#speaking of rent

[ladybender]

i need ur thoughts and opinions after the new futurama episode because we got freela content and my mind is literally imploding

ur also like the ceo of freela sooooo

lmaoooo i have a sore throat rn and i can't rule out i got it from screaming about this episode

my thought about this one are so many, but in no particular order and other than I LOVE THIS SO MUCH ✨💖

Fry and Leela's domestic bliss will end meeeeee fr

a plot with Bender being jelouse of Fry and Leela's relationship because he feels left out is something i've wanted since CC and cna't believe i'm finally seeing it and it's played so well throuout too!

I wish morbotron would make screenshots of the new episode too, because i would have a separate hard drive just for this one

so many freela kisses!!! they were holding each other the whole time i feel so blessed!!!

FUZZY HANDCUFFS HELLO OKAY

feeling normal about that

the momazon parody and resolution was so funny and scifi (the best execution of the topical episode so far imo)

"slap recognized" mom/professor crumbs lmao (i was dreaming of this episode being something like 'mom wanted PE so she marries the professor to get it' but that was a long shot 😂)

did i mention fry and leela are adorable!!! they fought but talked about it immidietly and were so cute together 😍🥺 fry was even tidying the place for her can you believe that!!

to me nibbler is on a business trip, that's why he's not in this episode. but more realistically he doesn't want to hear fry and leela bang through the walls anymore. thats bender's problem now 😂

this is it for now, but i'll probably think about more bc this episode is living rent free in my head lol

[elliesbelle]

emily gwen, the creator of the sunset lesbian flag that we’ve come to commonly use, still continues to live in poverty.

multi-billion dollar companies have used their design and made profit from it, and yet they have not seen a cent for their creation.

i’ve been friends with emily for years, and i have not once seen them be financially stable the entire time. i’ve seen them homeless, unemployed, starving. right now, they need our help more than ever.

please consider donating to emily’s ko-fi, especially if you’ve used their design to create something and profited from it.

[inkskinned]

the thing about art is that it was always supposed to be about us, about the human-ness of us, the impossible and beautiful reality that we (for centuries) have stood still, transfixed by music. that we can close our eyes and cry about the same book passage; the events of which aren't real and never happened. theatre in shakespeare's time was as real as it is now; we all laugh at the same cue (pursued by bear), separated hundreds of years apart.

three years ago my housemates were jamming outdoors, just messing around with their instruments, mostly just making noise. our neighbors - shy, cautious, a little sheepish - sat down and started playing. i don't really know how it happened; i was somehow in charge of dancing, barefoot and laughing - but i looked up, and our yard was full of people. kids stacked on the shoulders of parents. old couples holding hands. someone had brought sidewalk chalk; our front walk became a riot of color. someone ran in with a flute and played the most astounding solo i've ever heard in my life, upright and wiggling, skipping as she did so. she only paused because the violin player was kicking his heels up and she was laughing too hard to continue.

two weeks ago my friend and i met in the basement of her apartment complex so she could work out a piece of choreography. we have a language barrier - i'm not as good at ASL as i'd like to be (i'm still learning!) so we communicate mostly through the notes app and this strange secret language of dancers - we have the same movement vocabulary. the two of us cracking jokes at each other, giggling. there were kids in the basement too, who had been playing soccer until we took up the far corner of the room. one by one they made their slow way over like feral cats - they laid down, belly-flat against the floor, just watching. my friend and i were not in tutus - we were in slouchy shirts and leggings and socks. nothing fancy. but when i asked the kids would you like to dance too? they were immediately on their feet and spinning. i love when people dance with abandon, the wild and leggy fervor of childhood. i think it is gorgeous.

their adults showed up eventually, and a few of them said hey, let's not bother the nice ladies. but they weren't bothering us, they were just having fun - so. a few of the adults started dancing awkwardly along, and then most of the adults. someone brought down a better sound system. someone opened a watermelon and started handing out slices. it was 8 PM on a tuesday and nothing about that day was particularly special; we might as well party.

one time i hosted a free "paint along party" and about 20 adults worked quietly while i taught them how to paint nessie. one time i taught community dance classes and so many people showed up we had to move the whole thing outside. we used chairs and coatracks to balance. one time i showed up to a random band playing in a random location, and the whole thing got packed so quickly we had to open every door and window in the place.

i don't think i can tell you how much people want to be making art and engaging with art. they want to, desperately. so many people would be stunning artists, but they are lied to and told from a very young age that art only matters if it is planned, purposeful, beautiful. that if you have an idea, you need to be able to express it perfectly. this is not true. you don't get only 1 chance to communicate. you can spend a lifetime trying to display exactly 1 thing you can never quite language. you can just express the "!!??!!!"-ing-ness of being alive; that is something none of us really have a full grasp on creating. and even when we can't make what we want - god, it feels fucking good to try. and even just enjoying other artists - art inherently rewards the act of participating.

i wasn't raised wealthy. whenever i make a post about art, someone inevitably says something along the lines of well some of us aren't that lucky. i am not lucky; i am dedicated. i have a chronic condition, my hands are constantly in pain. i am not neurotypical, nor was i raised safe. i worked 5-7 jobs while some of these memories happened. i chose art because it mattered to me more than anything on this fucking planet - i would work 80 hours a week just so i could afford to write in 3 of them.

