I read your post on rent being theft and a lot of it makes sense to me! But how would landlords make money if people didn't pay them? I may have missed a part or interpreted it wrong, thanks.
Landlords as a class/job shouldn’t exist. People should control the living spaces they occupy; a parasitic rentier class shouldn’t dictate how we live the most intimate part of our lives. The only reason landlords are “necessary” under capitalism is because most people don’t own their own housing and have no choice but to pay rent beneath landlords. We have more than enough space for housing for everyone; just build houses for human need and allow people to control the spaces they use – none of this absentee ownership crap.
Outside a desecrated temple of Pelor our new Half-Orc Barbarian (who believes she is a bear) steps forward to challenge them. Bear: (angrily) “My sorcerer doesn’t like you here. You guys leave now, or Bear mauls you!” And then I roar at them shaking my battle axe over my head. DM: Roll intimidation. Bear: Uh, crap, I have a -2 on charisma checks. (Rolls a 2) Alright, then after Bear says that, she looks back to the sorcerer and asks (in a fairly high pitched and happy tone), “Was that good? Bear practic be scary all night.” Sorcerer: He smiles weakly in thanks of her attempt. Bear: She does a happy ‘squeeee’ and steps back and forth on her toes shaking arms next to her body. The sorcerer’s player facepalms to hide a smile.
This Chapter has some pretty heavy insecure!Bucky feels. I’ve been trying to portray healthy relationships/real life emotions and Bucky being insecure about his arm is very real life I would think. So yes– be prepared for some Bucky feels. Also Steve being wonderful and protective and Tony being sweet about it. Also some Stucky sexy times! Holla!
Art for this chapter by my favorite @latelierderiot Check her page out, and let her know how much you love her, because I LOVE HER and this story was her prompt so it’s basically all her fault!
Here’s something ya’ll might find funny. A random dude messaged me after seeing my bear incident story and turns out his life is just as crazy and wild as mine. Long story short he’s a crazier version of James Bond and I’m Kim Possible with a dash of Lara Kroft. Basically ya’ll should thank your lucky stars he’s currently living in Russia because can you IMAGINE the havoc we would wreak as friends irl because we would be the most dangerous freakishly lucky friends in existence
hey my dudes! i’ve been doing some work in this style for my friends lately and i think i‘ll be able to take a couple and finish them in a decent time frame, and i’ve always wanted to try making custom charms for people! i know they’re a bit pricey for chibis but unfortunately this is the extent of my efficiency, thanks for bearing with me
holy crap i sure am full up already im so sorry im.so sorry i’l try to open again later in the year!! no more for now, i do have a deadline for charms that i have to meet! T_T
Request: Anonymous said Hey I just want to say your imagines are great!! Could you possibly do one were you were dating oli for about 2 years and you found out you were pregnant and you left him without any mention of the baby because you didn’t want to ruin his career and you meet again in a club and you then go onto introducing him to his child.
I changed it a little x
You had been friends with the YouTuber Oliver White, or Oli as he was better known as since you were teenagers. You had met when he moved to your school when he was in Year 9 and you were in the year below him and after four years of being as thick as thieves, he asked you out. You said yes, albeit being 17 and never having a boyfriend before.
Warning: Swearing. Cheating. Sass so much sass. Domestic issues. Dirty jokes. Violence. Mentions of a sex tape.
Tag List Is Open!
When your promotion at Avengers Tower, uncovers someone from your
past, memories stir in your mind. Peter Parker and you were something
you thought would be the real thing in high school, but when all the
trouble started for Peter, you walked away from the secrets and lies.
But Peter is singing a new tune, and looking better than you remember
these days. But do people really change for good or will he always be
the trouble making boy who ran off with your heart and so much more all
those years ago?
I couldn’t sleep last night so this happened instead. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ If I missed any of your faves or you just want to add some of your own sleepy Bob headcanons, please feel free to add onto this!
