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Virgil: I wasn’t that drunk Logan: You flirted with Roman Virgil: So? He’s my boyfriend Logan: You asked him if he was single Virgil: ... Logan: And cried when he said he wasn’t.

Logan: “I recorded the entire exchange if you need proof.”

Virgil: “Welp. Another embarrassing memory goes into the blackmail folder.”

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My first spring ( via Sergey Kosov )

GOLD 2!

Fanfiction, fanart and fan content in general is living proof that humans would work by producing content for a living if everyone was just given a living wage.

There’s a lie spoken by a lot of people that no one would do anything if you handed them money but myself and hundreds of thousands of people produce free content constantly, all the time, just because we can.

There’s nothing to be gained other than making myself and others happy with the content I provide. And you know what? Handing me a living wage wouldn’t stop me from producing these things. It would actually make it easier for me to produce them because I wouldn’t have to worry about money.

So call me a socialist and you’re right, but I’m fucking right. Artists, writers, and content creators, our work should be valued.

This is one of the many reasons why I think giving all humans a steady living wage regardless if they work or not should be mandatory. No one wants to sit on their ass and not do anything. And anyone who sits on their ass is generally doing something creative and should be valued for what they provide to society.

Sakura starters

Sky jolts up from his fitful slumber. It was the usual nightmares again. You'd think he'd be over this by now. Zelda is safe. He knows this. And yet, the dreams persists. Sighing, he stands up. He needs a moment.

The smith watches him go. He could tell the knight was shaken, but didn't deem it necessary to bolt right after him. That would only stir up the rest of their brothers, and he was sure the Skyloftian didn't want that kind of attention on himself right now.

After a while, the smith gets up to nudge awake the next person for the watch. "I'll be right back." He says. The smith doesn't have to explain himself. He does this sometimes, disappearing to who knows where, but he always comes back unscathed.

He finds the knight a little ways off camp, curled up in a ball. "Hey." He calls softly. "You alright?" Sky startles a bit. "Yeah- Yeah, im okay. I just-" He chokes on a broken sob. The smith can see the slight tremble of his brother's shoulders. After a moment of hesitation, he raises his sword.

Sky can see a flash of light through his closed eyelids and hands covering his face. Next thing he knows, there's not one, but four bodies pressing up against him.

"It's okay." It's a voice he knows, if ever so slightly different. "We've got you." A slightly higher one adds. Now, normally Sky would've whipped his head up at the flash of light alone, but something tells him he doesn't need to. Not this time. He trusts those words. And he knows they speak the truth.

Im not a writer, but i wanted to try a bit fancier way to tell you what occurred in my head when my two brain cells collided and i started drawing this lol