#because the less convenient being a landlord is

[reelmegabyte]

ever wonder why spotify/discord/teams desktop apps kind of suck?

i don't do a lot of long form posts but. I realized that so many people aren't aware that a lot of the enshittification of using computers in the past decade or so has a lot to do with embedded webapps becoming so frequently used instead of creating native programs. and boy do i have some thoughts about this.

for those who are not blessed/cursed with computers knowledge Basically most (graphical) programs used to be native programs (ever since we started widely using a graphical interface instead of just a text-based terminal). these are apps that feel like when you open up the settings on your computer, and one of the factors that make windows and mac programs look different (bc they use a different design language!) this was the standard for a long long time - your emails were served to you in a special email application like thunderbird or outlook, your documents were processed in something like microsoft word (again. On your own computer!). same goes for calendars, calculators, spreadsheets, and a whole bunch more - crucially, your computer didn't depend on the internet to do basic things, but being connected to the web was very much an appreciated luxury!

that leads us to the eventual rise of webapps that we are all so painfully familiar with today - gmail dot com/outlook, google docs, google/microsoft calendar, and so on. as html/css/js technology grew beyond just displaying text images and such, it became clear that it could be a lot more convenient to just run programs on some server somewhere, and serve the front end on a web interface for anyone to use. this is really very convenient!!!! it Also means a huge concentration of power (notice how suddenly google is one company providing you the SERVICE) - you're renting instead of owning. which means google is your landlord - the services you use every day are first and foremost means of hitting the year over year profit quota. its a pretty sweet deal to have a free email account in exchange for ads! email accounts used to be paid (simply because the provider had to store your emails somewhere. which takes up storage space which is physical hard drives), but now the standard as of hotmail/yahoo/gmail is to just provide a free service and shove ads in as much as you need to.

webapps can do a lot of things, but they didn't immediately replace software like skype or code editors or music players - software that requires more heavy system interaction or snappy audio/visual responses. in 2013, the electron framework came out - a way of packaging up a bundle of html/css/js into a neat little crossplatform application that could be downloaded and run like any other native application. there were significant upsides to this - web developers could suddenly use their webapp skills to build desktop applications that ran on any computer as long as it could support chrome*! the first applications to be built on electron were the late code editor atom (rest in peace), but soon a whole lot of companies took note! some notable contemporary applications that use electron, or a similar webapp-embedded-in-a-little-chrome as a base are:

microsoft teams

notion

vscode

discord

spotify

anyone! who has paid even a little bit of attention to their computer - especially when using older/budget computers - know just how much having chrome open can slow down your computer (firefox as well to a lesser extent. because its just built better <3)

whenever you have one of these programs open on your computer, it's running in a one-tab chrome browser. there is a whole extra chrome open just to run your discord. if you have discord, spotify, and notion open all at once, along with chrome itself, that's four chromes. needless to say, this uses a LOT of resources to deliver applications that are often much less polished and less integrated with the rest of the operating system. it also means that if you have no internet connection, sometimes the apps straight up do not work, since much of them rely heavily on being connected to their servers, where the heavy lifting is done.

taking this idea to the very furthest is the concept of chromebooks - dinky little laptops that were created to only run a web browser and webapps - simply a vessel to access the google dot com mothership. they have gotten better at running offline android/linux applications, but often the $200 chromebooks that are bought in bulk have almost no processing power of their own - why would you even need it? you have everything you could possibly need in the warm embrace of google!

all in all the average person in the modern age, using computers in the mainstream way, owns very little of their means of computing.

i started this post as a rant about the electron/webapp framework because i think that it sucks and it displaces proper programs. and now ive swiveled into getting pissed off at software services which is in honestly the core issue. and i think things can be better!!!!!!!!!!! but to think about better computing culture one has to imagine living outside of capitalism.

i'm not the one to try to explain permacomputing specifically because there's already wonderful literature ^ but if anything here interested you, read this!!!!!!!!!! there is a beautiful world where computers live for decades and do less but do it well. and you just own it. come frolic with me Okay ? :]

*when i say chrome i technically mean chromium. but functionally it's same thing

#txt #long post #permacomputing #sustainability

[little-miss-vader]

Driven To You

Pairing: AU!CarGuy!AnakinxReader

Summary: Y/N has a small crush (obsession) with a car guy in her class and is so wrapped up in avoiding him, she doesn’t realize she might have actually caught his eye.

Directly inspired by the photos of Hayden driving/being around cars bc mmmmmmm delicious.

A/N: IM BACK BABY. SORRY FOR BEING GONE SO LONG I LOVE YALL. ENJOY! P.s. THE TITLE IS CHEESY AND THE WRITING IS EVEN CHEESIER. SORRY IM FEELING ROMANTICAL. This is a slow burn and i intend to do more parts!!!

Word Count: 6.9k

There was a sense of dread that always came over you upon waking up. You’d immediately think of all the things you had to achieve in the day. The thought alone would make your sheets feel all the more inviting whilst making fibres of the carpeted floor in your bedroom look like searing hot needles. This morning though, as you poured the boiling water from the kettle into the cheap insulated mug your college had given you as an acceptance gift, you smiled to yourself. Your roommates were still asleep. You had chosen your courses too late to be picky about what time slot you’d be scheduled with, and the quiet in your little apartment made plenty of room for you to listen to the music you had blasting through your headphones. You stirred your coffee and placed the lid on the tumbler before picking up your bag and keys. You slipped on the shoes you’d meticulously picked the night before and headed out the door, making sure to lock it twice. The dodgy door had a lock that wouldn’t properly latch unless you pulled it whilst locking it — but it worked, is what your landlord had told you and your roommates.

You stared down at your outfit while you walked. When you applied for a fashion degree, you hadn’t quite had the forethought to realize you not only needed to be good at what you did, you had to look like it too. It wasn’t a school mandated rule but it was some sort of unspoken requirement amongst your peers. You’d never been good at making friends and the treatment you had been getting from dressing comfortably during your first semester wasn’t helping your case. Now, dressing well was all you ever did. Leaving the house in clothes that weren’t carefully picked made you almost uncomfortable, even just going to the convenience store on the corner was a mission. You decided to stop hyper-fixating on whether or not the pattern on your skirt was vintage in a cute way or vintage in a grandma way because either way, it would be considered better than leggings and a big sweater.

“If it gauges a reaction, it’s fashion.” Is what your professor always told you. You were careful to only step on the tiles of the sidewalks, never the seams, and you always waited a second after the crosswalk signal went from red to white, just incase some insane city driver forgot what a red light meant. You’d narrowly avoided cars a handful of times during your walks to campus and learned it’s better to be patient.

As you walked you wondered if you’d see him today, the blond boy with the loud car and even louder friends. He was the reason Wednesdays were less daunting to you. It was the one day a week you had a class with him. He seemed kind and quiet which was a vast contrast when you looked at who and what he surrounded himself with. He had an odd name too. You only knew that because you both took the same boring and useless elective course. You didn’t shake away the thoughts, the feeling of a crush always made you excited. Making up stories about them in your head and fantasizing about how they liked their tea was all good fun to you, especially when you knew you’d never speak to the person.

You felt around the outside of your bag on your side until you felt the spirals on your hard covered sketch pad and let out a small sigh when you were reassured that you brought it with you. Your head whipped around at the sound of a loud exhaust coming your way and you smiled to yourself while thinking about how you were psychic and manifesting him, completely ignoring the fact that he was in the class you were making your way to. The yellow car came into view and you prayed it would make it past the yellow light ahead of you. The car was fast enough to do so but you’d never seen him drive fast before. That was another interesting thing to you. A car guy who doesn’t drive like an asshole was almost unheard of.

Your eyes flickered over to the now red light as you saw the car slow down right in front of where you were to cross the street to access the campus. You almost debated walking to the next cross walk and doubling back to avoid walking in front of him. You looked at the time on the giant clock on the front of the campus building and sighed. You couldn’t be late during mid term season. You waited a second when the crosswalk signal switched from a red hand to a walking figure. Your eyes, hidden under sunglasses, watched him in his car. His arm was rested on the door panel and he was biting his thumb nail, looking ahead of the wheel with his other hand lazily draped over it. He either hadn’t seen you yet, or he didn’t care to look at you. Both options seemed to relieve you as you walked. You shook your head to hide your face with your hair and pretended to text somebody on your phone, in reality you were simply typing gibberish into your notes app. You were sure he had seen you for the small duration that you’d walked in front of your car and the thought made you speed up your strides.