Web tosses and turns, changing his position roughly a dozen times before he falls asleep and then a dozen more after he does. (This is the origin of his legendary bedhead.) The only time that he’s truly still - beautiful face slack, mouth predictably agape, drooling on the pillow - is after a good, hard, thorough fucking. Joe woks hard to regularly achieve this result. How else is he gonna get any sleep? A man’s gotta do what a man’s gotta do.
Lieb secretly loves being the little spoon but he will punch you right in the dick if you ever breathe a word about it to anyone. He tells himself it’s because he likes the body heat, which is part of it. He’s a skinny fucker and he feels the cold worse than anybody else. But more than that, he likes feeling safe and protected, wrapped in Web’s buff arms, his soft body fur warm against his back. But again, fist meets dick if you say a fucking word.
another request!! a quick note though: i want to preface this with a warning. writing about self harm is difficult for me, so i apologize to the anon if this isn’t what you imagined, i didn’t want to make it graphic (not the best word to use, but i can’t describe it any other way) So this is what i came up with. Plus, this fic is gender neutral!! (excuse the possibility of any lone female pronouns that may have slipped in, i suck at proofreading. hope you enjoy! request again are always open, message me for any questions, comments, or concerns. (:
Warnings: Mentions of self harm, swearing
word count: 1068
Connor had always thought that his closest friend, Y/n, was perfect. He always saw them as this ethereal creature, and never understood by they talked to him of all people. Y/n found peace when they met Connor. He distracted them from all the ugly parts of life.
Zootopia/Robin Hood fan fiction TAKE A STAND ch.24 Salut d’amour
(AN/ Hi Folks it’s Garouge / Crewefox here with another chapter of Take a Stand, thank you to everyone who liked, followed, faved, reviewed and reblogged the last chapter. Not going to lie folks, I cried a lot writing this one so get your tissues ready. So without further ado let’s get cracking with this chapter…..)
Here’s the fanfiction.net link… www.fanfiction.net/s/12105029/24/Take-A-Stand
Chapter 24- Salut d’amour
It was just after 9am when Nick and Judy pulled into the parking lot of the storage locker place on the outskirts of Savannah central, Nick switched off the engine and the both of them got out of the audi convertible and scanned their surroundings to make sure they weren’t being spied upon. “Which locker did Skye said we need to go to?” Nick asked, sounding serious.
“86.” Judy replied, noticing the were stood in the 50 to 60s area. The duo followed the numbers to their desired location, most of these lockers were made with very large mammals in mind like Giraffes and Rhinos making Nick and Judy appear tiny, they finally reached locker 86 and Judy knocked twice on the metal shutter, almost instantly the small mammal sized hatch on the door opened with Jack beckoning them in.
Kara’s apartment, sometime around midnight. Lena startles when she wakes up to see Kara isn’t beside her.
When her girlfriend returns in her Supergirl attire, Lena isn’t so fazed. She lowered her eyelids at her superhero girlfriend and gazed from beneath them.
“Didn’t I say not to leave me alone like that?” Lena asked, her voice thick with sleep. She sits up and a slanted smile appears on Kara’s face.
“Ha! More like lecture.”
Lena tilted her head slightly, her stare playful. “Comeon.”
Kara raises her hands defensively. “I’m sorry! I didn’t want to wake you up…”
Utilizing her super speed, Kara changes out of her suit and into comfy pajamas. She takes off her glasses and sets them aside. Lena smiled affectionately at Kara and opens the covers for her girlfriend to crawl under.
“You were sleeping so peacefully.”
“You’re lucky I forgive you.” Lena said charmingly with an arm over Kara’s waist once they’ve settled in.
“Well, you are a Super after all.”
Kara’s face was suddenly the image of shocked innocence. “And they say there’s no such thing as a good Luthor!” Kara teased.
Lena just shakes her head, smiling with a hand over her forehead. “Kara!”
“What?” She giggled at the thick warm sound of Lena’s sleepy voice.
They lie with their heads on the pillows, facing each other in comfortable silence. Lena admiring Kara’s wholesomeness and those pretty blue daydream eyes, her perfect pink lips.
