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i didn’t expect to come out of leverage with so many emotions about the fucking brewpub??? what has this show DONE to me

but ok. like. the brewpub doesn’t turn a profit, right. it is actively losing money all of the time, but it doesn’t matter? because of their fucking alternative revenue stream, they don’t NEED to make a profit, they literally own this brewpub for the fun of it

so, like. they COULD make it turn a profit but: eliot & hardison, working-class boys TM, they are absolutely going to:

  • make everything on the menu $0.50 less than it costs to make at least, because affordable food is important
  • just fucking give away shit for free. oh you can’t pay for this food? that’s fine don’t worry about it have it anyway, also would you like a coffee? some beer?
  • get everything locally, pay a LOT for it (let’s take a moment for all of the feelings eliot ‘grew up in a farming town’ spencer 100% has about corporations paying farmers the bare fucking minimum they can get away with. so many feelings, he goes on long & impassioned rants whenever this comes up, my bitter socialist son)
  • pay all of their staff like three times minimum wage at the least
  • all of the staff have AMAZING insurance & they always pay out if they need to
  • if any of the staff mention anything health related hardison will appear & offer to pay for it
  • if any of the CUSTOMERS mention anything health related hardison will appear & offer to pay for it
  • (i REFUSE to accept that hardison doesn’t tip, that is WRONG, the show is WRONG & i will NOT allow it, hardison tips. hardison’s elder siblings were waitstaff who depended on tips to make rent, hardison tips generously. hardison has all this money & he’s not even using most of it so he gives it away All Of The Time)

like. LIKE. the brewpub is basically a fucking nonprofit charity, they run jobs to take down capitalist scum & then come home to their aggressively socialist brewpub, this is just. this is fact. you cannot convince me this isn’t true


Hello my fellow simblrs!

These crop tops by meleb are perfect. They go with so many things, and they look really nice in game! I recolored them in my 46 solid color palette, and added some cute random prints that I really like. You need to have the mesh, which you can get here, but you also have to have Movie Hangout for them to show up in game.



Through the Darkness Pt.1

Title: Through the Darkness

Pairing: Peter Parker x Reader

Word Count: 1102

 Following Parts: Part 2  Part 3  Part 4  

   You could hear the rain tapping against your window as you lay in bed. It was late and you were staring at your ceiling curled up in your warm blankets unable to fall asleep. The screen on your phone lit up illuminating the whole room. You leaned over and grabbed it from your bedside table. Your eyes scrunched up as you attempted to read the message that had popped up on the bright screen. The message read:

“Open your window I’m outside”

               You immediately dropped the phone onto your bed and walked to your fire escape window. You pulled back your curtains to reveal a very wet Peter Parker. Peter and you had been friends for a couple of years now. He had always been mild mannered and cute if you did say so yourself. But he never really noticed you that way and recently he had been acting strangely, missing hangouts and showing up to your house covered in bruises. You heaved open the stiff window and Peter slid in. You two were starting to become very practised at this. You could see even through the darkness that Peter had bruises covering his face and blood running down from where his eyebrow was split open. You never asked so he never told, you guessed that was the only reason he kept coming back. You turned on your light to get a better look at him. His clothes were soaked he had bruises on his face, scratches on his arms and a gash on his eyebrow.
               He diverted his eyes as you stared at him “I’m sorry I came.” He said “ I can leave if you want me to”
You walked over to him “Don’t be silly” You absent-mindedly ran your hand down his arm across one of the scratches and you could feel goosebumps running down his arm. “You must be cold. Get changed out of your clothes” you whispered trying to avoid waking your parents through the thin walls of the apartment building “Theres some of your clothes in my closet. I’m going to go get the first aid kit” He nodded and you left your room attempting to tip toe past your sleeping parents bedroom. You successfully gathered the kit from your bathroom and shuffled back to your room just in time to see Peter sliding on his shirt you could feel your heart rate quicken.
               "Sit down Peter" you demanded. He came to your bed and sat cross legged. You took out a cotton swab and some alcohol for his eyebrow. “Are you ever going to tell me how you keep ending up like this?” His breath hitched and you could see him swallow.
               "I-“ he started just as you pressed the swab to the gash on his eyebrow he harshly jerked back with a pained expression. You grabbed the back of his neck bringing him back towards you "Don’t be a baby” you interrupted.
               He smiled at you before continuing “I can’t tell you.” He paused “not yet” he looked you in the eyes and you nodded before noticing how close you were to him. You felt your eyes dart to his lips before consciously pulling yourself back from him a blush spreading across your cheeks.
Trying to deflect from the situation you stood up handing him an ice pack “Put this ice pack on the bruise on your jaw. It’ll reduce the swelling” he reached out and grabbed it from you and you felt his fingers brush yours. You felt the flush growing on your cheeks even more and you grabbed the first aid kit before dashing out of your room. “ I’m going to toss this back in the bathroom”
               You looked in the mirror of your bathroom and you could see the pink hue that was spread across your cheeks. You splashed some water on your face before returning to you bedroom. You locked the door behind you and turned around to face Peter still sitting in the same position on your bed.
               " I thought your mom didn’t like you locking your door Y/N?“ He smiled.
               You laughed "I guess you could call it a safety precaution” you looked at him as he smiled and you and you could see his smile faulter.
               "Y/N would you mind if I stayed here tonight? I could sleep on the ground I just don’t want aunt May seeing me like this.“ He sighed.
               "Of course you can stay here Peter. You don’t have to sleep on the ground.” You averted your eyes from him for a moment “You can stay in my bed if you want.” you looked back at him and you could see him hiding a smile.
               "Sounds like a good deal to me" he laughed before standing up and letting you climb in to bed first after you turned off your bedroom lights.
               You had your back turned to him as you laid in silence. You could hear the regular pace of his breathing and feel the hair on the back of your neck moving with every exhale. You turned around to face him and even through the darkness you could trace every feature on his face.
               "Why do you come to me Peter?“ You questioned ” Why no one else? I see the way our friends look at you at school. They don’t know how you get hurt. Well I guess neither do I.“
               You could hear him exhale "I’m not sure actually.” He paused and you could feel him attempting to look into your eyes “I guess I just feel safe here” he reached his hand up and traced the side of your face.
You had that ache in your heart that you got every time Peter was around.
               "Did you know that I like you Peter? Like really like you.“ You stated making your heart drop and your stomach do flips. Your moment of courage was short lived. You could feel his hand stop moving and he inhaled sharply. You closed your eyes already regretting your statement and rolled onto your back pulling away from him. You felt the bed shift as though Peter was getting up. You opened you eyes to see where he was going when you saw that he was actually leaning over you. He placed his hand on your cheek before leaning down and softly kissing your lips. You couldn’t help but smile into the kiss. You opened your eyes to look at him.
"I guess you could say that I really like you too Y/N.” He laughed leaning down and kissing you again.


Hey Violet are seriously the coolest/nicest people ever. I’m so glad I got the chance to meet them at an acoustic hangout before the show! My sister and I were in the middle of having lunch a few blocks from the venue when we saw their tweet about the acoustic hangout so we sprinted to the venue just in time to hear them play. Hopefully they come back to MN soon to play a gig!!! @heyvioletofficial