As you walked across the grass and towards the door you heard his car drive in to your left and park where he always parked. You smiled to yourself, thinking of the mild annoyance he must have faced when he saw a rusted Prius parked in his spot just a few days ago. It was perfect for you though, from where he was forced to park you could finally see the front view of his car perfectly through the window you always sat at and it made for a decent addition to your sketchbook. You blushed to yourself when you realized just how many sketches you had of his car. You didn’t even like cars, in fact you had sneakily walked behind his car in the parking lot once just to see which model it even was. You just liked him but drawing him seemed far too delusional, even for your liking. Besides, you were never good at drawing faces anyways.

You pushed the large door to the lecture hall and it swung open with ease. You greeted your professor who was nose deep in her kindle at her desk, she barely even muttered a response back. You smiled to yourself when you realized you were the only other person there. It was a smaller class but this gave you time to sit and sketch an outline of your muse, to be completed later. You settled down in your usual spot and snapped a quick photo to reference later before opening your sketchbook. You flipped to the back of the book where your secret drawings were. Not very well kept but nobody was looking through your notebook anyways.

Your eyes nearly popped out of your head when you saw a figure move outside the window. You watched through your peripherals as Anakin slid out of his car and closed the door. He adjusted his pants, which looked about four sizes too big, and locked the car before walking out of view toward the building. You squeezed your eyes in embarrassment and placed your pencil within the spirals, shutting your book slowly. You’d been so eager to draw the stupid car you didn’t check to see if he’d left it yet. You hoped to whoever was listening, whatever greater force there was, that he didn’t see you taking a photo.

You sat there in silence, staring at the wall and jumped when the door opened even though you were entirely aware he would walk in at any moment. You didn’t look at him. You placed your fist under your chin and stared down at your cellphone as he walked to his normal spot. Four rows to your left and two rows back. He sat right in the middle of the back of the class. You wondered what kind of person that made him. Clearly he wanted to be seen by the teacher, but maybe he sat at the back because he wasn’t eager to participate.

You milled the theories over in your head as other students began to file in. You noticed Anakin had come in alone. He usually had his friend with him but today, his friend came in late. He chucked a wrapper of some sort at Anakin and sat next to him. Anakins soft laugh made your heart do a flip and you leaned further into your hand. His voice was deep and it carried quite far even though he was speaking softly to his friend who made no effort to use his inside voice. You didn’t even notice the time fly by as you gazed at the chalkboard behind your professor, watching as the words she wrote turned into jumbled letters from staring for too long.

The bustling of people around you getting up to leave caught your attention and you began to pack up your things with haste. You picked up your bag and pulled it over your shoulder, taking care not to trip down the narrow and steep stairs of the lecture hall. You noticed Anakin and his friend sitting at their seats. They were deep in conversation as they moved at a snails pace to pack up their things. You, on the other hand, were itching to go home to watch whatever dumb show your roommate had on and eat.

The sun was bright when you pushed open the door that led you to the parking lot, causing your eyes to squint. You pulled your sunglasses off their perch on your head and placed them snug on your nose before you heard the door swing open behind you. Your head just barely turned but the sound of a man’s voice calling your name made you swivel on your heels.

“Hey, Y/N.” Anakin said as he approached you. His keys that hung from his front belt loop jingled with each step he took and you looked at him dumbfounded. The class was small but to know your name, that took a little bit of effort surely. “You forgot your charger. At least I think it’s yours. You’re the only one who sits by where it was.” He held out a small white block attached to a matching white cord. You held your hand out with an appreciative smile and he dropped the charger in your palms.

“Yeah it’s mine. Thank you.” You spoke as you shoved the cord into your over stuffed bag. His head moved in a nodding motion.

“No problem.” He said curtly. Your eyes trailed him over for a second before you decided that was likely the end of the interaction and you began to turn.

“Do you like cars?” He asked. You began to panic as you thought of the embarrassing photo you’d taken earlier. You desperately clambered your brain for an answer.

“Not really. Why?” You realized your words seemed a bit harsher than intended and you threw in a polite smile to soften the blow.

“Oh no reason.” He shrugged. You weren’t sure if you were just trying to relax yourself or if he truly hadn’t watched you snap a photo from the large, untinted window of the lecture hall. “There’s a car meet tonight. Just wanted to know if you’d be interested.” He finished and you looked at him. You tried to understand exactly what was going on and why it was going on but your brain left you with no answers.

“No that sounds fun.” You answered before you could think but his eyes lit up ever so slightly and your heart pounded a little louder than usual.

“Oh cool. It’s kind of like a super hushed thing though, a lot of these cars are technically not allowed to be on the roads.” He started and you looked at him with furrowed eyebrows, shifting your weight. “You’ll see what I mean. I can pick you up or did you want to meet there?” He leaned against the wall behind him.

“Pick me up. 42 Queen, apartment 215.” You smiled. “I’m not gonna get arrested right?” You asked and it pulled a laugh from Anakin. He shook his head and you revelled in the way his hair flopped over his head.

“Not on my watch.” He said through a straight teethed smile. “42 Queen. 215. Got it. I’ll be there at around nine.”

You looked at him with raised eyebrows. “Nine? My bed time is ten. I have class in the morning.” You said only partially joking. Anakin rolled his eyes, a disbelieving smile on his face.

“Car meets like this don’t happen before sundown.” He crossed his arms over his chest and you sighed dramatically. Despite your internal panic you kept your composure quite well. For that you commended yourself.

“Fine. I’m doing this for the promise of fun. So I better have fun.” You stated as you began to step back from him. He smiled at you, a knowing smile that signalled that you wouldn’t be disappointed. You took your leave, bidding him goodbye with a nod before walking as fast as you could to your apartment. He watched you scurry away with his hands shoved in his pockets before pushing himself off the wall and heading to his car.

When you got home you went straight to your room and sent your roommate a text, briefing her on the news of today. An excited smile was seemingly permanently plastered on your face. You laid your things on your bed and grabbed your sketchbook before making your way to your small desk. You heard a knock on your bedroom door as you began to sketch away at the drawing of the car, this time it included Anakin sitting inside. The photo you took captured it perfectly. You mumbled for whoever was at the door to come in. Your roommate Jean cracked your door open.

“Busy?” She asked as she entered the room fully, closing the door behind her. You pulled your headphones off one ear and turned to her with a shrug.

“Just drawing.” You muttered as she walked over and looked over your shoulder at the sketch. She knew about Anakin, all three of your roommates did, but she knew about absolutely everything. The drawings included.

“God, you’re insane.” She said jokingly with her eyes peering over your shoulder and you threw your pencil at her. She laughed and picked it up off the floor before placing it on your desk. She leaned against the surface and crossed her arms. “I’m really happy for you, Y/N/N.” She smiled down at you and you wrapped your arms around her waist with a smile. She uncrossed her arms to run her hands through your hair gently.

“Thanks, Bean.” You fondly used the name Bean for her, she wouldn’t dare let anybody else call her that. her boyfriend tried it once and she shot him a death glare so intense he apologized profusely. She was a bit intimidating. Tall, black dyed hair, piercings and tattoos. The whole nine yards. You pulled away from the embrace. Her hands held your hair as you retreated and dropped it gently before returning to their crossed position over her chest.

“Your hairs getting so long.” She was in school for cosmetology and was usually the only reason you looked presentable. You looked down at your hair and nodded.

“I guess it is.” You sighed. You knew she could tell that there was something on your mind and you sighed again. Her blue eyes felt as though they had pierced into your soul and you looked up at her.

“So a date… You never mentioned how it happened.” She sat down on the floor beside your chair. Her arms crossed over your knees as you turned to face her and she rested her chin on her folded limbs, eyes staring up into yours in excitement.

“Not a date. He never explicitly said that. That being said, I left my charger in class so he came and gave it to me and we just talked for a minute.” You smiled and she laughed in disbelief.

“So you didn’t talk to him first. What are the chances? Maybe God does exist.” She mused and you rolled your eyes, your hand reached for a pen on your desk and you clicked it before beginning to colour in one of her tattoos.

———

The hours went by slowly, probably because you were watching the clock every chance you got. You had already changed, and then changed back into what you had on before as not to look like you were trying too hard. You’d redone your makeup and fixed your hair. You brushed your teeth and ate. You even finished an assignment and it hadn’t even struck 7pm yet. You groaned as you walked out of your room. Your roommate was sitting on the couch in front of the television, her eyes flicked over to you with a smirk upon her features.

