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pterodactylterrace · 3 years

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Guys Like You Chapter 4

Title: Guys Like You

Chapter: 4

Chapter Summary: It’s not a date, but I’m totally calling it a date in my head

Rating: 18+ for later chapters

Warnings: Mentions of blood

{Prologue} {Chapter 1} {Chapter 2} {Chapter 3}

So, what are the odds of getting an entire day just canceled? Like, everyone just collectively agrees to go back to bed and skip the entire day for the good of mankind? Or at the very least for the good of one very tired single mother?

Briar had a bad dream the night before and came flying into her room just after midnight. Then the little girl had curled up against her mother in a way that had Faye contorted into an odd position, which led to the backache of the century.

Combine that with Briar's constant rolling and kicking and she also didn't sleep worth crap. Her alarm going off that morning sounded less like a happy little chime to welcome in the day, and more like execution bells leading her to her death. Naturally Briar had hopped straight up, entirely too happy to greet the day, and bounded off to plunder the kitchen for snacks. Faye on the other hand, ended up calling set to let them know she wasn't feeling well enough to come in.

Sometime around eleven in the morning she was met with horrific stomach cramps that had her wondering just what she had eaten the day before. Nothing Briar hadn't eaten, and she seemed just fine. Was this how she dies? A bleak implosion on an unassuming Thursday? Was she really going to go out like this?

It was during her next trip to the bathroom that she realized it probably wasn't death coming for her, the cramps were more likely caused by her monthly visitor showing up to kick her while she was down. Weird, usually she didn't really get cramps. Figures she would get stuck with this mess today. Now her back hurt, her stomach hurt, her head hurt, she felt like a walking zombie, and upon further inspection, she was a tired hurting zombie that had forgotten to replenish her supplies after Briar had mistaken them for candy and stickers. Just what she wanted, a trip to the store while she felt like death, with an energetic threenager in tow.

Half an hour of wrestling with Briar to get dressed and actually put on pants later, her phone started going off. That was when she remembered inviting Henry over for dinner that night under the guise of "wanting to try a new recipe and needing another adult to try it". In all honesty she was just trying to lure him back. She'd gotten a taste of having him around and found herself quickly becoming addicted. In truth, it was a recipe she had mastered while she was pregnant with Briar but hadn't made in a while. What he didn't know wouldn't hurt him, right?

Unfortunately, it was looking like she was going to have to postpone their "it's not a date but I'm totally calling it a date in my head" for another time. A time when her body didn't feel like it was imploding and when she had slept for more than twelve minutes. A time when she could feasibly pounce and possibly even have a reason to break into the unopened box in her bedside drawer. It had been a going away gift from her sister when she had moved to England, with the explicit instructions to "go and getting that English dick" or something. It had been ten months and she still hadn't opened it. Turns out having a child that you are responsible for running around your house can take a toll on your sex life.

"Hey, Henry." Faye sighed, hitting the speakerphone button and setting the phone on her bed to grab something for herself to wear.

"Hello, Miss Warren. I must have missed you on set today." Ugh, ever since Mrs. Anderson had called her that, he had been a dog with a bone.

"No, I wasn't in today." Faye sighed, grabbing an old ratty bra to throw on along with her "I give up" sweats.

"Did you have the day off?"

"No, I'm just not feeling great. Sorry I didn't call you earlier. I hope you haven't left yet, Briar and I need to run to the store."

"I'm already on my way." Henry informed. "I can grab whatever you need, I'm already out after all."

"I need pads and tampons, Henry. I doubt that's too high up on your list of things you wanted to go shopping for today." Faye sighed, digging her knuckles into her lower back to try and relax the knotted muscles.

"Anything else?" Wait, seriously?

"Not that I need right now?" Why was that a question? Was this some vivid hallucination or something?

"Alright, I should be to your house in about half an hour."

"Uhh... yeah... see you then. Just let yourself in if I don't answer the door, I may be sobbing hysterically into my rubber duckie." Faye really needed to have a talk with that voice in her head that keeps her from saying or doing anything weird. It seems to have gone strangely MIA in the last few months.

"The toddler won't attack me if I walk in, will she?"

"She'll probably be in the bathroom reminding me I'm naked every few seconds."

"She did seem to enjoy that the last time I was over."

"You have no idea."

"I'll see you in a bit, enjoy your bath." Yeah, right. Who wants to bleed into their bathwater?

Naturally, her hyperactive daughter followed her into the bathroom, pointing out everything she could as her mother tried to shower. "Mommy, you look like a tiger!" "Mommy, you have a big butt!" "Mommy, when will I get boobies like yours?" "Mommy, you're nakie!" "Mommy, do you have a boo boo on your butt?" "Mommy, when do I get pictures on me like you have?" "Mommy, are you in the shower?" "Mommy, why are you nakie in the shower?"

Briar, her little womb nugget. Her angel. Her reason for getting up most mornings. The light of her life. The fountain of endless questions.

"Henry! You're back!" Briar gasped from the other side of the curtain, the sound of her little feet on the tile letting Faye know she had left her station at the edge of the tub to greet their guest. "Mommy has stripes, I'll show you!"

"No! No, that's ok." Henry quickly deflected, snatching her up in his free arm before she could scurry back to the curtain. Once was enough of that for right now. It had taken her mother almost a week to look him in the eye after that day. It had taken him almost as long to tear his eyes from her backside every time she turned away. It wasn't even like he was actively trying to stare, his gaze just kept being pulled to it like a magnet. If she caught his rubbernecking however, she never let him know.

"But she's a tiger! RAWR!" Briar giggled.

"I can hear you!" Faye grouched.

"I'll leave this on the sink for you. I forgot to ask exactly what you wanted, so I grabbed a lot of options." Henry called over the sound of the water. "Briar, why don't you show me how you make that tea again?"

He must be an alien. That was the most obvious explanation for him. Guys like him don't make the dreaded tampon run. Especially unprompted. He does realize he's too damn pretty to have to do such things, right? They also don't entertain your tiny clone for you to give you a moment's peace. Nope, he's clearly an alien. The MIB would be by any minute to wipe her mind.

