#great for rentals

[sandandjello]

Yale Approach Lock with Wi-Fi and Yale Keypad Offer Easy DIY Smart Security Options for Renters

Today, Yale has introduced its first retrofit smart security solution, which will make the brand’s security products available for the first time to most US renters. The Yale Approach Lock with Wi-Fi and the wireless Yale Keypad are designed with first-time users, renters, and those hesitant to modify their locks in mind; these products promise an affordable, top-tier, and user-friendly solution, with a myriad of access options for key-free convenience.

[ghostclowning]

do you think after sy changed the plot and everyone got ✨character development ✨ do you think they became self conscious enough to think "why the fuck do we need horse carriages"

[askkingerthings]

some Lolbit fanart:

I’ve quite literally taken alastor’s design and my styled and lolbit styled, also, random edit I found

[databent]

i think houses want to love the people living in them and when you buy a house you don't want to live in just to rent it out on airbnb it makes the house sad. gives the house abandonment issues. you have ripped out the poor thing's soul! nobody who stays in the house will ever love it again because it's not a home to anyone anymore - it's being treated as nothing more than a thing to be used, no different than an empty shell! everyone the house ever meets will leave it behind in a few days and nobody will ever pour any Life and Heart into the place again. no bedroom walls painted a favorite color, nobody tending to a little garden in the backyard or beloved plants indoors, no familiar schedules and people coming home to where they're truly comfortable... stop! stop!! you are killing the poor thing...!!!

[wlwgang]

Guys we need to manifest rlly hard rn

[gothicprep]

the amount of free food, alcohol, and various benefits I’ve gotten solely by being kind and polite to service staff legitimately makes me feel like I’m getting away with something

[dragons-and-yellow-roses]

Applying to an apartment with little income and terrible credit score, in hopes that they'll be desperate enough to take me

[unknownarmageddon]

half of the fuckin tags got deleted so I have retyped the whole thing. enjoy

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"donations? nah i ain't big on kid charities. now if ya got anythin that goes towards cats? well, i might be a lil' more generous."

"sorry sir, i'm afraid we don't have any linked charities for cats."

"horrible business move if ya ask me. cats are wayyyy more worth savin' than some disease riddled kids."

"...uh. please don't insult cancer patient, sir."

"n'less them cancer patients are kitcats, the who cares, amiright?"

"..."

"so what's my total?"

"t- oh- that'll be 14.86."

"y'got tabs here?"

"tabs-?"

"i'm broke as fuck sweetheart, can't afford no 15 buck drinks. cantcha jus' put it on a tab for me?"

"i'm afraid we don't engage in that practice. you have to either pay in cash, card, or just return the items."

"hm. y'know what, i gotta better plan." killer sets a large combat knife on the counter as if it were another item and flashes cross a charming smile full of ill intent. his canine glint in the low light of the freezers.

cross freezes and takes an aborted step back.

"w-woah hey man-"

"i got ten bucks, pal," killer says conversationally. "tell me again what my total is?"

"listen man, i-"

"what's my total?"

cross swallows harshly and deftly taps his fingers across the register machine. the total price listed drops to a flat 0.00$

Killer hums good naturedly and slaps a ten dollar bill on the counter.

"'preciate it, babe," he says as if he hadn't just threated cross. he shoots cross a wink and takes the knife in slender, gloved hands, flipping it back and forth along his exposed fingers in a practiced, smooth motion and for a moment, cross didn't do anything. then killer spun the blade to grip it by the scuffed pommel and tapped the flat of it on the counter.

"y'gonna bag these or d'ya expect me to carry 'em myself?" killer asked with a crooked smile.

cross unfroze at the prompt, scrambling to gather the items and back them, his soul thrumming in his chest like warning bells going off. his hands fumbled with the bags and he grit his teeth as he peeled the plastic bags open and put the pack of monster energy drinks inside. a snickers bar thwapped onto the counter, making cross flinch back harshly as if struck.

"go on 'n add this for me," killer said and cross's trembling fingers plucked the chocolate bar to stuff it in the bag with the drinks. he picked up the bag and it it out and, internally, he begged for the other to take it and leave.

killer spun the knife [cross had a faint feeling that he was showing off] before he bent to the side a little, reaching down to slip the knife into the holster tied to his femur and he reached over to grab the bag.

their fingers brushed and cross made to yank his hand back, startled at the feeling, but there was a flash of something in killer's pitch black eyes and, quick as a striking cobra, he caught cross's hand and held it in what felt like should've been a loose hold but it was unrelenting and firm, keeping cross's hand in killer's despite how hard he yanked.

he half expected to see that knife again but rather than silver flashing, it was a hint of pink sparking on killer's face and he shifted his grip to hold cross's hand in what cross mentally dubbed the princess hold, with cross's index, middle, ring, and pinky finger curled over the side of killer's hand.

cross's mind shortcircuted so hard that a forest fire immediately lit aflame in his mind and everything fell into chaos and confusion that he couldn't articulate with anything but sputtering and flailing his other hand as killer pulled cross's hand towards himself and pressed a gentlemanly kiss to cross's knuckles.

