his head, but the general gist seemed to be that at this age they were still growing into all of the horrible spiky toothy murder bits, so Berke figured that if you wanted to pet one at any point in your life, then this stage was probably your best bet of making it out with your hands still attached.
“İçerde” + Tumblr text posts (part 15)
Some afternoon TOW doodling. Chibifying Berke's armour has been a ride, but I think I'm starting to get there. :Ic