When Faye finally put away the veritable stockpile she had been graced with and redressed herself, she wandered back to her living room, half expecting fire and mild chaos. She wasn't expecting to find Henry reading a Greek Mythology book to her overly fascinated daughter.

"The minotaur! Oh no!" Briar squealed excitedly when he turned the page, a depiction of the beast staring back at her.

"Don't worry, little one. You see that man? His name is Theseus, and he takes care of that mean minotaur." Henry soothed.

"Snaps his neck actually." Faye provided, curling up at the other end of the couch.

"Oh, you're familiar with the story?" Henry chuckled.

"Who's book do you think that is?"

"Just because you own it, doesn't mean you've read it." Henry pointed out.

"Those were my bedtime stories. Now Briar keeps wanting me to read them to her at night too."

"A little mythology nerd in the making." Henry chuckled, poking the toddler's side, making her squeal in delight.

"Books are for nerds!" Briar declared, snatching the book from Henry's hands and racing down the hallway.

"Yeah, don't even ask me what that was about." Faye sighed, shaking her head at her daughter.

"Feeling better?"

"Feeling more human." Faye forced out around a stifled yawn.

"Why don't you lie down and rest? I'm pretty sure I can keep Briar entertained and manage something for you guys to eat."

"You don't have to, Hen. You've already done so much." Faye declined, pushing herself up and mentally steeling herself for the meal prep she had ahead of her.

"Nope." Henry quickly interjected, popping up from the couch and snatching Faye up like she weighed nothing, ignoring her surprised squeal. "You're laying down, I've got this." He insisted, replacing her on the couch.

"Henry!"

"What? Don't think I can handle one toddler? Do you forget I have nieces and nephews? I'm sure one child will be a breeze for an hour or two."

"You don't know my daughter." Faye mumbled.

"I'll handle it. I had to go all morning without my favorite artist. If watching Briar for a little while means you'll be back tomorrow, I'm game."

Clearly someone forgot to inform him he was an incredibly attractive, successful actor. Faye decided she should catch some rest while she could, just in case someone decided to let him in the loop within the next hour or so.

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angrylizardjacket · 4 years

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mouth full of white lies {Machine Gun Kelly} 5

5. you say that you’re no good for me

Summary: So you have actual real feelings for him and they’re kind of starting to get in the way of your job, which is awful because you’re a professional, damn it, you’re better than that. Perhaps it’s time to come clean.

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Casie had gone back to her mom’s about a week and a half ago, and now you’re left all alone with his words of ‘like if you wanted to actually date my dad, that’d be cool with me’ with a strangely knowing air that you’re trying not to think about.

But the point is that now you’re sitting back, watching him snort fake cocaine of a very pretty girl’s bare chest, and slowly and bitterly coming to terms with the fact that your feelings for him have gone from just a lowkey crush, to a crush large enough to make you jealous because a girl’s got her tits all over Colson on a set that looks like a strip club, and you hear ‘and we’re rolling’ a few feet away from you, and you’re not quite sure why there’s an uneasy feeling in your stomach. At first you try and tell yourself that you’re a little indignant that they’re basically just using pretty girls as props, but the girls who are all over your brother in the scene don’t give you that same vague nauseous feeling, so you can’t delude yourself that into believing that there’s any particularly feminist reason for your feelings.

You try not to think too much about the girls on set wearing not much at all, covered in oil and glitter with their hair teased up and curled and laden with products. They’re doing their job, and they’re doing it well, listening to the directors, and you’re just trying not to compare yourself to them because you’re in very different roles.

And you tell yourself this.

Over and over.

“How’re you doing, Duck?” In between takes, your brother will often check in on you, and it’s getting harder to force a smile.

“Great!” But you know even as you say it that he won’t believe you; Douglas can see through your lies better than anyone else in the world. He wraps an arm around your shoulders. “Don’t, Doug,” you tell his quietly, face and voice both falling in the safety of his presence, but you don’t move away, “I’m a professional.” You tell him, but your heart’s not in it.

“I know you are, Duckling -”

“I’m really trying.” You mutter, leaning your head against his shoulder, conceding defeat to your own negative thoughts.

“This is new for you, I know,” he assures calmly, his hand still firm and reassuring on your shoulder.

“It’s just a job,” you remind yourself again, “everyone here’s a professional.” Voice so low only Douglas can hear you, he gives you an almost imperceptible squeeze. Before he can get a word in edgewise, the director is calling for the scene to be reset, and he had to go. Across the room, Colson gives you a quizzical look, and you try your best to smile back; it doesn’t seem to work, his frown just deepens.

And you move on with your life. Try to, at least; pick up your clipboard, ask Josy if she needs anything, and try not to act relieved when she asks you to buy her a coffee.

You get dinner on your own that night, which isn’t necessarily an unusual occasion, but you’re lingering in the fancy Italian restaurant a few blocks from his house, looking a little lonely, a little like the poster-girl for every pining girl in a rom-com waiting for her true love, sadly poking at your half-finished dessert. If you get recognized, you’re pretty sure the press is going to have a field day.

The thoughts won’t leave your head; it’s more than the girls on set, it’s more than the thought that he’s done this sort of thing before, it’s more than even his reputation, because you don’t give a shit about his reputation, but you can’t deny that you don’t have feelings for him, and you can’t deny that you didn’t have feelings for him before any of this even happened.

If you hadn’t said anything, you’re pretty sure nothing would have happened between the two of you. Which is okay, it’s fine, but something about it being fake is worse than it never happening.

So you leave your dessert half finished, and start the lonely walk back to the hotel where your brother was staying.

[💜colson💜: where r u 💜colson💜: u ok? 💜colson💜: did something happen today?? 💜colson💜: ducky 🦆🥰: im fine 🦆🥰: you dont need to worry about me]

But you don’t go to the hotel. You have to see him, have to get these thoughts out of your head before they drive you mad.

“Were you waiting for me?” Your voice is small when you finally get to his house, get to his room, and Colson’s laying back on his bed, stretched out and shirtless, looking a little like the centerfold of a magazine in the lamp light. Your heart’s in your throat.

“I do worry about you, you know.”

“What?” Is all you can think to say, and try to avert your gaze.

“You said I don’t need to worry about you; I know that, I do though,” he says, doesn’t look away from the ceiling.

