#for rent by owner

[despazito]

I agree dogs shouldn't be let in every establishment and it's unfortunate there's people abusing service dog accommodations for their reactive untrained pets but also it feels like some people just really hate seeing folks out in public with their dogs lol?

like you do realize that for most of human civilization's histories there were dogs wandering around, it's a fairly recent phenomenon that you can walk around your town without encountering street dogs, that's how ubiquitous they once were (i'm not saying we need street dogs, i don't want rabies). You have a right to not be jumped on, mobbed, barked, or lunged at but i don't think you're privy to the right of never ever sharing a public space around dogs even if you have phobia of them, that's just human society.

Like it or not there's always been people who consider their dogs to be part of their families and there should be some public infrastructure available to people with dogs, the notion that everybody's dogs should not be seen and not be heard when you're out is just incredibly unrealistic.

[honeyblackberries]

currently reflecting on the fact that it might not be financially viable to be kidnapped by a yandere anymore like how are we supposed to survive as a single income household

[cloudabserk]

i hate my boss i hate my boss i hate my boss

[lackadaisicallizard]

Attention

There’s a man talking to Evan Rosier. 

Well actually talking isn’t the right word for what he’s doing in the dark club with the swirling lights and pulsating beats. There’s one hand on Evan’s back as he leans in, closing the gap between their sweat-soaked bodies and he brushes his ear with his lips, whispering something lost to the thumping bass as it forms a steady, rhythmic heartbeat that courses through the entire space. 

No, this man isn’t just talking. He’s flirting. 

He’s not the first person that’s tried his luck with Evan tonight, or last week, or last month, or every single time he comes into Barty’s club dressed in tight clothes pressed against olive skin, dancing to the music with movements that seem to weave an irresistible spell, drawing gazes and curiosity from everyone around him. He pays them little attention though, focusing on his friends and the beat and making just enough eye contact with Barty from where he stands leaning against the bar that it’s clear he knows exactly who he is and exactly what he’s doing.  

But the difference this time with the man wearing a smug smile and far too many gold chains to even be considered fashionable- is that Evan seems to be responding. He’s leaning into the touch and smiling and placing one of his hands on the man’s hips, and as his fingers curl around the tight leather wrapped around them Barty feels his own grip his glass tighter, his knuckles straining against it as he watches the two men move together on the packed dance floor. On Barty’s dance floor. In Barty’s building, with Barty’s alcohol coursing through their veins. In fact, Barty owns everything in this building. 

Well, almost. He doesn’t own Evan Rosier. 

He wants to. 

Fuck, he wants to. 

The man leans in again and says something into Evan’s ear before moving back just enough to see his expression. Evan nods and the man moves away, letting his hand linger against his back before making his way over to the bar. Barty can hear him now as he speaks to a member of his bar staff, ordering two rum and cokes, and she moves to grab two glasses. 

The rum isn’t even out of the bottle before Barty is standing beside her, his eyes fixed on the frowning man as he speaks. 

“I’m going to have to ask you to leave.” He raises his voice just loud enough to be heard above the noise.

“Wait what, why?”

Barty shrugs. “Let’s call it disrespect.” 

The man furrows his eyebrows. “Mate, I don’t even know you.” 

Barty places his hands on the bar and leans in slightly. “I really don’t give a shit mate. Get out of my club.” 

The man hesitates for a moment, his expression a mixture of indignation and confusion, before he glances back at Evan, who has stopped dancing, watching the scene unfold with dark eyes. With a huff, the man turns and navigates his way through the throngs of dancing bodies towards the exit.

Ignoring the mass of people waiting to be served, Barty moves behind the bar, preparing a mojito with expert skill born from years of practice. By the time he’s finished, Evan is standing in front of him, the expression on his face silently accusing. With a deliberate calm, Barty slides Evan’s favourite drink across the bar. 

"You deserve someone who pays attention," Barty remarks and Evan just stares at him for a moment, his expression unreadable until the corner of his lips curls up into a smirk. 

“I’ll keep that in mind,” he says as he picks up the drink and turns back to the dance floor, deftly avoiding the gaze of a girl who clearly wants him to notice her. He doesn’t, though. In fact, he continues to not notice people for long enough that they all eventually give up staring at him. 

Well, almost everyone. 

(This is written for/ dedicated to @mochafrappiccinolatte and very much inspired by/ taken from @sebbianas' genius brain.)