“Antsy?” She questioned you and you pouted as you approached the fridge, looking for a snack to pass the time.

“Only a little.” You rolled your eyes as you sat the the kitchen bench with a banana. Her hand raised with the remote as she switched from Netflix to Spotify. You watched as she put on a playlist before coming to where you were sat in the kitchen. She reached under the counter into the cabinet and pulled out a bottle of cheap champagne. The sight made you nauseous. Last time you’d seen that type of bottle you were face down in a toilet by midnight. “No.” You started and she laughed.

“Just a few. You’re wound up too tight right now. One or two drinks over the next two hours won’t kill you.” She smiled, waving the bottle in your face and you groaned again. With a hesitant hand you reached out and grabbed the large glass bottle from her. She turned around and opening the fridge with an excited squeal as she grabbed the orange juice. “Mimosas make everything better.” She smiled.

You took the liberty of grabbing two of the delicate glasses she bought for these kind of drinks and placing them on the counter. Jean was a bartender at a fancy golf course so she always had the means to make a good drink at her disposal. It almost worried you sometimes.

“Mimosas feel like a brunch thing.” You mumbled as she poured the glasses 3/4 of the way with champagne and topped them off with what seemed like two drops of orange juice. She smiled, her head tilted as she looked at you.

“Mimosas deserve to be enjoyed all day, any day.” She slid the glass to you carefully and held her own in the air. “To Anakin, I guess.” She said with a shrug and you raised your own glass, clinking it gently with her own before downing half the drink. It was cold and refreshing, and surprisingly, if you hadn’t known it had alcohol in it you never would have noticed.

She was right, the next two hours were spent talking about Anakin. You showed her his instagram where he had no pictures of his actual face. She theorized on how he likely had a crush on you, and you brushed it off. It wasn’t long before you found yourself at the bottom of your second drink and heard a knock at the front door. Your eyes widened as you stared at her and she laughed.

“Go open it before he leaves.” She whispered and you scrambled off the couch and walked over to the door. You unbolted the locks and cracked the door open.

You saw his tall frame stood in front of you, hands shoved in his pockets as per usual. You smiled and opened the door fully.

“Hi.” He said with a soft smile. His eyes moved around your apartment and landed on the bottle of Prosecco and orange juice on the counter. “Pregaming I see?” He asked, his eyebrow raised ever so slightly.

You heard your roommate speak from behind you and you could have jumped out of your skin. She was always such a quiet walker.

“Just a little. I’m Jean.” She stuck her hand out and you watched as Anakin shook it.

“Anakin.” He responded.

“Have her home by one.” She smiled as you slipped on your shoes. You rolled your eyes and looked behind you, shooting daggers at her and she shrugged. “Keep your location on.” She said and you groaned in response.

“Okay. I love you.” You mumbled and she responded with the same words back before you ushered Anakin out of your apartment. You heard the door lock behind you and you sighed. “Sorry she’s just like that. All the time.” You laughed gently and he smiled.

“No she seems cool.” He nodded. The two of you walked down the corridor and into the elevator silently before you piped up.

“So what exactly is a car meet?” You asked, your head turned up toward the boy who stood tall next to you.

“It’s when people with cool cars meet up.” He said, he looked down at you with a smile and an embarrassed blush rose to your cheeks. Seemed clear enough.

“Right. Just making sure.” You nodded and he smiled as the doors of the elevator opened. You followed him out as he led you to where he’d parked. You felt a sense of anxiety surrounding the situation, a new place with a new person made you feel a little uneasy.

When his car came into view you felt your heartbeat quicken and when he opened the door for you, you could have sworn you felt faint.

Anakin leaned on the door panel as you got in before shutting it once he saw you were completely settled. He walked around to the front of the car and sat in the drivers seat as you looked around the vehicle you’d only ever seen from the outside. It felt surreal. The small amount of alcohol in your system was nice but it wasn’t helping much as you watched him settle in the seat and turn the key in the ignition.

His hand pushed at the shifter and the car began to move. “I might have to drive a little faster. Turns out it started at 9 so we’re technically late.” He mumbled as he drove out of the parking lot. You stared out the windshield.

“As long as you don’t kill us.” You smiled and you heard his laugh in return.

“I wouldn’t dream of it.” He chuckled again as he turned onto the road. He began to speed up and your feet pushed against the floor mat to steady yourself. The roads were mostly clear which was good, you weren’t in the mood to swerve through traffic today. The car was loud over the music playing in his car and your eyes scanned over the radio to see what the song was called. You’d never heard of the artist but it was definitely something you’d listen to. You made a mental note to save the song to your phone as he drove quickly and carefully at the same time. It surprised you how effortless it looked and felt.

“Who taught you how to drive?” You asked when he came to a red light and he placed his hand on the shifting knob, wiggling it left to right as he waited for the light to change.

“I did. My dad owned a shop and would let me drive the cars to and from the lot. When i learned the basics I would take the cars out at night.” He smiled fondly at the memory, causing a smile of your own to creep onto your lips.

“That seems nice.” You responded. “I never learned.” He looked at you for a moment as he sped down the brightly lit streets of the city.

“I could teach you.” He shrugged and you looked at him for the first time since being in the car with him.

“I couldn’t ask that of you.” You shook your head and he shook his right back at you.

“No it would be my pleasure. I like doing this. I’d love to teach somebody else how to do it.” As he spoke, a car head began to take a left turn before he was able to make a right turn and he laid his hand on the horn for a second and the other car stopped to let him go. “I’d love to teach you so I could know you were aware of who has the right of way when making a left. Jesus they just give licenses out to anybody these days.” You laughed gently at his passive comment to the other driver. “I swear I only encounter scary drivers when I have somebody else in the car.” He chuckled and you rolled your eyes.

“Maybe you’re the bad driver.” You said jokingly and he smiled, his eyes shined under the street lamps.

“Yeah, maybe.” He mused as he pulled into a parking lot. It was full of cars and you could hear bass heavy music playing in the distance. He parked his car next to the rest of them and you watched as people glanced over, taking notice of the new vehicle in the parking lot.

“See? It’s literally a meet up for cars.” He said with a grunt as he pulled his emergency break up as high as it could go before turning the car off. The two of you exited the vehicle and he locked it before walking over to your side.

“I see that.” You responded and he smiled sheepishly.

“It’s kinda lame. Just didn’t wanna come alone and you seem nice enough to fall for it.” He said, a joking tone laced his voice. You let out an exaggerated breath and shook your head.

“You were right to think so.” You looked around at the cars around you. There was no more than 50 but you’d never seen this many people and cars in one spot.

He spent the night showing you around, explaining what cars he liked, asking you which ones you liked, and stopping to say hi to people briefly. About an hour in you began to understand why this could be fun, people were doing drifts and burnouts in the empty side of the parking lot and truth be told it was interesting to watch, especially when you knew you could never do that. It seemed he was well known in the community, that would explain why people stared as he drove in.

“Do you still race?” Anakin was talking to yet another guy who was standing by his own car. Anakin shook his head.

“Not since I got that ticket.” He responded. The guy laughed.

“You’re better than the rest of us. I think I have three tickets now.” He chuckled and Anakin rolled his eyes.

“If I was living in my moms basement with a job at the pizza shop I’d have three tickets too, man.” He laughed and the other guy laughed in unison. Anakin pushed his fist against the other ones and began to walk away. You chuckled and he looked down at you. “What’s funny?” He asked curiously.

“Nothing. I would have taken what you said personally but he just brushed it off like it was nothing.” You smiled and he raised an eyebrow at you.

“Didn’t you recognize him? He’s my buddy from the class we’re in together.” He said with a smirk and your eyes widened.

“Oh my god, it was. I didn’t even notice. I should have said hello.” You groaned and he laughed again.

“Now you’re the rude one.” He said with a tilt of his head and you sighed.

“I guess I am.” You responded. You walked next to him, glancing over at cars. You learned you had an affinity for Miata’s. Almost ever car you liked tonight had been a Miata. “You raced?” You asked.

“Yeah. It was fun. I’m gonna do it again soon, just wanted to lay low after I got booked.” He shrugged, his hands found their way into his pockets again. You nodded. You always had an idea of him, and he was proving those ideas to be wrong. You couldn’t help but like the truth of the matter just a little better than the fantasy version of him you had made up.