“Why?” Though it’s said with a laugh, there’s no humour in it, but you don’t know if you wanna hear his answer, don’t know if you could handle it, “if I had never said anything, you wouldn’t have made a move,” you rattle off, the words falling from you like you’d rehearsed them, though it’s more accurate to say that the thoughts had been going around in your head for so long that you couldn’t even find any other words. Colson’s head turns to look at you, frowning, “so you wouldn’t have needed to worry about me then, so you shouldn’t have to worry about me now.”

And then there’s silence, and he’s regarding you with an almost angry confusion.

“What?” He finally asks, disbelief colouring his tone.

“Don’t worry about me,” you sighed, moving around the room to the open balcony door, plopping yourself into one of the wicker chairs, closing the door behind yourself.

“What is your problem? I thought we were good,” Colson’s quick to open the door and follow you out, sitting in his usual spot, elbows on his knees, almost glaring with an intensity you hadn’t witnessed before, “if you want out, you can go, don’t stay on my account if you’re unhappy.”

This shocks you enough to keep your mouth closed as you look out to horizon.

“You’ve got your room at the hotel, you don’t have to stay -”

“Just tell me,” you cut him off, “if I’d never suggested this, I would have just been Doug’s little sister during the whole process, and you wouldn’t have done anything, would you?”

“Done anything?”

“Made a move.”

“Because me making a move on the golden girl of YouTube would have worked out great,” he scoffs, rolling his eyes and sitting back, “if you hadn’t said anything, no I wouldn’t have made a move; I don’t actively seek out ways to get shot down by chicks who think they’re better than me.”

“What?” You voice comes out small, confused and a little sad, somehow it’s worse than the answer you were expecting. “I don’t -”

“And don’t go high-roading me on this bullshit; you wouldn’t have made a real move either,” it’s like his own words don’t even quite register as he said, but after a beat, he sighs, the anger, the tension leaving his body in a rush, “I know you don’t think you’re better than me. Now.” He added, and okay, he had a point there; as much as his reputation preceded him, yours did too.

But that’s not what’s caught your focus.

“You would have wanted me to?” Shyly, almost traitorously hopeful, you can’t look at him as you speak. There’s a shift in tone, the tension changing to something new, something a little bit exciting.

“I didn’t want to scare you off -”

“I’m not porcelain, you know,” you say, glancing at him out of the corner of your eyes, and you see him give a half-amused smile.

“Like I said, I know that now,” he conceded, “but you’re Doug’s little sister; he calls you Duck for fuck’s sake, you give off this vibe like you bleed bath bomb water, and me, I give off this vibe like -”

“Like you’ll rope someone into committing a felony,” you tell him with a dry smile, and he laughs, nodding a little.

“Yeah, that sounds about right,” he says, with surprising self-awareness, “but yeah, if I knew then,” he pauses for a moment, his gaze moving to the stars; even in this light you can see him turning faintly red, “how cool you were, yeah I would have done something.”

Heart in your throat, you want to ask him if there’s still even a chance, but your mind’s stuck on the if.

“Should I have done something?” You hear yourself ask, quiet, fiddling with your hands, and when he doesn’t answer after a beat, you can feel your heartbeat heavy in your chest. When you turn to him, he’s there, leaning in, and you meet him halfway, kissing him hard in the starlight.

You take that as a yes.

No cameras, nobody around; it’s not an act when you let yourself get pulled from your chair, closer to him, the two of you standing now. At first his hands are gentle, holding your face almost reverentially, like he can’t quite believe he gets to touch you like this without having to put on a show for everyone, and you feel almost dizzy with his lips on yours.

“I can’t believe I waited so fucking long to do that,” he murmurs, and your breath stutters from you, so overwhelmed that he wanted you, that he wants you, really wants you, that it’s all you can do to kiss him again. Rough this time, you card your fingers through his hair, tug, pull him close and kiss him desperately. He can probably taste on your tongue how much you’ve wanted him too.

Wrapped up in each other, it’s better in this one moment than every other kiss you’ve shared put together. His tongue glides along your bottom lip, as if asking for entrance, and you deepen the kiss, all teeth and tongue, a gentle sigh when he bites your lip.

“Is this serious- are you -?” You pull back, breathless, hands still in his hair, and his smile is genuine as he leans back a little, arms still wrapped around you.

“How much more serious can I get?”

“This isn’t a bit, is it?”

“No it’s not a fucking bit,” he snorted, “honestly I can’t believe you’re doing this; the fake shit was your idea!” He’s still holding you close. Opening and closing your mouth for a few moments, looking a little like a fish, lost for words, lost for a response, you settle on;

“Exactly how cheesy can I be and get away with it?”

When he kisses you this time, it’s sweet and gentle, his smiles soft against your lips, and you hum happily against him.

That night, you spend the night watching movies and making out, falling asleep half naked in his enormous, plush bed. When you wake, it’s to the sight of the sun painting his tattoos with light as he scrolls through Twitter on his phone.

[ID: A series of tweets between @duckduckbooth and @machinegunkelly.

@duckduckbooth posted a photo of Colson Baker, laying on his side in bed; the covers are black and there’s a sliver of sunlight that highlights his gentle smile. The wall behind him has a picture on it but it’s out of focus. Colson looks like he’s laughing, and he’s looking at something behind the camera, his hair is a mess. There’s something so gentle and intimate about the photo itself, like he’s just woken up, like he’s sharing a joke with the photographer. You. There’s a hickey that’s cut out at the edge of the photo.

The photo is captioned ‘those ocean eyes’.

@machinegunkelly has retweeted the photo with one of his own; of you, laying on your back in the very same bed, grinning, phone held in both hands above you, but you’re looking at him, expression fond and amused. The window behind you is open, with sunlight spilling through the crack of the curtain, hitting your mouth and chin, highlighting your own smile.

His photo is posted with the caption ‘shed a lot of tears just to smile in the mornin'. End ID.]

Everything has changed, everything has shifted; it used to be too much to touch him casually, to feel his skin burn against yours, but on set over the next few days, it’s a thrilling release, a reminder. He wants me, every time he touches you, he wants me.