[the-adventures-of-dave]

So i did some googling and apparently now the city

rents out cat traps between april-october

fines people $100 each time their cat is a nuisance animal brought in to animal control

also rents out outdoor cat deterrent kits for people to test ways to keep cats out of their yard

I THINK all this is new? the bylaw is still infuriating in that it's legal to let a cat roam so long as it doesn't roam onto private property (make it make sense) but i do not give this cat permission to be on my property harassing dave and kep so i think it's grounds for the owners to be fined for having a nuisance animal.

[itszygoart]

from the gram

[gouthepro]

I will never be normal about how when Liko saw Dot for the first time in episode 15, she thought she had to have forgotten Dot because from how Dot was interacting with her and Roy she assumed Dot was someone she'd always been close with and spent a lot of time with but that was actually their first in person interaction!!!

Dot obviously cared so much about Liko that Liko thought that Dot must've been missing from her memories because she had to have been close with someone for them to care so much about her. She never thought this person would be Dot because she never thought the small things she'd done trying to befriend Dot would result in Dot caring about her THAT MUCH

hhhHHHHh I love them

[jukeboxhound]

In the last eight years or so -- which means it's not just COVID-related issues -- I've lost my favorite local coffee house, my favorite local bookstore, my favorite local quirky restaurant, AND my favorite local Irish pub with the 1916 Easter Rising mural, and now I'm about to lose my favorite local secondhand clothing shop. 😭

[simptasia]

[the-lavender-clown]

Working on some sticky notes and memo pad designs rn!! I’m going to do two sets of three to start off with and here’s set one!!

Sticky notes

Memo pads

Can’t wait to work on the other three!!

[madnessiseverything]

oh hermes, fluttering bird in a gilded cage:

Your love is scheming, irritable, angry; a man forever itching to pull the strings of those around him. Coins spent here, a thread tugged there, lives cut short with but a look—your love wears Atropos’ mantle like his own birthright, his self-claimed destiny a shield against those with other plans. His eyes never rest, forever calculating even in the dark of night, with only fire to reflect his ideas.

Your love is terrified.

You see it plain as day, though the words never make it out into the tentative space between you and him. Fear stretches across his skin like spiderwebs, floats in the air around him like ash. He paints it red, calls it justified fury, wields it like a knife—but your love is afraid.

He shakes with it, wine spilling past his lips like blood—like he’d finally bitten off his brother’s head only to find it as poisonous as the viper lurking in his brother’s home. For once, no plans rest in wide eyes, narrowly escaped death carving deep enough to show bone.

Your love snarls like a caged beast, like his beloved ghost lion rattling the bars somewhere below, mouth bloodied and eager for more. When he turns to face you, his teeth seem sharper in the firelight.

You abandon warm silk for cold marble floors, dig out his reasons from between growled threats and despair. Your hand reaches over the snapping fangs of his mood, soft and gentle when it finds his throat.

Your heart rests on your tongue. All you can think of is the frantic beat of a bird’s wings, never fast enough to escape your love’s bow, forever doomed to try still.

Your love is a schemer, a smith of usurpation and bloodied paths. His fires of ambition sputter between your hands. With a bird-wing heart and your own ambitious words, you make yourself a spark for his flame.

Your love kisses you gentler than ever before. His lips curve in a smile you can’t help but replicate, relief and hope filling up your lungs like ocean air.

You lock your fears of the man you call love away behind them both.

[bogkeep]

i was gonna go for a swim but maybe not right now

[mlattegirl]

Sin

Rosekiller - Evan POV

Part 2 of Attention by the incredibly talented @lackadaisicallizard

“Surely you could get free drinks and fucked if you went to some other club?” Regulus mocked, sarcasm dripping from every word.

“Yeah, why do you keep going back if every time a guy shows interest in you he gets kicked out?” James asks from his spot by Regulus. Regulus, who had been to the club before looks to Evan, smirking.

“Clearly our little Reggie boy hasn’t filled you in on the sin incarnate that is the owner of the Snake Pit.”

Oh and what sin he was.

It was obscene, really, to look like that. The definition of tall, dark and handsome. The first thing Evan noticed were the tattoos. It was hard not too when every visible piece of tan skin was covered in black ink.  Most of them seemed well done, others were clearly the result of a drunken night out.  

Evan wanted to map all of them out, preferably with his mouth.

God, there was one in particular. A snake that wrapped around the base of his throat with its tail going down his sternum and its mouth by his left ear. Evan wanted nothing more than to trace the path of that tattoo with his tongue.  His dark hair was the kind of effortlessly messy that you could tell took a lot of time and product to get just right. Evan probably thought too much about running his hands through that hair, of seeing how truly messy he could make it.