"thanks for the business, sweetheart," killer drawled and cross's soul squeezed in confused fluster as killer let his hand go and took the bag. he saluted cross with two fingers, "see ya pretty boy," and spun on his heel, his sneakers squealing on the tile and he damn near skipped away, whistling some stupid tune that sounded familiar.

cross blinked as the door chimed open and closed with a clank and holy shit he just got robbed and flirted with simultaneously what the FUCK

and he pulls his hand [which was still in the air where killer left it] to his chest and clutches it tightly, his fingers feeling tingly, and like whiplash, purple erupted across his face. he gripped his hand so hard that the bones creaked in protest, his breath unsteady.

"holy shit," he whispered, feeling thoroughly dumbfounded. numbly, he picked up the cash the robber left behind with the intent to put it away so he could get the hell out of here, but as soon as his fingers brushed it, he gave an incredulous noise as he picked up the bill and discovered immediately that it was fucking monopoly money.

"that fuckin-!!" his bit his tongue hard enough to draw blood and quickly flipped the paper bill over the instant he spotted splotchy marks left from marker ink that bled through the paper. on the backside, he found the source; a fucking phone number and the worst god damned hand writing he's seen in his 5 years of working this job.

'call me <3'

cross gaped down at the writing in utter disbelief, his magic thundering in his skull in time with his soulbeat. a laugh bubbled up his throat as his legs went weak and he leaned heavily against the counter, sinking slowly to his knees and pressing his forehead to the hard edge of the counter and pressing a hand to his face as he chuckled a little hysterically.

he took a double take, glancing again at the paper just to see if he was losing his mind, but no, the writing was still there. cross's chuckling turned into a full-on belly laugh tinged with a note of hysteria and he hunched over fully, cackling into the filthy floor until tears streamed down his face from it all

"what the FUCK, what the fuck," he giggled, shaking so hard he could hear his bones rattling. no one's going to believe him.

hi I’m insane

I am INSANE dude what the fuck /pos/pos

what if I fucking exploded

[musette22]

Guess who's got a new apartment?? It me! 🥰🏡 If all goes according to plan I get the keys on April 1st (not a joke hopefully lol) and then I'll do a bit of light renovating first before I move in! It's a little bigger than my current place and right on the edge of the park, so plenty of greenery and no more downstairs restaurant and city noise and most importantly NO MORE UPSTAIRS NEIGHBOURS since it's on the top floor 😭 I can't wait to sleep, holy shit

[homoeroticvillain]

michael afton halloween costume 🎉🎉

[kit-williams]

A Momrad to Konrad post

Guess who finally met the consequences of his own actions?

That's right my lil night lord finally fucked around and found out.

He's fine he just fell out of his bassinet which was a foot drop onto the carpet but it scared him. He's now passed out on me (which he only does on dadtarion ((or the dad haunter still playing around with names)) )

But yeah night lord is fine just got spooked. He "spoke" to grandma and cheered up.

In other news my car still fucked. Have to wait to go back to work till Wednesday because we can't get a rental car before then and I because of where I work... I wouldn't be able to bring my phone with me on my commute to work, because I couldn't guarantee a phone locker, which dadtarion does not want momrad to be in an unsafe situation.

[bandcampsnoop]

12/31/23.

Luxor Rentals (Orange, Massachusetts) came across my radar courtesy my friend Conrad. Conrad's musical tastes run the gambit within indie, and Luxor Rentals "Burn Yr Trash" is a cassette long microcosm of his tastes. Experimental, indie, noise...I could go on. I mean, the band themselves give us a roadmap on their Bandcamp page:

7 people have a lot of opinions and sometimes they even agree on Dylan's "polk-a-dot" phase, Neil Young's "drives a hearse" phase, Yo La Tengo's "Chuck Taylor" phase, Love's "first five albums" phase, The Clean's "Great Unwashed" phase, and Syd Barrett's "having a career in music then chucking it to paint insects" phase".

[theclearblue]

Fucking up is one thing but realizing you fucked up 10 months ago and are now facing the consequences is a humbling experience like no other

[ereborne]

Song of the Day: January 4

"You're Gonna Go Far, Kid" by Offspring

[anonymouspuzzler]

what kind of museums do you want to work in? historical museums, science museums, art museums? ive been to SO. MANY. COOL. MUSEUMS. so far ive been to the museum of ice cream in chicago, medieval torture museum in chicago and the barker character comic and cartoon museum in connecticut (literally has all the cool old toys you can think of!!!)

honest answer is I would love to work in ANY museum!! they all have so many cool things to offer. I think I would especially like to work in a place that has at least some rotating exhibits though (that is, things that are there for a limited amount of time) - the place I previously worked did that for the vast majority of exhibits and it was always so exciting to get to learn about a new subject or artist when something came in! and of course I'd love to work on something related to popular/commercial culture (film, TV, comics, toys, etc etc) given how much of my non-museum interests/work is in that kinda field

[bandomfandombeyond]

being the only person masking at work is like being a spazzy auDHD kid in elementary school all over again:

everyone is laughing & chatting happily until you walk up, and then it all stops very obviously. a few people may offer a small hello, usually the "teacher" (boss) and a few of the nicer kids, but you've clearly disrupted group flow as people break into smaller conversation amongst themselves but, conspicuously, no one chooses to talk to you.