Before, it was such a performance, every action so carefully calculated to show that you were in love, never enough to scare him off, but now? You’re ferrying some paperwork for Josy to the offices at the other end of the film lot, and you pick him up a pack of cigarettes on the way back; his whole face lights up and he presses a kiss to your temple, with an easy ‘thanks babe’, and you feel lighter than air, and it shows.

“Everything work out?” Douglas asks you with an almost knowing smile, and you turn your nose to the air, pretending you don’t know what he’s on about, and he’s kind enough to play along, let you have this.

Safe in the security of a genuine relationship, you’re not worried as you once were about the other actresses, not when you know you get to go home with him. Now, seeing him on set, the earlier jealousy you’d felt turns to pride as you watch him work.

“You guys are gross,” Josy says with a smile, watching your display of heart-eyes as drums ferociously behind the band, “it’s adorable.”

“We are not,” you tried, but he twirls his drumstick with a flourish and a smirk and your own grin widens automatically.

“Listen, as long as you’re on time, and you don’t smear his makeup, I don’t give a shit,” Josy shrugs, her tone equally nonchalant as it was blunt. You sigh, but they’re easy enough terms to agree to.

And then you’re travelling, the production going on location to different stadiums and theaters across the country, a few days at time, concerts put on to screaming fans, or more accurately, unpaid, enthusiastic extras. When you’re not with Josy, you entertain yourself well enough; you and Colson usually see the sights of wherever you are, at least when you’re not wrapped up in each other in the confines of your hotel room.

“Hello, I’m [Y/N] Booth,” you smiled at the camera.

“And I’m Machine Gun Kelly, and today we are reading thirst tweets,” he holds up a large, blue mug-shaped object with ‘Thirst Tweets’ written on it, before the title comes up:

Thirst Tweets with MGK & [Y/N]

“I’m gonna start with this one,” you half laugh, holding the little piece of paper up before yourself, already leaning on him just a little, and the tweet comes up on the screen as you read;

“I would let MGK and Duck beat me up and I’d say thank you,” you pause, before looking a little sheepishly at Colson, “that sounds painful - for them I mean.”

“Don’t you get comments like that all the time?”

“I know you do,” you half smile at him, and he laughs, nodding, “step on me Daddy Kells, or something like that?” He flushes, grinning.

“How dare you - that one’s probably in there!” And he fishes out the next piece of paper.

“Machine Gun Kelly looking like 80s Tommy Lee could do anything he wants to me - you haven’t even seen the movie yet!” He exclaims, while you just give a pleased little smile, “what?” He asks with a grin when he turns to you.

“It’s kind of a mood though,” you shrug helplessly, and he rolls his eyes fondly, before pulling out another tweet, giving it a read over and handing it to you to read.

“Duck is stunning, girl lemme lick ya.”

“Sorry dude, that’s my job,” Colson smirks, and you give a small, flustered shriek, though you were still grinning from ear to ear.

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wazafam · 3 years

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2 Brad Pitt In Friends

One thing Friends is known for is its expert use of guest stars, whether it’s Bruce Willis as Elizabeth's father or Sean Penn as Ursula's fiance. However, one that was memorable was Brad Pitt's cameo.

In what is such a subtly meta-joke for a series (that is more grounded in reality compared to other shows) Friends made use out of Brad Pitt and Jennifer Aniston’s marriage at the time by casting Pitt in the show as an enemy of Rachel’s. While fans were delighted to have him part of the show for a brief amount of time, they just wish the writers had executed the storyline a little differently.

1 Evan Peters As Pietro In WandaVision

There has never been any kind of stunt-casting on TV more talked about than Evan Peter’s casting as Pietro in WandaVision, and that isn’t just because it’s one of the most-watched shows of all-time. After having played the same character in the X-Men series, a completely different universe, his first appearance on the show sent fans into a frenzy.

Viewers thought that WandaVision would be the catalyst for the multiverse, and that the Marvel Cinematic Universe and X-Men would collide. When the didn’t happen, it split fans into two different camps. However, it still made shockwaves on the internet nonetheless.

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i-am-a-healer · 6 years

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I was tagged by @smoothlikecrunchypeanutbutter , thank you very much!!

Rules: Answer all of the questions and then tag 20 other blogs.

1. Last drink? Water

2. Last phone call? My voicemail

3. Last text message? (I can’t believe I’m putting this but…) “Ahhhhhhh #☕💩” to my sister……

4. Last song listed to? (I Used To Make Out With) Medusa by Bring Me The Horizon

5. Time I cried? Last Saturday

6. Dated someone twice? No

7. Kissed someone and regretted it? Never

8. Been cheated on? Not that I know of

9. Lost someone special? Yes

10. Been depressed? Definitely

11. Gotten drunk and thrown up? No

Favorite colors:

12. Silvery grey

13. Deep, deep red

14. Burgundy

15. Made new friends? Eehhhhh kinda, but not really

16. Fallen out of love? No

17. Laughed until you cried? Absolutely

18. Found out someone was talking about you? I think once, but I can’t remember for sure.

19. Met someone who changed you? Yes, but not physically.

20. Found out who your friends are? YES

21. Kissed someone on your Facebook friends list? Yes, because I started dating them.

22. How many of your Facebook friends do you know in real life? 95% of them, probably higher though. I never go on there.

23. Do you have any pets? No, too many allergies and asthmatics in the house.

24. Do you want to change your name? Nope

25. What did you do for your last birthday? Went to an aquarium and spent the day with my family.

26. What time did you wake up today? 6:30 am

27. What were you doing at midnight last night? Reading

28. What is something you can’t wait for? My English class to be over.

29. ?

30. What are you listening to right now? My family breathe as they fall asleep (10:29 pm)

31. Have you ever talked to a person named Tom? Yes

32. Something that gets on your nerves? Where does the list begin 😂😅

33. Most visited website? AO3

34. Hair color? Medium blonde with natural highlights and lowlights

35. Long or short hair? Long when straight, medium when curly (which is 99.9% of the time).

36. Do you have a crush on someone? Yes

37. What do you like about yourself? The way I do my make-up when I do, my eyes, and my dry sense of humor.

38. Want any piercings? Maybe

39. Blood type? O+

40. Nicknames? Fi, Fifi, Fions, Goldie, Fluffy, Ducky

41. Relationship Status? Broken up with

42. Zodiac? Cancer

43. Pronouns? She/her

44. Fave TV shows? Star Trek TOS, Criminal Minds, Bones, CSI: Miami, Law & Order: SVU, Ghost Adventures

45. Tattoos? Negative

46. Right or left handed? Right

47. Ever had a surgery? No

48. Piercings? Single ear lobes

49. Sport? *insert laughter*

50. Vacation? Like annual ones? Glenwood Springs

51. Trainers? No? I don’t know what this is….

52. Eating? Nothing at the moment

53. ?