Kara noticed Lena wearing her POWER TO THE GIRLS sweatshirt. She slid her hand beneath the sleeve to affectionately message Lena’s arm. She’s pleased when her enhanced hearing focuses on the soothing sound of Lena’s beating heart.
“Do you really want to know what I was up to?” Kara asked.
With an inquisitive twinkle in her eye, Lena propped her head on the pillow, her dark hair hung loose around her face. “Oh, obviously!”
Kara bites down on her bottom lip, failing to contain her enthusiasm. “You’ve got to close your eyes first.” She insisted and was met with Lena’s raised eyebrow.
Lena sighed, forfeiting. She felt the swift breeze of Kara’s super speed. This time it was for something special.
“Okay,” Kara said clasping her hands with avidity. “You can open them now!”
Kara was sitting up now, legs crossed. Lena did as well when her eyes landed on a square object placed between herself and Kara. She had seen Kara with it when she came home, not bringing attention to it at the time.
“What have you done?” Lena lightheartedly accused.
“Well, go on,” Kara encouraged Lena’s hesitancy to open her birthday present. “Don’t keep me in suspense here!”
“Alright.” Lena said with a submissive sigh. She accepts the present with a red ribbon on the corner and begins unwrapping the baby blue paper. She looked up to smirk at Kara. “Love the color scheme.”
“Thought you might, groupie.” Kara quipped.
“Ha-ha.” Lenareplied wryly. “I told you not to get me anything.”
“That’s just ridiculous!” Kara scoffed. “There’s always something somebody wants.”
“And you’re it for me.”
“Aw…” Kara bashfully chucked. She gently caressed Lena’s jaw then tapped her on the nose. “You’re super sweet, but that’s not stopping me from spoiling you.”
After Lena finished unwrapping and removing the bright yellow tissue paper…
“I don’t believe it!” Her hand pressed to her mouth and Kara sees her green eyes turn glossy. “Theo!” Lenabreathedshakily as she picked up her gift, still in denial. It was Lena’s teddy bear from when she was a little girl. Her tears fall and Kara wipes them away, looking at her girlfriend devotedly.
“How did you…?” Lena’s watery eyes met Kara’s. She couldn’t talk through her happy tears. She never imagined a moment like this to happen to her. “I thought Mother threw him out with the rest of my things years ago.”
Kara clicked her tongue. “Yeah, well…”
Oh boy did she really want to ramble about what she went through to retrieve Theo but decided it wasn’t necessary. It was in her facial expression anyway and nevertheless, Lena could read into it, her nose scrunched up adorably watching Kara go on.
“Let’s just say I brought out the big guns for this one by using my powers of persuasion on Lillian.”
“You and my Mother working together?” Lena laughed, petting Theo’s head. “You two can’t stand each other.”
That’s true and there is no denying it.
This all came about a few days ago when Lena broke Kara’s heart.
They had an afternoon lunch date planned. At L-Corp, when Kara walked into Lena’s office, she found her on the couch crying. Unbeknownst to Kara it had been the anniversary of the day Lena’s real mom died. Kara held her distressed girlfriend in her arms. Through her tears, Lena talked about how she recalls Lionel telling her that Theo had been a gift from her mom when she discovered she was pregnant with her. All Kara could do was console Lena with all her heart. She asked for Lena to take the day off, had to convince her. Kara scooped her love into her arms and flew them to Lena’s apartment.
Working with Lillian Luthor and setting aside her animosity for that woman would be worth it in the end. Kara made sure to keep this positive thought on a loop. All that mattered to her was putting Lena’s heart back together in any small way she could, and also bringing her mom back to her. Even if this meant sneaking behind Alex and the DEO’s back.
Lillian snickered at the fact that Kara contacted her for a teddybear. Kara assured Lillian if she wouldn’t help her get Theo back, she’d reveal how it wasn’t only her that assisted in getting rid of the Daxamites. The credit would be stripped away and go to the ones who genuinely deserve it. So Lillian rolled her cold eyes and unwillingly caved.