and i am still telling you - if you are called to make art, you are called to the part of you that is human. you do not have to be good at it. you do not have to have enormous amounts of privilege. you can just... give yourself permission. you can just say i'm going to make something now and then - go out and make it. raquel it won't be good though that is okay, i don't make good things every time either. besides. who decides what good even is?

you weren't called to make something because you wanted it to be good, you were called to make something because it is a basic instinct. you were taught to judge its worth and over-value perfection. you are doing something impossible. a god's ability: from nothing springs creation.

a few months ago i found a piece of sidewalk chalk and started drawing. within an hour i had somehow collected a small classroom of young children. their adults often brought their own chalk. i looked up and about fifteen families had joined me from around the block. we drew scrangly unicorns and messed up flowers and one girl asked me to draw charizard. i am not good at drawing. i basically drew an orb with wings. you would have thought i drew her the mona lisa. she dragged her mother over and pointed and said look! look what she drew for me and, in the moment, i admit i flinched (sorry, i don't -). but the mother just grinned at me. he's beautiful. and then she sat down and started drawing.

someone took a picture of it. it was in the local newspaper. the summary underneath said joyful and spontaneous artwork from local artists springs up in public gallery. in the picture, a little girl covered in chalk dust has her head thrown back, delighted. laughing.

[arithmonym]

this is my favorite locked tomb tweet of all time.

[brennan-lee-mother]

Between "Hey girlie", "What are you, four dogs?" and slowly pirouetting in the middle of a conversation with her parents, Kristen has truly reached critical levels of unhinged this season. And it's only the third episode.

[hinamie]

every so often i have to relearn how to draw yuuji or he starts fighting me

[vamprlestat]

here’s ivy saying “fuck it’s hot”

[ifyoucandaniel]

In the end, his mind kept straying back to that moment, the moment where the sharp edges of the batarang pierced his neck and took the one thing that was his away. The wound had finally healed, but the phantom throbs of pain he felt whenever he thought of that moment had yet to cease.

i didn’t get around to posting this here until now, so if you haven’t read @bluelotuswrites series “Red is the Color of Sinners” yet, this is your sign to do it

[barghest-land]

kissed by a bullet

[aliciachimera]

hey, my name's alicia, and i need assistance for covering March's rent. I'll owe $600 at the end of the month, and while I'm job-searching again, I still need help with reaching that goal

[drawing-prompt-s]

Here is a run through for anyone living in an apartment (or a house you rent).

But mostly an apartment because your local Promphet is back 7 months later ready to throw hands with the staff here - so make sure you're covering your own butt like I have needed to!!

MOVE IN:

People are not kidding when they say that you need to be doing a walk through and recording the condition of the apartment prior to living in it. If you can do it with management present then do so as well.

If your apartment/unit/whatever you live in provides damage sheets (to list everything wrong prior to move in) do not forget to take pictures of those sheets prior to turning them in. Just in case they get "lost" by management (sure sometimes it can be legitimate, but sometimes..... doubt). SAVE THOSE PICTURES + the apartment pictures/videos in a separate album.

DURING:

If you live with a roommate - even if it is room rentals with a shared common space - and roommates keep damaging things, take pictures and videos, tell management and do so/follow-up via email. Make sure that you have a physical trail of what and who is is responsible.

MOVE OUT:

Make note of any damages or issues with the apartment that need to be rectified (light bulbs, loose knobs on a washer, etc.)

Take videos and pictures before, during, and after the cleaning and moving everything out of the space. Do not forget to open cabinets, doors, drawers, etc. All of it.

Show the date, if you have a friend then try to put yourself in the video.

If you can do a walk-through with management then do so as well - make sure things are pointed out. Before you turn keys and things in make sure there is nothing else that they need covered. Like I got lucky today and the manager was doing walk throughs while i was in the middle of cleaning and she said everything else was golden, she just wanted us to shampoo the carpets because they looked a bit stained - so that was taken care of.

Side note I figured out today that might help:

When doing carpets, if you feel like you're not getting everything up, or even if you do, I suggest doing the following: get some carpet conditioner (I picked a pet one) and a toilet scrub brush. if you (or your friends) can get on your hands and knees and scrub it in then you will be astounded by what comes up. Mostly hair. There was so much hair.

We essentially did the following: broom sweep, vacuum, conditioner and scrub it in, and then vacuum again.

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Brought to you by an angry former tenant who is fighting because management is trying to charge me for an apartment I lived in 7 months ago when I just moved out of my new unit.

-- Prompt Prophet

[lara60]

God's favourite punching bag

[ghostdrinkssoup]

“before you and after you”

“you and I have begun to blur”

“I’m curious whether either of us can survive separation”

“because I wanted to runaway with him”

“I decided when I heard his voice”

“I let you know me. see me”

“stay with me”

“will graham understands hannibal. he accepts him. and who among us doesn’t want understanding and acceptance?”

[marvelous-tunes]

…One day, we will be remembered

[kinnbig]

BL Actor Reads Furry BL Manga | Perth Nakhun

for anon 🫶

[rosiesfandomblog]

A Huskerdust headcanon that just popped into my head is that Husker doesn't like talking about how many languages he speaks, so Angel goes around saying the FILTHIEST of dirty talk around Husker in Italian, NOT KNOWING HUSKER SPEAKS ITALIAN AS WELL I want to cry thinking about how the fuck this cat is gonna break the news to his lover