54. I’m about to watch? My dreams (10:50 pm)

55. Waiting for? The of director of my major to email me back

56. Want? To make something of my life so people can see that going through something traumatic when you are young and that will follow you for years won’t determine who you are or what you are going to be able to do. You do that and that it is okay to ask for help, and that counselors are not the Devil, bur angels in disguise.

57. Get married? Hopefully one day

58. Career? None at the moment, I gues student?

59. Hugs or kisses? Hugs 100%

60. Lips or eyes? Eyes

61. Shorter or taller? Taller

62. Older or younger? Same or older

63. Nice arms or stomach? Personality

64. Hookup or relationship? Relationship, I despise the idea of giving myself to someone who doesn’t give a fuck about who I am as a person.

65. Hesitant or troublemaker? I don’t know

66. Kissed a stranger? Never

67. Drank hard liquor? When I was a toddler I liked beer and bourbon… Not anymore, too many alcoholics in my family.

68. Lost glasses? So many damn times…

69. Turned someone down? Probably

70. Sex on first date? No, waiting ‘til marriage because I’m super old fashioned like that.

71. Broken someones heart? I hope not

72. Had your heart broken? Yes

73. Been arrested? No

74. Cried when someone died? Absolutely and almost none of them were family….

75. Fallen for a friend? Don’t quite understand, but maybe?

76. Yourself? I don’t understand the question…

77. Miracles? Definitely

78. Love at first sight? Maybe

79. Santa Clause? No

80. Kissed on a first date? No

81. Angels? Absolutely, 100%, my mom has met many.

82. Best friends name? [Insert Name Here]

83. Eye color? Blue-grey

84. Fave movies? Star Trek IV: The Voyage Home, Wonderman, all Christmas movies by Irving Berlin and Frank Capra pretty much, Some Like It Hot, and so many more.

85. Fave actor/actress? Colin Firth, Alan Rickman, Geoffrey Rush, Dame Maggie Smith, Leonard Nimoy, Helena Bonham Carter, Johnny Depp, Carey Grant, Bing Crosby, Danny Kaye, Jack Lemon, Tommy Lee Jones, Tony Curtis (Jamie Lee Curtis’ father), Don Knotts, and I’ll stop myself before I have too many (too late).

And now for tags!!!!

@startrekstartrash @antique-moonglade @spockoandjimjim @2357directive @queenspock @spockslash @spocksplum @letstrekintospace @letsboldlyspirk @snuffles-groovy-doghouse @l0vegl0wsinthedark @askspones @aconitum-trek @beauty-grace-outer-space @bixgirl1 @boldlygoingnovvhere @camael-fanart @confusedgaydragon @demonicvulcan @doodlebat

Feel free to do this, even if you weren't tagged! I barely made the 20 😬😳

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lunaehymn · 7 years

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a wishlist of plots !!

ideas for just about every character… i just rlly love chara development —— let me live.

noctis—

book interactions !!

secrets being shared

‘these are my friends, they’re lame but great.’

luna including loose pages of notes she wanted to write to him while the book was with him.

kid interactions

luna takING HIM TO THE FIELDS OF SYLLEBLOSSOMS.

her with him during his healing sessions.

teaching each other how to do dumb ( cool ) things?? flower crowns, simple knots, origami, card houses??

nyx—

this post :’)))

shopping shOPPING PLS LET HER BRING HIM SHOPPING.

‘i’ll be married soon, so i’d like to know something about masculine attire’

‘boots with a slight platform are not the same as heels.’

‘spin around, please— 360 view.’

this post too tbh ??? it’s somewhat part of my big au verse with luna surviving and all that good j a z z.

ravus—

boi h owdy

their mother’s passing. give me them grieving.

HONESTLY JUST ANYTHING

GIVE ME !!!! FLEURET INTERACTIONS !!!!

crowe—

I WILL MAKE A VERSE ON THIS BLOG WHERE CROWE PICKS HER UP OK.

THE TWO GETTING DISGUISES

cute coffee dates for in between the chaos.

late night chats. ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

‘have you ever been in love?’

‘no.’

‘why do you feel the need to lie to me?’

S AYING GOOD BYE GONNa HURT ME OKAYYYYYY

libertus—

ok but…. what if she let him take her to altissia.

new bodyguARD AND HE DOES GREAT O K

‘you’ll have to forgive me, princess. can’t say i’ve ever attended such a fancy meeting.’

‘you’re doing perfectly fine, for it being your first, sir ostium’

n y x and c r o w e talk.

‘. .do you think it was quick?’

‘well. . he definitely didn’t go out without a fight.’

‘what was she like?’

‘indescribable. . and she deserved so much better.’

LIBERTUS !!!!!!!! MOURNING !!!!!!!!!!!!!!

for crowe ( with luna’s support )

for nyx ( with luna’s support )

for luna ( by himself )

let my son be happy, ,,

prompto—

this video is all i have to offer.

hey hey hey that au where luna LIVES happily married and GLAIVE PROMPTO TELLING HER STORIES OF THEIR ADVENTURES !!!!

luna knowing that prompto loves photography, and she asks him about his work.

prom showing up the next day with all his photo albums and telling her the context and story behind each photo.

AU WHERE LUNA JOINS THE BOYS AND PROM SHOWS HER HOW TO S H O O T !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

i want lunafreya to fucking kiss prompto’s barcode, i fuckin stan luna accepting and loving prompto unconditionally.

remember when prompto catches noct on that nif-ship??? yeah??? get him to fly off and save luna too.

gladiolus—

teach her how to fight, oml

TEACH HER !! THE WAY OF CUP NOODLES !!!!!

:)))))))) angst

‘your father was a wonderful man.’

‘mhm.. he sure was.’