He was taller than Evan, just barely, but enough that if they stood too close Evan would have to look up to look in his eyes. And his eyes. They were kind of dark brown that they looked black unless the light hit them right.  They were the eyes of someone who took what they wanted and didn’t give a damn about the consequences. Fuck if Evan didn’t want to be taken.

“Are we still calling him that? Sin?” Regulus said, pulling Evan from his reverie.

“Ev, you’ve been going there for months at this point, and you still haven’t gotten laid and you still don’t know his name, it’s time to move on,” Pandora said gently.

But he went back. Just like every other weekend he went back. And just like every other weekend it was the Same.

Fucking.

Thing.

Just like last weekend, Evan wore what Dorcas called a fuck me outfit.  And he danced, letting the music take over, losing himself to bass so loud it throbbed in his bones.  And, like clockwork some guy came over to him, standing a little too close.  Hands a little too low on his waist.  Evan indulged him, inclined his head just so. Leaned into him enough to make him think Evan was interested, lightly touch his chest, all the while making eye contact with him. Sin. And just like every other fucking weekend, Evan’s potential hookup was escorted from the club. Replaced, instead, with a smirk and a mojito.

By the fourth time this happened, Evan was fed up.  Normally, Evan doesn’t approach men. Because normally, Evan doesn’t need to approach men. Normally, all Evan had to do was acknowledge a man and that was enough to get him to come over.

But not this one.

Not Sin.

Maybe it was the three mojitos in the span of an hour. Maybe it was because Evan was so horny it was painful. Or maybe Evan just wanted to wipe that goddamned smirk off of his goddamn perfectly chiseled face.

“What the fuck is your problem.” Evan demanded; anger clear in his tone.

“I don’t know what you mean,” Sin drawled out, he sounded nonchalant, bored even.

“You don’t…you don’t know what I mean?!” Evan all but shrieked. “You can’t be fucking serious! You have kicked out every guy who shows even the most remote amount of interest in me but you don’t know what I mean?”  

“I kick people out of my club for many reasons,” Sin stated evenly, “it just so happens that you attract the ones who deserve to be kicked out.”

“I attract – I attract the ones who deserve to be kicked out?!” Now, Evan was shrieking. “That’s fucking hilarious. A comedian and a club owner, your mother must be so impressed.” Evan said bitterly.

“You know what I think it is?” Evan asked when he did not get a response.

“Do tell,” Sin responded, dragging his gaze lazily up and down Evan before stepping closer.

“I think you’re jealous, you’re jealous and you’re too much of a coward to do anything about it.” Evan said, smirking.

“Is that what you think?” Sin asked, stepping closer to Evan danger glinting in his eyes.

“Why else has it been months of you chasing off every man who comes near me without claiming me for yourself? I mean hell, I don’t even know your name. You’re scared, admit it.”

It was instantaneous, how Sin stepped even closer one hand with a bruising grip on his hip the other on his chin, holding his head in place.

“Claim you? I think you’re mistaken angioletto, I don’t need to claim you because you’re already mine.”

This is written for and dedicated to @lackadaisicallizard. Club owner Barty was originally inspired by @sebbianas. Special thanks to @kat-m-toast (and Liz) for encouraging me to write this.

[aldercaps]

currently so so stressed about finishing this presentation for tomorrow (gotta write seven minutes worth of notes to present a hypothetical exhibition proposal), also gotta finish the written proposal AND a ten minute presentation for a different paper by friday, and now i learn that my dad got a 90 day notice to leave his house or get evicted. ha ha cool

[wingdingsandbrokenstrings]

Gonna be away for a bit 🥲 Our main water line sprung not one, but two leaks. One of which is under our foundation. And this is happening just as we’re having company coming in for the a long weekend.

Hoping to be back sometime next week, but we’ll see. Once they tear out the floor to fix the leak, we’ll have to have someone replace the floor…

[nightmareonpeachstreet]

self-indulgent headcanon time:

I headcanon that Furina has 2 dogs. their names are Philippe and Jeanne Marie, they're poodles and they're treated like doggy royalty.

Neuvillette gave her her first puppy hundreds of years ago and ever since then it's been absolutely vital to make sure she always has at least 1 dog in her care at all times. They're basically her emotional support animals and she probably couldn't go a single day without them unless you want to deal with the ensuing meltdown.

she'll take this secret to her grave, but the reason she loves dogs so much is because she never feels judged by them, or like they secretly think she's incompetent and a failure. they simply just love her for what she is.