“Damn, Marty’s here.” He grinned as he pointed to a hot dog stand in the distance. “Honest to God he makes the best hotdogs you’ll ever have. Let me get you one. Have you eaten?” He asked excitedly and even though you had, you couldn’t help but enable his excitement.

“I could eat.” You smiled and he beamed, making a bee line for the hotdog stand.

“Good ‘cause I’m starving.” He called over his shoulder and you sped up to keep up with him. A laugh escaped you as you noticed how fast he was walking.

“Slow down.” You laughed as you reached for his arm. You caught him and grabbed him gently to pull him back. He stopped to let you catch up and looked down at you.

“Maybe you should speed up.” He looked down at you while your hand gripped his arm. Your stomach did a flip as you stopped in your tracks, looking up at his eyes. You’d never noticed how blue they were. The two of you stood silently, looking at each other, before you heard the sound of his stomach grumbling. Your laughter wasn’t easily contained when he looked down at his stomach.

“Yeah let’s get you your hotdog.” You smiled, he chuckled and let his arm drop down just far enough where it grazed your hand and your entire arm erupted in goosebumps. Your hand instinctively went to grab his hand. Your fingers twitching to hold his hand made his hand stop and slowly intertwine with yours. You never broke the eye contact and you felt as if you could hear him speak through just the emotion in his eyes. You had to breathe manually when he started walking toward the hotdog stand again.

He ordered two, one for both of you and pulled out his wallet to hand Marty a bill. He had to let go of your hand to do so but the warmth in your heart bloomed when he went to hold it again as soon as he put his wallet back in his pocket. A small blush rose to your cheeks. He told the man to keep the change and handed you one of the hotdogs. The two of you took turns using the condiments on the side of the cart before sitting down on a curb right next to it.

“How is it?” He asked, his mouth half full. You smiled as you finished chewing.

“Really good. Haven’t had a hot dog in forever.” You smiled and he nodded, humming in agreement. You noticed people begin to leave and you pulled your phone from your bag and noticed it had only been two hours. “It’s not even that late yet.” You said and he looked around. You followed his gaze to red and blue lights flashing in the distance and he stood up.

“Time to go.” He mumbled as he threw the last bit of his food away and you followed him, throwing yours away as well. Your chest began to fill with a small sense of anxiety, you’d never dealt with the cops before. You’d been relatively well behaved your entire life so situations like this were alien to you.

He walked calmly toward his car and you stuck to his heel. As you approached the yellow vehicle he pulled his keys off his belt loop and unlocked your side, opening the door and allowing you to enter fully before shutting it and walking over to his own side.

When he got in the car he placed the key in the ignition and glanced over at you. “We haven’t done anything. My car, while extremely modified, is almost perfectly legal.” He smiled assuringly and you nodded before realizing he said almost.

“Almost?” You asked and he shrugged as he began to push the car into gear.

“Yeah. Almost. Nothing big. If I get out of here now they won’t bother ticketing me.” He mumbled as he checked his surroundings before finding a gap between the other cars that were leaving.

You held onto the door panel tightly as he drove, anxiety bubbling up more every second. You were always prone to freaking out. He took a right from the parking lot and began to drive with the other cars around him. They were definitely all doing speeds that would get them in trouble on the small backstreet. You looked at him again and he glanced into his rear view.

“See? It was only one cop car and now it’s stuck in the parking lot.” You turned your body to glance out the back windshield and slumped back into your seat with a huff, followed by a small laugh.

“I was really freaking out for a minute.” You mumbled causing Anakin to let out a short belly laugh.

“Yeah. You should see how it feels to be booked during a race. That’ll get your blood pumping.” He had a tone in his way of speaking that made you think that one day you might experience exactly what he was talking about. His words almost distracted you from his fast driving.

As he turned down your neighbourhood he slowed down. There was no more cars with you guys and he seemed to relax in his seat.

“Sorry for that.” He started. “And for cutting the night short.” He smiled apologetically, only letting his eyes leave the road for a moment to flash it at you.

“Oh it’s fine.” You mused. “It was kinda fun.” You smiled back at him and your grip on his door loosened. You watched as he pulled into the small crescent driveway of your apartment building and parked the car. “I’d like to do that again, and maybe watch you race one day.” You finished as you collected your purse from its spot at your feet.

“I’d like that too, only if you’re being serious. I can’t tell with you.” He smiled and you rolled your eyes.

“I am.” You insisted as you plopped the purse in your lap and looked at him. “I see you drive every Wednesday. I’ve never seen you drive like that before, though.” You mentioned and it raised a hum from him.

“I only do it when I need to. Sometimes when I want to. Driving to school doesn’t exactly ignite my excitement.” He shrugged and you sent him a playful look.

“What warrants your excitement then?” You asked, leaning your elbow on his centre console and placing your chin in your palm.

“Ah the usual, cars, racing, pretty girls in grandma skirts.” He shrugged and your mouth dropped, a mix of a gasp and laugh flew out of you as you rolled your eyes and lifted your head.

“I like my grandma skirt.” You mused. His compliment settled in your stomach, making it so somersaults.

“I didn’t say I don’t.” His voice was quiet as he looked at you and a blush rose to your cheeks. His hand reached out to brush against yours and you let him grab it.

He brushed his thumb along the back of your hand as the two of you sat in a silent tension. The air in the car seemed thick during the silent conversation you had with your eyes. He cleared his throat, averted his gaze and dropping your hand before pulling his keys out of the car.

“I’ll walk you in, it’s late.” He mumbled as he reached across you and pushed your door open. You couldn’t help but feel mildly disconcerted at his reaction. He seemed so confident in his ability to flirt with you. You couldn’t pin point why he didn’t kiss you, it was one of the most obvious opportunities you’d ever seen. Regardless, you stepped out of his car.

“Sure.” You called behind you as you shut the door. He met you at the front end of the vehicle after locking it and walked next to you. The automatic doors of the building opened and you led him to the elevators. His hands were in their usual place, deep in his pockets as you pressed the button. You looked at him from your peripherals, agonizing over the suddenly awkward tension that filled the air between you two.

As you waited in the elevator you sighed. He looked at you, you pretended you didn’t notice, and the doors opened. The small hallway revealed itself through the elevator doors and you stepped out before him. He was hot on your tail when you finally approached the door and pulled out your keys.

“Can I get your number?” He asked from behind you and you froze, your key only inches away from the lock. You turned to him and nodded, stating off your number. You watched as he typed it in and turned his phone to you, you smiled when you saw your contact name had a grandma emoji next to it and nodded, confirming that he put the number in correctly. Your feelings were in a constant state of fluctuation. You couldn’t pin point whether he didn’t like you, or if he was just an awkward individual. Surely, somebody who looks like Anakin could never be so socially inept. Stranger things have happened, though.

He placed his phone in his pocket before letting his eyes fall on you again, your heartbeat raced as you waited for him to say something. Your eyes searched his desperate to find a hint of what he was thinking but you couldn’t pin point anything.

“Thank you.” He whispered. “For coming with me. It was really nice.” He continued and you nodded your head again. It seemed that was all you could do. You tried to push out some words.

“Me too.” You said and furrowed your eyebrows in embarrassment. “I mean. Sorry. I meant to say no problem. It really was fun.” You scrambled for words to avoid looking like an idiot. He smiled, his hand reached up and rested on your cheek. Your breath stopped for a moment as he used his hand to raise your face toward his. His lips brushed softly against yours and your eyes fluttered shut.

It was over before you even got to understand what happened and he dropped his hand gently, stepping back. He placed his hands back in his pocket as your eyes opened again. You could have died right then and you’d die happy.

“Sorry. Should I have asked before I did that? I feel like I should have asked.” It was his turn to ramble and you laughed gently, shaking your head.

“No it’s okay. I was waiting for you to grow a pair and do that.” You smiled as you turned around to unlock your door.

“Well good thing I grew a pair, huh?” He asked and you turned to him as you opened the door to your dark apartment. Your roommate was likely passed out after finishing the rest of the bottle.

“A great thing, really.” You whispered and he shot you a smile.

“Well, get some rest. I’ll shoot you a text later.” He whispered back as he began to back himself down the hallway again. “Goodnight, Y/N.” He smiled.

“Goodnight, Anakin.” You responded before you stepped into your apartment and locked the door behind you. You hadn’t even gotten your shoes off before your phone buzzed in your purse.

“Hi. It’s later. Wanna do this again soon?” The text from an unknown number read. You laughed quietly to yourself as you typed in a quick response.