‘he spoke very highly of you and iris both.’

‘mm…’

‘the eve of the signing, he told me he was looking forward to spending more time with you two. that he was proud to see you’d gotten so far with him so busy.’

‘…’

‘he loved you both.’

‘yeah.’

ignis—

TEACH HER TO DRIVE HOLY HE CK.

‘here’s a list of the only things noctis will eat.’

them??? planning thE WEDDING TOGETHER PL S.

‘i believe this course featuring this wine will complement it all nicely.’

‘will noctis like it?’

‘when has noctis liked anything having to do with fruit?’

‘..cake.’

‘he claims they’re ‘two different things’.’

they share tricks for healing / fixing up their friends !!

iris—

MMMMMM OK.

i have a rlly angsty idea that i won’t post here…. but if u want it…. i got it..

TEACH HER HOW TO SEW.

let her weave flowers into ur hair

TEACHIN EACH OTHER HOW TO KI C K ASS TOOO !!!!!!!!

cidney—

teach her a few things about cars ( obviously ).

pls…. i beg of you… let luna put some damn clothes on her.

shopping !! dates !!!!

cute girls defending / saving each other from weirdos.

s p a d a y

LUNA TAKING SHELTER AT HAMMERHEAD A LITTLE AFTER KINGSGLAIVE OK.

regis—

AU IN WHICH EVERYONE LIVES AND SHE TELLS HIM SHE’S PREGNANT.

pls let her.. take him from insomnia.

let regis live 2kforever.

idk how b ut p l ease.

GRANDDADDY !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! REGIS !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

PLEASE I’M C RYIN GHHERE

cute interactions when she was younger.

‘does mother do well guiding you?’

‘she does. i don’t know where i would be without her. and you, young lady, will do just as well for noctis. i know it.’

s creams bc regis holding his grandchild for the first time pls.

cor—

him as her bodyguard post kingsglaive.

that’s all i got.

just think about it…… honestly….. its so good.

COR AT THE SIGNING TREATY PARTY, LUNA AND HIM TALKING AND THE TWO OF THEM BEING ABSOLUTELY GORGEOUS IN THE SAME SPACE THAT EVERYONE ELSE IS JUST.... ABSOLUTELY B L I N D E D.

what beauty, what grace... he will absolutely beat your face if you so much as breathe a bad word in the oracle’s general direction.

ardyn—

interactions with him and her as a child.

him ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) lowkey missing being able to help people out.

him?? escorting her places bc jokes on u bitch, she’s ur problem today.

‘must you really try on every dress in the store?’

‘must you comment on everything i try on?’

‘yes, bc ur style is shit.’

luna: -fifty shades of offended bc what is your scarf buddy-

aranea—

sharing secrets about her brother.

the two gossiping in general.

‘are there any cuties in ur fleet?’

‘nah.’

‘really??’

ARANEA TEACHING NIFLHEIM SOME MANNERS.

‘listen, i get she’s your prisoner and all— but i catch you layin’ a hand on the lady again, and i’ll have your head thrown into the bay.. ya’ hear?’

loqi—

congrats, welcome to the BABY SITTER’S CLUB, loqi. we have jackets.

like adryn, you get to escort her to places.

whether it be an orphanage, a park, town square— you get to follow her to make sure she doesn’t get kidnapped.

WHICH HAPPENS MORE OFTEN THAN YOU’D THINK.

lunafreya, an a1 manipulator for information: you’ll never catch noct off guard.

loqi, a determined, but foolish, man: -spills niflheim’s entire plan to prove that they can catch noct off guard-

luna being soft and healing him when he gets hurt while protecting her :3c

“its not your duty to fix me.”

“nor is it my duty to stay in tenebrae, while niflheim ruins what home i have left.”

“...then why do you?”

“because my duty is to my people, and to my king.”

drautos—

mmmmmmmmm god i hate dorito man.

honestly just??? i couldn’t tell you.

but this shady asshole.

luna just?? feeling on edge around him all the time.

she couldn’t tell you why, but there’s a familiar tension in the air whenever he’s around.

she can never put her finger on it, but tHIS ASSHOLE.

nyx dying, libertus not being able to help her — drautos succeeding in getting her and the ring back.

it’s rlly angsty i can tell you that now.

she has zero Z E R O respect for him after

clarus—

in regards to the one plot for gladio———

clarus finding a moment to talk to luna.

regis ain’t that far away, don’t worry.

but he just… introduces himself, obviously, but.. just begins asking if she’s had contact with noctis?

and if he’s mentioned gladio??? at all?????

pls just let clarus do that dad thing where they talk about how PROUD they are of their children, like s h i t!!!!! i love !!!!! familial relationships !!!!! and i love hearing characters tALK ABOUT OTHER CHARACTERS LIKE FU CK !!!!!

LET HIM TALK ABOUT IRIS TOO GOD !!!!! I LOVE HER TOO !!!!!!!

GODDAMN I LOVE THIS FAMILY !!!!!!!!!!

luche—

he’s a glaive ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

have her meet him at the party ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

her praising him for protecting lucis.

her thanking him for protecting lucis.

her hoping to hear more about / from him later on.

have the betrayal be really hard on her ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

gentiana—

really morbid, but deep conversations.

if gentiana knows when she’ll die.

if she knows HOW she’ll die…

…i swear i love her ok

just… astral talk??

we could make up but also build off of the lore we already know for this universe?? but also jump into other things not yet touched in canon…

idk i like these girls sm i need more interaction

where the FUCK is gentiana in kingsglaive

what the fuck

WHY the fuck

WHO the fuck was in charge of not putting gentiana in that damn film.

the short period of time outside of insomnia, after kingsglaive, where they meet up.

do they walk and talk for a bit??

does gentiana escort her to a city??

to HAMMERHEAD, maybe??

like i hope and pray she does.

who knows :’))

pryna—

ok sO I HC THAT LUNA HAS.... chronic pain just from the amount of scourge she’s harboring in her body. and she has mornings where it is v hard for her to leave bed, and pryna keeps her company.