Time went by after that.
Earlier tonight, Kara met with Lillian (purposefully clad in her Supergirl suit to spite her) at an undisclosed location, with Hank Henshaw at her side.
The mad Luthor presented the Super with an old cardboard box. “Ask and you shall receive.” Lillian was enjoying this too much and it wasn’t a good thing at all. Obviously Kara despised having to affiliate with this xenophobic woman, however she reminded herself to take a breath with Lena in her mind’s eye.
The mad Luthor and gallant Super got in their final verbal jabs at each other.
Kara felt much relief when Lillian handed the box over. “Thank you.” She said with severe reluctance, but deep down she truly means it. Even if the mad woman doesn’t give a crap.
Lillian was being smug and threw in a malicious remark of how the Kryptonian was being a sentimental fool over something so trivial as a teddy bear, and how she could have ever taken the likes of her as a threat. Henshaw cackled and Supergirl shot him a glare with a clenched jaw. Oh how she would love to use her heat vision on the cyborg. But like Lillian said, she got what she came for and now Kara could dramatically make her exit.
Just before Supergirl was about to take flight she heard Lillian’s cheerful cruel voice.
“Remember our deal, Kryptonian.”
Kara bites her tongue. Without a doubt in her mind, she knew this entire arrangement would come at a price and she begrudgingly accepted that.
Supergirl gave an unsmiling nod. “Of course.”
She flew away into the night with Lena’s missing puzzle piece in her arms.
“For you, Lena.” Kara said, caressing Lena’s cheek. She was completely immersed in the color of Lena’s blue green eyes, like the calm ocean. “I’d do anything to see you happy because you deserve to be and I love you.”
The way Lena pouted in awe made Kara’s blood and butterflies sing.
“Come here.” Lena pleads tearfully. Kara leaned in so her girlfriend could pull her closer for a lingering kiss. Poor Theo was crushed between them. Kara smiled against Lena’s lips, feeling her fingers comb through her blonde hair.
Lena rested her forehead to Kara’s and laughed lightheartedly. “You broke the rule just to rescue my teddy bear?”
Kara plays with Theo’s ear. “We both know it’s more than Theo.”
“Kara…” Lena disengaged herself from Kara and looks at her with guilt in her eyes. “About the other day. I’m sorry if I frightened you.”
Kara took Lena’s hand in hers and listened even though she so badly wanted to dismiss her apology.
“Sometimes I get emotional about my real mom.” Lena continues, holding Theo close to her chest. “With what little memories I have of her that seem to fall away from me as time goes on,” She falters and Kara’s hand is on her knee now, smiling sweetly at Lena to go on. “I become quite overwhelmed. I’m sorry you saw me like that.”
Kara brushed Lena’s hair behind her ear. At the sight of Lena clutching her childhood teddy bear, she takes Lena’s hand in her own to press a kiss there. “You don’t ever have to apologize for something like that, Lena. Especially to someone like me. You will always have me to see you through anything.”
Lena’s eyes fall on Kara’s necklace, Alura’s necklace. She takes it between her fingers to press a kiss to it, then looks up at those very radiant blue eyes. She speaks with her voice soft and even. “How did I get so lucky?”
And then Kara perked up, not even bothering to fight off her toothy grin. “Well, once upon a time when my pod got knocked of course—“
Lena burst out into a fit of round giggles, letting her head fall on Kara’s shoulder. Kara took pride in making her girlfriend laugh and hearing it was her favorite melody.
“Alright, nutball.” Lena said, calming down and straightening up. “It’s late. Time for bed.”
Kara rolled her eyes with a crooks grin. “Yes, miss Luthor.”
For a final time, Kara used her super speed to clean the mess, then turn off the lights and snuggle under the blankets with her girlfriend, Theo between them. Lena’s eyes were closed and Kara utilized her super hearing once more to listen in on Lena’s heart beating. The result? Lena is calm and happy. This satisfies Kara as she feels all warm inside and presses a kiss to Lena’s lips. “Happy birthday, Lee.”