“Yeah but you’re gonna have to pick me up until I get a license.” You responded.

“I have 0 issue with that. Besides. I told you I’d teach you how to drive. :)” You laughed at the text as you entered your room for the night.

“Deal. Goodnight. Drive safe.” You responded, your tired body and mind didn’t even let you change or wash your face as you laid in bed. Your eyes fell shut as you heard another vibration come through on your phone but you couldn’t bring yourself to look at it. You told yourself you’d take a look in the morning, but the longer you went without seeing the text, the more antsy you got.

“I’m gonna have to. Gotta take a pretty girl on another date soon. Goodnight.” The text sat in front of your eyes and you let out an excited squeal before tossing your phone on the bed. You cuddled into your sheets and let yourself fall asleep, only hoping to dream of him just so you could see him again.

#star wars anakin #anakin skywalker #star wars #anakin x fem reader #anakin #anakin skywalker x female reader #sw anakin #anakin star wars #slow burn #anakin x reader #anakin x you #anakin imagine #au anakin skywalker #star wars au #anakin fanfiction #star wars prequels

[quitblamingnarcissism]

I've witnessed countless examples of children, women, LGBT people, poor people, physically disabled people, neurodivergent people, people of color, and immigrants talking about the abuse they suffer on a regular basis from society as a whole, only to be told that they're lying, they're overreacting, or they deserve it.

I've witnessed countless examples of police officers, the military, landlords, corporations, rich people, and others with power getting away with enormous amounts of obvious abuse because they're good at using propaganda. And any attempt to give them less power is met with fear that society would fall apart.

But slap the "narcissist" label on the exact same patterns, and everyone suddenly realizes how abusive it is. And that's because people love being the hero who defeats the bad guy but hate analyzing their own actions to prevent being the bad guy themselves.

If you believe in "narcissistic abuse", you're not genuinely concerned with helping victims and holding abusers accountable. You just want a convenient scapegoat so your actions and the actions of people with power who you support are never scrutinized.

#narcissistic abuse #ableism #npd positivity #surviving narcissism #raised by narcissists

[tanoraqui]

On one hand: I now DESPERATELY want like, a 5+1 of times Maedhros went nuclear on the HOA/PTA (and one time Fingon did it for him).

But also I am now imagining the canon setting HOA/building codes. Like. They're like 95% defensive stuff about keeping walls clear and in good repair, fire suppressant means on hand, etc. But the remaining 5% is buckwild Finwean aesthetic bullshit.

Thanks for the ask! If it’s in any way reassuring, re: your tags on the inspiring post, Maedhros doesn’t run the HOA with an iron fist so much as…okay listen have you ever read the Meng Yao vs. the Board of the Homeowner's Association MDZS/Untamed fox series? Maedhros can’t use his power or his menacing reputation for the HOA (or PTA, etc) because this is his mild-mannered alter ego. He can’t even act too much like Maedhros Fëanorion(TM), because the disguise is glasses + Clark Kenting! So instead of being sexily threatening and supernaturally authoritative, he rules the HOA with nonthreatening charm, spreadsheets, and a dash of blackmail as necessary.

Also, actually, he has a full-time job as a CEO/supervillain, so most likely he rules the HOA through a convenient patsy.

Idk if I can pull out a full 5+1, but…

1. When they were still living in an apartment in downtown Echo City (penthouse, fairly fancy but not where the UBER-wealthy live), one time Maedhros suggested to the building manager that the rooftop garden would be more aesthetically cohesive and appealing with brickwork pathways. The manager brushed him off. Maedhros took offense (“Our contract says that the landlord will maintain the building for use AND aesthetics!”) and rallied other residents to make a fuss. After three weeks of escalating complaints, the building manager nearly started crying in an all-parties meeting as he tried to explain that he’d asked about getting superficial brickwork on the roof, okay, he’s sorry he was dismissive at first, that’s on him, but he did ask, and his boss said that he’s not allowed to so much as look at contractors to upgrade the garden paths—

It was at this point that Fingon pulled his beloved husband aside and asked, “Russo don’t you technically own this building?”

“Yes,” said Maedhros.

“So his boss, or his boss’s boss’s boss’s boss…”

“He was rude to me,” Maedhros hissed. “Which is a failure at his job, too! I will break him, and then I will have him fired and replaced with someone who is a more quality judge of interior and exterior design.”

2. When they moved into a house in the suburbs, neither bothered much with the HOA at first, because they were too busy with their newly untesttubed baby. Maedhros realized he needed to Do Something about it when the HOA wouldn’t let them put up an eye-searing display of Solstice lights. Fingon more or less said “sic ‘em” on this one; in all universes, Noldor are (sometimes fatally) attracted to shiny things. They’re like crows.

3. Maedhros licked the chocolate crumbs from his fingers with intense focus.

“This isn’t just homemade,” he said slowly. “It’s actually good.”

“That’s great!” said Fingon. Judgement passed, he bit into his own brownie. “Mmm, yeah, that is good—I can’t believe your weird little competition prompted her to not just make real brownies for once, but to make good ones! I assumed she lied about the storebought ones because she just couldn’t—hey, no. No.”

He grabbed his husband’s hand, which was pulling out a cellphone with the same forbidding fury that most people reserved for drawing guns.

“You are not allowed to call a hit on Laura from the PTA,” Fingon said sternly. “Be proud! Be happy! You inspired her, and now the bake sale stands a real chance!”

“I’m not calling a hit on her,” Maedhros said grimly. “I said I’d humiliate her and I meant it—so I’m doing far worse.”

He swiped the phone open and handed it to Fingon.

“Please call your grandmother and ask for her brownie recipe—you know, the really good fudgey one that my father always pretended to hate.”

BY THE WAY, it hasn’t come up at all in the au and I’m not sure about the details or implications, but the Vanyar are definitely an alien race. Maybe secretly? 2/3 of this extended family are only partly or mostly human. They still get their superpowers from Finwë’s side, though.

#shrikeseams #maedhros #fingon #russingon #my fic #superheroes #the silmarillion

[ero-heart]

There is barely any fanfics about the bandits from project nexus, which is a shame because I adore them, so I made one myself!

Reminder that all of my stories’s readers are gender neutral unless specifically stated,, same goes to this one! Hope you like it!

Cw: Violence, food burn 😔

SHARING IS CARING!

(Bandit x Reader)

You tried your best to succeed in life, it was hard. Slaving away at your customer service job, fighting rowdy clients, long walks through the dark streets to your tiny run down apartment. Without counting the randos that try to take over your home, those you had to fight to the death for the right to it. It’s not like your landlord cared if someone killed you and took over your living space (if they payed rent), that was how you got your apartment in the first place and it will be yours until some bastard manages to get lucky. It was hard, but you were strong, you were still standing and you did not intend to get less tougher. You were still a softie tho, all tough guys have a soft side. And this soft side was what brought you to this situation.

He was looking up at you with bright eyes, you stood tall and imposing. You won another fight, you got him on his back. This bandit jumped on you on your way home, most likely due to the bag of mini hotdogs you got from your work on the convenience store. Looking down at him, his dazed expression send a pang to your heart. He was fighting for food just like you were. You knew bandits, it was not your first encounter with one of them, they were hungry folk like everyone else but it’s significantly harder of them being able to get a job to get money for food, their communication skills were not great (most being non verbal) and employers had preference towards stronger grunts, which they were not. That also made it harder for them to fight for food when they were alone. Life was entirely harder for these guys. You sighed and threw the bag of hotdogs towards them, you could go one day without dinner.

“Enjoy it, next time I wont be as merciful..”

You left, walking on the dark sidewalks. The man on the floor trembly got their hands on the bag, sitting up to look at the contents inside it, the smell of food hit him, actual food, he might as well cry. The bandit immediately dug into it, wolfing down the hotdogs like it would be his last meal. That person beat him up and still gave him the price, he was astonished. Sharing was rare for bandits, everyone only knew how to take care for themselves and never think of someone else. When a bandit SHARES with another one, it was a sign of great trust and affection towards them. No one ever shared with him, and he never shared with anyone. But now their head was spinning. A strong grunt just shared, GAVE him all of their food. The bandit was blushing thinking about it, this grunt really knew how to fight, it was so impressive, they looked so cool during battle. His heart was melting, he didn’t knew what was happening, he wanted that grunt close, he wanted to share with them.