THE PUPS AND LUNA HAVING A TELEPATHY SORTA DEAL, seeing as how luna could be.... considered..... divine herself. but yeah, love my!!! beautiful girls!!!!

angst: pryna and luna inner dialog while dying next to each other. bye.

umbra—

this can go for pryna too, but luna giving him a BATH in ( most likely ) her ginormous bathtub in tenebrae. bubbles. rubber duckies. BUBBLES.

umbra actually picking luna up items ( ones he finds neat ), and luna thinks they’re from noct every time... but they’re like... really odd... items...

a keychain of a chocobo.

a feather.

he has brought her an empty wallet before.

a small plastic shovel you use at the beach.

probably halves of other things too ( half a roll of tape ).

#screams into the void #i'm out buying groceries rn so i'm on mobile posting this———#but hi enjoy my trash

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rebeccahpedersen · 6 years

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What Is The “Percent For Public Art Program?”

TorontoRealtyBlog

Well, if you read Wednesday’s blog, you’ll probably know it’s the answer to Wednesday’s blog question: “What’s the origin of the art in front of Toronto condos?”

Alas, developers aren’t commissioning for the creation of art on their own.

They’re being forced to.

For those of you that thought people do good things of their own free will and desire, sorry to burst your bubble on a Friday…

You just had to know this was coming, right?

The entire impetus for this blog post was a friend asking me, “How come so many condo developers are incorporating art into the design of their new buildings?”

Um, they’re not. Not by choice, anyways.

As with many things in life today, you can file this under the category of, “We’re doing it because the government is telling us to.”

Toronto’s “Percent For Public Art Program” was implemented in 2010, but the idea of incorporating art into city buildings dates back decades, from what I’ve read about the subject.

The origin can be found in Section 37 of the Planning Act, which permits the City to authorize increases in permitted height and/or density through the zoning bylaw in return for community benefits.

Now do you see where this is going?

We often hear people muse things like, “…I’m sure city will let the developer build double the height of any neighbouring building, so long as they build a parkette outside.”

I’ve heard cynics say, “…so the developer got permission to build a tower 40% higher than the bylaw states, because he included three subsidized housing units in a 400-unit condo?”

Give it five minutes, and I’m sure you could think of five other similar examples.

The words “in return for community benefits” have massive implications.

Out of Section 37 of The Planning Act came “The Percent For Public Art Program,” which you can read at your leisure by clicking that link; all 40 pages of it.

The name comes from the idea that if you earmarked just one percent of the cost of construction of a condominium for art, the city would be a brighter, better, more beautiful place.

Okay, those are my words.

But I think “bright, better, beautiful” are in line with the thinking of many of today’s politicians – maybe the same ones who put picnic benches on the road on King Street, in what used to be a lane of traffic. But that’s a topic for another day. A day, next year, when we say, “Wow, has it been a year already?” upon the “pilot project” becoming official…

Cynical? Yes.

But let’s not forget that not every idea the City of Toronto has, is one that makes sense…

The first page of the Percent For Public Art Program gives us this nugget:

“Public art installations, both publicly and privately owned, make walking through the City’s streets, open spaces and parks a delight for residents, workers and visitors alike.” SECTION 3.1.4 TORONTO OFFICIAL PLAN, 2002

As I said, the entire concept of public art pre-dates the 2010 program.

So now comes the mission statement:

High quality public art is important to the enhancement of Toronto’s urban fabric. Public art has created landmarks throughout the city and already contributes to the identity and character of many of our neighbourhoods and districts. The City of Toronto has a broad definition of public art that provides artists with a variety of opportunities to enrich the urban environment. Public art can be unexpected moments of beauty, amusement, reflection or intrigue. These works of art might serve as monuments or memorials or represent other creative, innovative and exploratory ideas or expressions for the area. It is widely recognized that public art has the ability to boost economic development and tourism by making destinations for visitors and local residents. The next wave of city building brings with it the exciting opportunity of securing new public art installations across Toronto.

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You can agree, or disagree.

As I wrote in Wednesday’s blog, we all have a different idea of what “art” is, and we all have a larger or smaller place for it in our lives.

When it comes to public money, however, we deserve to know what’s going on, and we will all have an opinion on effectiveness and necessity of government expenditures, hence my inclusion of the rubber ducky…

So now comes the rationale:

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The feasibility of an on-site public art program is governed, in part, by the available funding. Due to the size of contribution generally required to implement an effective public art program, on-site public art installations are primarily suited to larger-scale development (refer to Appendix 1: Budget Examples).

These guidelines recommend the “one percent for public art” model. This recommendation is based on common practice found within numerous successful public art programs in North America, Europe and other countries around the world. It is the “tried and true” target that enables the public art to have impact on the site in relation to the other 99% of the building budget.

Specifically, the recommended minimum public art contribution for a development should be based on one percent of the gross construction cost (GCC) of that development. To obtain a standard estimation for the GCC value, the calculation is to be derived from the most recent release of the Toronto Area Chief Building Officials Committee’s (TACBOC) Construction Value Standard (refer to Table 1 for examples of contribution calculations). The TACBOC schedule reflects the average construction cost by building type within the Greater Toronto Area and is the accepted method of calculating construction costs related to the issuance of building permits within the City of Toronto.

While a minimum value of 1% of gross construction costs is recommended for public art in development projects, that target may not be achievable on every project. In a large project, an on-site public art program with a value of less than 1% of gross construction costs may be feasible or appropriate. In other smaller projects, a cash contribution towards off-site public art may be secured with a specified value comprising less than 1% of gross construction costs.

Here is the table mentioned:

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Keep in mind, this table was included in the 2010 policy framework, thus the 2009-2010 numbers.

So now that we know what the program is, where and when it was derived, and how the tax, er, sorry – I mean “contribution,” is calculated, how does the developer make said contribution?

As per one of the following:

In addressing the City’s policy framework for public art, the applicant has the following options:

• ‘On-site’ Contribution: The applicant may commission public artwork to the value of the public art contribution (recommended one percent of the gross construction cost of the development) and such works shall be located upon the subject property or publicly owned lands adjacent thereto; or

• ‘Off-site’ (pooled) Contribution: The applicant may direct the value of the public art contribution to the City’s off-site pooled Public Art Reserve Fund. The fund will be used towards City-supported public art plans on publicly owned lands in the local community; or

• ‘On-site/Off-site’ Combination: The applicant may commission public art work on the subject property or publicly owned lands adjacent thereto and allocate the remaining portion of the public art contribution to the City’s off-site pooled Public Art Reserve Fund to be used as discussed above.