Lena gazed at Kara form beneath her eyelids. “I love you, Kara Zor-El.” She said. It was like the smooth taste of whipped cream, like a deep tongue kiss.
Kara replied “I love you more” in her native tongue, making Lena blush under the moonlight.
“Sweet dreams.” Kara said.
Lena makes Theo talk to Kara in a high pitched boyish voice. “Sweet dreams, Kara Zor-El!”
That was too cute for Kara. She giggled and gave Theo a kiss goodnight, too. “Sleep tight, Theo.”
As they’re both getting ready to fall asleep, Kara feels Lena move even closer to her, nestling her head under Kara’s chin. She happily keeps her there.
Before closing her eyes, Kara gave one last look down at the precious sight of Theo back in Lena’s arms. The poor teddy bear had aged. Different from the photograph Lena showed Kara the night she went to her office and brought donuts during Lillian’s trial ordeal.
Lena’s skin glowed with the moonlight shining over her. With a smile, Kara sends Rao a silent thank you. She closes her eyes, drifting off to sleep.
OK so I just was listening an amazing song that would go with the the Phan elf au; the song "Plant Life" by Owl City. If you have ever heard it it's so domestic and sings about waltzing through a forest with plant life and falling for a friend. He also calls his partner bear. It would fit with honestly Dan and Phil IRL but it fits so well with the au!
Holy crap I just listened to it and you’re right!!! Man, I should just draw the comic to fit that song. THANKS!
This is from my imagine book on Wattpad. I apologize for any grammar, spelling, and punctuation errors.
TO PUT IT BLUNTLY, you had an awful and totally embarrassing crush on Ted “Theodore” Logan. You weren’t embarrassed to like him, instead you were embarrassed on how you acted around him. It seemed as if logic flew out the window when he was in the same room as you.
But at least Ted seemed painfully oblivious to your crush, except you weren’t sure if that was a great thing or not. You had history with both Bill, Ted’s best friend, and Ted himself. While you were a whiz at history, Ted seemed utterly hopeless.
One day, before class began, you had your elbow propped on up on the table, supporting your head as you sighed. It wasn’t fair, Ted was just simply too cute, and you weren’t sure if you can handle it longer. But you weren’t the only one who felt that way, your best friend also felt exasperated with your feelings towards Ted.
who knew that dil howlter, the son/sim of @amazingphil and @danisnotonfire, would actually live through all those electric shocks and men in bear costumes to marry tabitha. (honestly i cant wait for when dnp become grandparents oh it will be precious and a disaster)
A/N: We need more of Dan comforting Phil, amiright? (Also, I mean no disrespect to Phil’s friend, may he rest in peace.) [Read on AO3 if you prefer.]
It was after one in the afternoon, and Phil hadn’t gotten out of bed yet. Dan had only eaten breakfast and transferred himself from his bed to the couch to watch tv, so he couldn’t exactly condemn Phil’s laziness. He had time to kill before going out with Bryony. Still, it was unusual for Phil, and Dan was beginning to worry, so he climbed the stairs to Phil’s bedroom.
Fitz slammed the screwdriver down on the bench and forced his hand to let go of it, raking his fingers through his hair instead and pulling until the pressure stabilised him. He let out a deep breath, and then another, and opened his eyes again with his hand still in his hair. He stared at the screwdriver sitting before him, taunting him, and he felt another wave of rage and hopelessness as the sight of it swept him even further back, past the Framework, into another pit of despair. A pit he’d climbed out of that time, at least.
“You did it before,” he whispered, clinging to that flicker of hope. “Just do it again.”
Fitz jumped so aggressively he nearly knocked over his own stool, scrabbling for the screwdriver in an instant. He wondered if it was Madame’s face he’d see behind him, and if he’d have the guts to put the screwdriver through her eye.