About three days later, when your shift ended, you came across that same bandit. You immediately got defensive at the man, but he simply handed you a piece of candy wrapper. He looked at you expectantly, almost bashful, seeming more and more excited as your hand got closer to his. You didn’t know if it was a trap, but when you rapidly took the wrapper away from him, the bandit beamed and ran away with his hands covering his mask cheeks. You were definitely confused, was this a gift? You didn’t have the heart to throw it away, so you kept it on your bedroom’s shelf. The same happened on the day after, he gave you a tomato sauce can and ran away. You washed it before putting on the shelf. The next day he gave you a crumpled coffee stained document, again to the shelf. It kept going until it came down on you that he was sharing you his food. You face palmed so hard to not have come to the realization sooner, you couldn’t believe it. Looking at your ceiling, you took a deep breath as you held your teddy tighter, you could regret everything you are about to make, but hopefully it would be worth it.

On the next night, the bandit was about to hand you a glass shard before you spoke.

“Look don’t, I- look you don’t have to. Just.. follow me please.”

You made a motion for him to follow you as you start walking. He jogged right by your side, nervous and curious about what you would show him. Soon you arrived at your apartment complex, passing the sleeping concierge, you were now holding his hand as you two got up the flight of stairs, the bandit was completely overjoyed by the physical contact and just followed through to where you were guiding him. You were not aware of his blissfulness however, upon finally arriving on your floor, you take the keys off your pockets and unlock the door of your apartment. You immediately guide him to your kitchen table before going to close the door, then march right to the fridge. The bandit looks around this new place with big curiosity, was this were you lived? It was noticeably tidier than the place he took shelter in. Your place had a couch, did you sleep in there? Did you have an actual mattress? He had one, they were super proud of finding it, his sleep had never been better. The bandit immediately noticed the smell of cooking meat, quickly getting off the chair and following it to glue themselves behind you, he looks over your shoulder to see you frying two patties on a pan. You jumped upon contact, turning around to face them and gently pushing them away, since they were too close and could get burned by the sizzling grease.

“It’s not over yet wait a bit.”

This didn’t made him go away tho, hovering you hovering the stove through all of the cooking process. When it was done, you shook the burgers from the pan to a plate. The bandit wasted no time and quickly took and brought a burger to their mouth under the mask, which caused on a half eaten patty being dropped back on the plate and the bandit blowing his own mouth while they tried to chew the hot meat inside it. You freaked out, unsure what to do you held their cheeks and told them to spit it out, they refused and successfully gulped down the food as tears streamed down his cheeks to your hands. You decided to go grab some tab water to help with the bandit’s insides. Bringing the glass to his mouth, they take it and tilts to drink it, rapidly. Soon when the glass is empty,

“Hic!”

He got hiccups.

You stay quiet for a bit before bursting out laughing over the absurdity of the situation as your guest continued hiccuping. You brought a stranger home to eat only for a burn freak out and now hiccups. Through sorries you guide the boy again to sit on the table and place the burger plate in font of him, rubbing his back as you continue laughing. You soon take a sit across them, watching him now safely munch on the warm food. You knew he was your problem now. He came in every day for more food and to share his food with you. You had to work extra hours for the new mouth you had been feeding, you also had to eventually eat the trash he has been bringing you every day for his gifts to not go unappreciated, but everything was worth it, this dude had grown on you and you adored him, as much as he adored you.

And that’s it! I hope it wasn’t messy haha! This will definitely have a part two,, I am thinking on giving a name for our Bandit friend! Mosher maybe? I hope everyone here is having a good day, if not,, I hope this story could help! Stay safe everyone 💝

#reader insert #x reader #madness combat x reader #madcom x reader #madness project nexus #fanfic #madness combat project nexus #madness combat bandit

[lovecolibri]

You can also see what KR did to Ravi re: her grudge and bitterness toward the audience. We loved him and wanted him back and not (for the most part) her self insert, Lucy. After bringing Ravi back, twice in these last episodes, they had him mention that he’s a landlord working toward big wealth.

Not only is there a growing resentment toward landlords with the high cost of living and the existence of billionaires and all of that. But how about the racist stereotype of the greedy South Asian/Indian, “convenience store / restaurant owner/ cab driver / motel operator,” who is there to cheat poor white people out of their money. Because that stereotype is a thing. It is very much a thing.

Whether or not KR is aware of this, making it so clear in two episodes, when Ravi doesn’t have that many lines to begin with, is extremely questionable. It’s like she was mad she had to bring him up again (see - Ravi cut out of the bulletin board 118 picture but not Lucy) and so they had to add something negative about him for everyone to know in order to make him less loved by the audience.

NGL I did make a joke about that, that she had her people troll tumbler to find out what people hated so she could make that something for Ravi, but honestly I'm not sure she thought that hard about it. She has brought up several times how they wanted to make a "joke" about such and such storyline or have a little fun with something which honestly has been part of the problem with the show, is that nothing is allowed to have any depth, just surface level moments and then being turned into a joke. So they probably just had some funny lines and threw them in for Ravi so he would have something to do and then call it a day. I don't think she cares enough about him as a character to do anything more with him than she has to, but I also wouldn't put it past her being petty to be the reason he wasn't in the final montage stuff. She had no problem sticking Eddie in his "big return to work" behind L so he's a blurry background character in the scene so 🤷🏻‍♀️🤷🏻‍♀️🤷🏻‍♀️ I would have loved to get more from Ravi after that RIVITING story about his big rescue and the finale had the perfect set up with him seeing another vehicle go over a bridge but we got zilch from him. I hope ABC recognizes what a gem they have in him and how great he fits in with the rest of the team because they could easily do more with him than just make landlord jokes.

#my sweet nonnie friends #911 #911 spoilers #ravi panikkar

[cervidaedalus]

I moved here in a haste because I needed to move out of my previous place and kept having zero luck on roommate apps, all scam or creepo interractions on CList, and I don't have a FB (which I guess is where most of the roomies wanted stuff is. I was super happy at first. It had a great view, I was living with another east coast trans guy, I had a lot of ambition for decorating the place, the proximity to my job, doctor's office, and favourite cafe was so convenient. Then it all went RAPIDLY downhill with little things snowballing and big things popping up.

Upstairs housemate is pregnant by her boyfriend of less than half a year. She doesn't speak English so I can't ask her what's going on and I feel like there's more to this than I'm aware of (but at the same time don't want to be dragged into something). She lost her job "because pregnant" which is SO FUCKING ILLEGAL. We do NOT have the space and she just... I guess expected to magically find a place to go? But she doesn't even seem to be putting in the effort to look for work (at least from what I can tell) and it's only going to become more difficult the longer she waits. Her boyfriend was over at least once a week or I could hear her talking to him on the phone, but seems to be MIA and honestly I'm reeling in horror for her while simultaneously angry at the level of irresponsibility that will eventually involve an actual human life.

Downstairs housemate seems to not even care. He's been the one who has neglected dishes in the upstairs kitchen for weeks and then "forgot" they're his and made the upstairs housemate do them when I asked if those dishes could be cleaned out. He's left the oven on multiple times. Left the door wide open this morning. He's flaked on me so many times over getting into the laundry room that I said "fuck it" and got a wheeled laundry bag to take down to the laundromat.

He sure seems to care when it SPECIFICALLY impacts him though. -I've been blamed for the cat smell up here which is 100% a case of olfactory fatigue from him being up here constantly to try and clean it before renting out the room. It smells in places under the furniture she can't get to. It's from a previous renter who had two cats he just set free when he moved out. -He's paranoid about losing his benefits (rightly so) to such a degree that he's insisting I pay rent in cash and refusing to give me a rental agreement (which means receipts for my cash payments will probably also be a no). -The other night he tried to coerce me to let him take my PS4 out of the shared living room and into his locked studio apartment downstairs just so he could watch a movie and when I asked why it needed to leave the living room got a snarky, "because that's where I am and where my TV is" like this entitled him to removing someone else's 400$ electronics from a shared space just because he doesn't wanna be in the shared space.

There's an incomprehensible amount of inability to maintain basic cleanliness. -The toilet was flooded and water was just... left there until I found it an hour later. -We have TWO vacuums that were either way overfilled, used as a shop-vac, or both and are busted. -The sink strainer was removed and put in the cabinet so people could just throw their compost into the drain despite both a garbage can AND disposal, blocking it when I went to do dishes. -Upstairs housemate bought two gallons of milk before she was finished her previous gallon: 1gal and two 1/2 gal. The half gallons expired May 5th and only one got used by that time (the other is half used and in the door), the gallon expired May 1 and is still unopened. -The trashcan kept being filled beyond full while I was at work without even being tied off and set aside.