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So now you know how, where, and why we obtain “public art.”

Developers can either choose the “on site” contribution, and provide us with art like that which appeared in Wednesday’s blog, or they can simply “contribute” to the “pooled” slush fund, er, sorry – I mean “reserve fund.”

But I’m going to leave you with one last nugget of information here, folks.

My question, which could be quite leading at this point, is very simple: who pays for the artwork?

The 1% of construction costs, I mean.

The $2,000,000 paid to the artist, or the city, by the developer, when a condominium costs $200,000,000 to construct?

Yes – I know I said “by the developer” above, but that’s not the answer.

Who really pays, in the end?

You.

The buyer of the condo.

If you think, for one second, that developers – in between ribbon-cutting ceremonies for these art projects, are actually going to pay for them, then you’re as naive as the buyers that walk into the condo sales centres with no agents.

Here’s a sample “Statement of Adjustments” from a condo purchase, and note the bolded item:

HST Rebate: $26,894.68 Deposit Administration Fee: $254.25 Interest on deferred amount: $2,528.48 Common expenses: $1,223.84 Estimated 2014 reality taxes: $881.94 Estimated 2015 interim reality taxes: $1,749.50 Tarion fee: $971.80 Status Certificate: $100.00 Legal Fees Re Partial Discharge(s) (vendor mortgage discharge fees): $621.50 Bennett Jones LLP (builder’s lawyer): $975.75 Charge-Improvement/Art: $577.51 Hydro, Water Gas: $514.38 Education: $614.72 Section 3: $9,409.51 Law Society Levy: $73.45 2 Bedroom Levy: $6,579.99

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There you have it, folks.

$577.51 for an “art levy.”

The fact that the buyer is paying for the builder’s mortgage discharge, and the builder’s legal fees from Bennett Jones LLP, is a full blog post unto itself, as well as the idea of a “Section 3 Levy” which is completely unexplained, but I digress…

So while the city’s efforts to bring art to our streets should be applauded – because I do, despite my political leanings/rantings, see a public benefit in some of these projects, let’s not pretend that this is something it’s not.

It’s a tax on the buyer, plain and simple.

Whether the City of Toronto knows, or knew, that the developer would simply charge back their “art levies,” and “education levies,” and “greenspace levies,” perhaps isn’t the issue.

But I sure as hell don’t think it’s fair to credit condo developers for “contributing” to the greater good, by providing art to the city streets, when it’s an initiative forced on them by the City, and they’re writing a cheque from the pocket of their condo-buyers.

Give the residents of Toronto the credit for this one for investing in culture and the arts, whether they knew they were paying for it, or not…

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rebeccahpedersen · 6 years

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What Is The “Percent For Public Art Program?”

TorontoRealtyBlog

Well, if you read Wednesday’s blog, you’ll probably know it’s the answer to Wednesday’s blog question: “What’s the origin of the art in front of Toronto condos?”

Alas, developers aren’t commissioning for the creation of art on their own.

They’re being forced to.

For those of you that thought people do good things of their own free will and desire, sorry to burst your bubble on a Friday…

You just had to know this was coming, right?

The entire impetus for this blog post was a friend asking me, “How come so many condo developers are incorporating art into the design of their new buildings?”

Um, they’re not. Not by choice, anyways.

As with many things in life today, you can file this under the category of, “We’re doing it because the government is telling us to.”

Toronto’s “Percent For Public Art Program” was implemented in 2010, but the idea of incorporating art into city buildings dates back decades, from what I’ve read about the subject.

The origin can be found in Section 37 of the Planning Act, which permits the City to authorize increases in permitted height and/or density through the zoning bylaw in return for community benefits.

Now do you see where this is going?

We often hear people muse things like, “…I’m sure city will let the developer build double the height of any neighbouring building, so long as they build a parkette outside.”

I’ve heard cynics say, “…so the developer got permission to build a tower 40% higher than the bylaw states, because he included three subsidized housing units in a 400-unit condo?”

Give it five minutes, and I’m sure you could think of five other similar examples.

The words “in return for community benefits” have massive implications.

Out of Section 37 of The Planning Act came “The Percent For Public Art Program,” which you can read at your leisure by clicking that link; all 40 pages of it.

The name comes from the idea that if you earmarked just one percent of the cost of construction of a condominium for art, the city would be a brighter, better, more beautiful place.

Okay, those are my words.

Cynical? Yes.

But let’s not forget that not every idea the City of Toronto has, is one that makes sense…

The first page of the Percent For Public Art Program gives us this nugget:

As I said, the entire concept of public art pre-dates the 2010 program.

So now comes the mission statement:

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You can agree, or disagree.

As I wrote in Wednesday’s blog, we all have a different idea of what “art” is, and we all have a larger or smaller place for it in our lives.

So now comes the rationale:

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Here is the table mentioned:

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Keep in mind, this table was included in the 2010 policy framework, thus the 2009-2010 numbers.

So now that we know what the program is, where and when it was derived, and how the tax, er, sorry – I mean “contribution,” is calculated, how does the developer make said contribution?

As per one of the following:

In addressing the City’s policy framework for public art, the applicant has the following options:

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So now you know how, where, and why we obtain “public art.”

But I’m going to leave you with one last nugget of information here, folks.

My question, which could be quite leading at this point, is very simple: who pays for the artwork?

The 1% of construction costs, I mean.

The $2,000,000 paid to the artist, or the city, by the developer, when a condominium costs $200,000,000 to construct?

Yes – I know I said “by the developer” above, but that’s not the answer.

Who really pays, in the end?

You.

The buyer of the condo.

Here’s a sample “Statement of Adjustments” from a condo purchase, and note the bolded item:

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There you have it, folks.

$577.51 for an “art levy.”

It’s a tax on the buyer, plain and simple.

Whether the City of Toronto knows, or knew, that the developer would simply charge back their “art levies,” and “education levies,” and “greenspace levies,” perhaps isn’t the issue.

Give the residents of Toronto the credit for this one for investing in culture and the arts, whether they knew they were paying for it, or not…

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