On top of all this, I never saw the lease, never met the landlord, don't see the utility/internet bills before I pay them and at this point am afraid to ask. I was told I could bring my cat here and then told when it became an issue (being blamed for the cat smell) that actually there's a no pets policy. Who even knows if myself and the other housemate are a violation of the lease too.

I was red with rage the other day. He said rent needs to be paid in cash because twice I'd asked for a rental agreement as its the only thing I can use to prove residency to open an account with the local credit union. I was asked about my Chime online bank "Isn't that a bank?" told him yes, but I need to get to a physical place to get that much cash. He then told me I should be able to open an account with just ID and SS card, I told him I'm aware, but I specifically need a CREDIT UNION. He then came back with "If you don't pay cash I'll be charging you ATM fees" as if the back-and-forth was me refusing to get cash and not me asking for licherally a single piece of paper saying I live here and pay rent so I can get said cash.

I even said I would provide him a pen and paper so he could write it, then I'd type and print it at work and bring it back to sign. He came upstairs to deal with a couple other things, took the pen and paper and...

It's been four days and I've received diddly shit.

And it doesn't really matter at this point if he's forgotten or is deliberately trying to avoid it because if it's the former, I can't rely on him to remember I paid, and if it's the latter, he'll likely refuse to sign a rental receipt which then cycles back to the other point. I'm just so fuckin' tired and want to live in a place with people who are communicative, clean, and honest...

[britnisotello]

Home Administration Fees: A Necessary Investment To Cater Problems

Providing home or a part of your house on lease is just one of the common methods followed by the human race from the years. It can likewise be claimed that giving property on rent is the resource of gaining added income by resting at home. Going through this practice great deals of people either extend the section of their existing residence or construct additional homes forgiving on rental fee. All these activities in the beginning seem fairly straightforward to them as well as they exhibit their buildings proudly before their recognized ones, but their joy is not much less than a bubble that disappears in the span of few seconds.

From vanishing I do not imply that their building disappears or collapses, however I indicate the issues which they face before as well as after giving residential property on rent shatters their imagine earning significant profits from home within the short period. This is primarily due to issues connected to the building providing on rental fee, since providing property on rental fee is not gone stale to permitting someone to remain in your home and also pay you the asked lease to you. There are lots of rules which being as a property manager is expected to be followed by you, with this you also have a variety of obligations in the direction of your occupants to which are expected to be completed by you on demand.

In any case, all these issues can be recognized only by the person that has actually constructed extra property only for the function of providing it on lease, because generally if somebody has actually provided a section of his house for lease he can conveniently care for the issues connected to tenancy. Yet, if an individual has actually established some extra residential property, after that there are possibilities that he will most definitely understand that handling a residential or commercial property offering on rent is everyone's cup of coffee.

So just how to do away with this problem is the issue of worry amongst such landlords or homeowner. Interestingly, with an objective to give remedy to such landlords for their problems today there are numerous property administration firms which care for towards all the issues related to giving property on lease. These groups or firms are generally comprised by the team of specialists having knowledge in handling the problems related to the residential or commercial property provided on lease.

Types of Building Monitoring Charges: Although building management charges refer to the quantity charged for taking care of the residential or commercial property offered on rental fee, but relying on their needs the property administration firms charge the costs in different styles. A few of them are referred listed below:

Month-to-month Management Fees: It is self understanding term as well as describes the payment made to building management company on a monthly basis for the services provided by it. This settlement is produced the varied solutions offered by the team, consisting of receiving lease from the lessees, regular examination of home, residential or commercial property maintenance, acquiring the problems obtained from the occupants throughout odd hours, etc. The quantity of this charge mostly differs from 7% to 10% of the regular monthly rent received from the lessees.

Leasing Charges: This cost describes the financial investment produced marketing the residential or commercial property, showing the building to your prospective occupants, screening tenants, https://www.colomba.bg/usluga/upravlenie-na-imoti/ and examining their previous credit report, obtaining all the lawful records prepared appropriately and also different other tasks. This is generally one time charges as well as mostly differs from 75% to 100% of the lease for the first month.

Maintenance Charge: It generally refers to investment made by the company for keeping the condition of your residential property. As a general technique this type of fee is primarily charged on terms and conditions established between the building monitoring business as well as the landlord. If the proprietor takes the responsibility of caring for the upkeep of residential or commercial property no charges is paid to the group, however in case if the obligation is handed on the shoulders to the group. Then, relying on the terms, problems and maintenance cost is paid to the team.

Late Charge: If the renter is not able to pay the rent on the identified date, because situation the management firm could go with gathering the complete portion of lease or particular percentage of rent depending upon the mutually agreed problems.

Eviction Cost: There might be circumstances when the landlord may wish to obtain his house vacated before completion of the agreement. Because scenario the monitoring business can help him in getting the tenants forced out from the house either via common contract or through court. Depending upon the initiatives and time, the residential or commercial property monitoring firm can bill the necessary fees for the very same.

[changingspacec]

Furniture Made Easy: How Landlord Furniture Packages Simplify Your Life?

Being a landlord comes with its fair share of responsibilities, and furnishing your property is certainly one of them. But before you dive headfirst into the labyrinth of furniture shopping, consider the game-changing solution – landlord furniture packages. These pre-assembled bundles are the secret weapon for hassle-free and stylish property management.

Let's unpack how these packages can simplify your life.

1. The 'Ready-to-Impress' Advantage

Imagine this: you secure a new tenant, and you only need to hand them the keys to a fully furnished, aesthetically pleasing living space. That's the magic of landlord furniture packs. These packages are meticulously curated to create an instantly appealing ambience. From the living room to the bedroom, your property transforms into a ready-to-move-in haven.

2. The Stress-Free Assembly

Bid farewell to the frustration of deciphering complicated furniture assembly instructions. Landlord furniture packages eliminate the need for a degree in engineering just to put together a coffee table. With these packages, furniture arrives at your property pre-assembled, saving you time and sparing you from any 'DIY gone wrong' scenarios.

3. Cost-Effective Chic

Styling your property to attract tenants doesn’t have to break the bank. Landlord furniture packs are designed to be cost-effective while maintaining a chic aesthetic. These bundles often come at a discounted price compared to purchasing individual pieces. It's a budget-friendly way to visually appeal your property without compromising quality.

4. Time is Money – Save Both

Time is an extremely valuable resource in the lightning-fast field of property management. Sourcing, buying, and assembling furniture individually is a time-consuming process. Landlord furniture packages streamline this entire ordeal, allowing you to focus on more important aspects of managing your property – like ensuring your tenants are happy.

5. The Tailored Touch

Customization is the name of the game with landlord furniture packages. While these bundles come pre-packaged, many companies offer flexibility in selecting the style and color schemes. This allows you to tailor the furniture to match the unique character of your property. It's similar to having your own personal interior designer but without the high cost.

6. A Maintenance Win

Apart from looking good, the durability of furniture is crucial for landlords. Furniture in landlord furniture packages is often chosen with durability in mind. This means less headache for you in terms of maintenance and replacements. Invest once, and let the furniture withstand the comings and goings of various tenants.

7. The Tenant Magnet

Tenants love convenience, and a fully furnished property is a significant selling point. The prospect of moving into a space where everything is already set up is a dream for many. Offering a furnished property increases your chances of attracting and retaining quality tenants. It's a win-win situation for both you and your renters.

The Bottom Line

Landlord furniture packages are the unsung heroes that swoop in to save the day, making your life as a landlord easier and more stylish. So, why settle for the furniture shuffle when you can have a curated, hassle-free solution delivered right to your doorstep? Landlord furniture packages – because your property deserves to be dressed to impress without the stress.

[providenceproperty]

Property Upgrades And Renovations: The Golden Ticket For Landlords

As a landlord in the UK, one of your core responsibilities is to offer accommodation that is fit for human habitation. This means, going beyond the basic, bare minimum in terms of safety, comfort and cleanliness.

Tenants too are a savvy lot and are less likely to accept mediocre facilities, especially given how expensive the rental property market has become in the last few years. According to a recent study, approximately 75% of tenants claimed that they would not mind shelling out a slightly higher rent for a property that has been renovated. The rental market in the UK is extremely competitive and having an edge over peers can prove invaluable in the long run.

In this article, we’ll take a look at how timely upgrades or renovations can benefit your return on investment and help you maximise your earnings as a landlord.

Beat The Competition

An empty property means lower profits. Keeping your property investment looking new and attractive will significantly reduce chances of long vacancy periods when you are looking for new tenants. When assessing the current state, make sure you take different factors into account.

Higher Rental Values

Properties that look significantly better than others in the same locality are better positioned to charge more. The most common property upgrades and renovations include painting, decorating, flooring, and installing new kitchens and bathrooms. The money spent on making any of these upgrades in your rental property can be easily recovered with the increased rent income.

Better Energy Efficiency

For most property owners, old or faulty wiring remains one of the main pain points with attracting quality tenants. In most places, local UK laws require a minimum e level on the Energy Performance Certificate (EPC) rating scale. Consider other replacements such as draughty windows or installing a solar-powered or energy efficient boiler to reduce utility bills. Moreover, tenants are becoming environmentally conscious and looking for rental homes that support their lifestyle. This only means a higher EPC rating will help you attract quality tenants while keeping your property compliant with local laws.

Lower Ongoing Costs

New appliances and updating energy systems directly translate to better efficiency and performance. Which means the chances of sudden breakdowns are significantly reduced. It is a win win for all, tenants get to live comfortably while the landlord enjoys lower costs of maintenance and upkeep.

Higher Property Value

Improvements to your rental property also translate to better value in case you wish to sell the property down the line. A well-maintained property will put you in a better position when the market is buoyant.

Enhanced Tenant Satisfaction

A property with modern fittings and upgraded fixtures is far more convenient to live in. For tenants looking to set up a home, such rental properties provide a greater sense of comfort and satisfaction. Because your tenants love living in your rental property, they are far more likely to renew their lease.

One significant aspect of being a good landlord includes investing in your tenants’ interests as a means to directly maximise revenue. A simple way to check whether your tenants will be happy to live in your rental property is to turn inwards – ask yourself if you would be content living in this space. Then ensure all the decisions you make for upgrades in your property answer a resounding yes.

Enjoy Tax Rebates

For landlords, renovations and upgrades made towards their rental property could actually help you save money. Allowable expenses include general repairs, regular maintenance costs as well as hiring services of cleaners or gardeners to keep your property looking clean and attractive.

Before setting out to do any kind of repairs or upgrades, it is important to have a proper plan and budget in place. Prioritising upgrades is crucial if you are working with a limited budget. In case you have a property management firm to take care of your property, be sure to rope them into your plans. Your plans to upgrade your investment will benefit greatly from the network of handymen and contractors that your professional property managers will round up. Adequate upkeep and renovations will help you attract and retain quality tenants, improve overall rental income, and safeguard your investment for years.

#propertyinvestment #real estate agent #property #property management #real estate #london

[lunarsilkscreen]

Bus Fare, or the root cause of inflation

This has just as much to do with delivery by Amazon as it does Bus Fare, but I'll try to keep everything coherent.

This starts with convenience stores and establishments in the city realizing they have a captive audience without access to transportation other than public transit. (Buses) and is compounded by the existence of out-of-state students who live in local apartments.

They realized that their base price per item can be the price of a round-trip bus ticket. Because these students are trapped in this area away from near-by establishments that are not accessible by bus.

This is why [cup ramen] at the 7-11 costs a dollar more than at the department store.

Now, where I live, a bus ticket is $3 round-trip ($1.50 if you make it back within an hour or so). So every restaurant or other store prices every item by this amount. In some restaurants, *every* item is $3 more expensive than elsewhere. (Even from Amazon)

Needless to say, it means it discourages people from shopping in the area (despite the constant efforts to drum up business, I'd say a lot of them are operating at a loss with the high prices. No this isn't a "road construction problem. These establishments are facing the same thing that happened to indoor malls.)

The existence of Amazon means that students don't even go out to the stores without necessity. Because it's so much cheaper to have it delivered. And you can stock up your room at a cost much less than the effort to go to a local convenience store.

Why don't they just lower prices? Well, that's where the landlords come in.

See, some businesses started realizing earlier they could charge as much as bus fare, and they did better. Because they did better, they could afford to pay the landlords more, who realized that they could increase rent on the other establishments, who were then strong armed into adopting this strategy that could be interpreted as "price fixing".

This isn't localized either, because landlords radiating out of that area start upcharging the businesses because of their proximity to a bus station. Regardless of the bus routes take them by the businesses.

Not because of the bus station, but because their neighbor landowner charges more. Keeping up with the smiths.

It's at this point we see the lagging indicator from inflation "living wage adjustment" since they can't afford the prices at local establishments, and they can't afford the increased rent prices, they obviously ask for the increase.

But the price increase was already unsustainable, so businesses clapped back. They can't pay the increased rent AND increased wages. Something has to break, and that's the eviction of local establishments that used to have a Working business model but now don't. Because they simply cannot turn a profit from a customer base that can't afford the prices.

Now here's the bigger problem: developers and landowners expecting a return on their investment can no longer expect a return on investment; they probably can't even expect to pay off the money they borrowed for the property. They paid *above* the actual value of the property because they did a calculation based on *future inflation* but forgot to account for the overall appreciation overtime and the possibility of over-leveraging already taking place in the present.

In my local area at least, this means that more and more businesses will start to be lost. And workers will be displaced, and a lot of property being foreclosed on. This means deinflation is imminent following the mass foreclosure.

It's also indicative of a future loss of tax revenue from student parents who would rather go eat out at fast food when they visit because it's half the price of the local "bar & grills".

There's lots of renovations happening currently, at a rather slow pace. I doubt they'll be able to pay for both the loans taken on renovations AND the loans taken out to purchase property.

“That can’t be right … the ratings agencies, the banks, the government? You’re saying they’re all asleep at the wheel?” - The Big Short

Ryan Gossling's character responds with "Yeah."

I'm not saying that.

I'm saying that some are, and the rest are complicit because they don't have the tools or ability to do anything except watch as it collapses.

Why are we in a position that says "We can only watch it burn" when we had two decades to fix the problem since the last time? Perhaps the better question is:

"Are we even going to do anything about it this time?"

[romanmartines]

Home Administration Fees: A Necessary Investment To Cater Problems

Providing home or a part of your house on lease is just one of the common methods followed by the human race from the years. It can likewise be claimed that giving property on rent is the resource of gaining added income by resting at home. Going through this practice great deals of people either extend the section of their existing residence or construct additional homes forgiving on rental fee. All these activities in the beginning seem fairly straightforward to them as well as they exhibit their buildings proudly before their recognized ones, but their joy is not much less than a bubble that disappears in the span of few seconds.

From vanishing I do not imply that their building disappears or collapses, however I indicate the issues which they face before as well as after giving residential property on rent shatters their imagine earning significant profits from home within the short period. This is primarily due to issues connected to the building providing on rental fee, since providing property on rental fee is not gone stale to permitting someone to remain in your home and also pay you the asked lease to you. There are lots of rules which being as a property manager is expected to be followed by you, with this you also have a variety of obligations in the direction of your occupants to which are expected to be completed by you on demand.

In any case, all these issues can be recognized only by the person that has actually constructed extra property only for the function of providing it on lease, because generally if somebody has actually provided a section of his house for lease he can conveniently care for the issues connected to tenancy. Yet, if an individual has actually established some extra residential property, after that there are possibilities that he will most definitely understand that handling a residential or commercial property offering on rent is everyone's cup of coffee.

So just how to do away with this problem is the issue of worry amongst such landlords or homeowner. Interestingly, with an objective to give remedy to such landlords for their problems today there are numerous property administration firms which care for towards all the issues related to giving property on lease. These groups or firms are generally comprised by the team of specialists having knowledge in handling the problems related to the residential or commercial property provided on lease.

Types of Building Monitoring Charges: Although building management charges refer to the quantity charged for taking care of the residential or commercial property offered on rental fee, but relying on their needs the property administration firms charge the costs in different styles. A few of them are referred listed below:

Month-to-month Management Fees: It is self understanding term as well as describes the payment made to building management company on a monthly basis for the services provided by it. This settlement is produced the varied solutions offered by the team, consisting of receiving lease from the lessees, regular examination of home, residential or commercial property maintenance, acquiring the problems obtained from the occupants throughout odd hours, etc. The quantity of this charge mostly differs from 7% to 10% of the regular monthly rent received from the lessees.

Leasing Charges: This cost describes the financial investment produced marketing the residential or commercial property, showing the building to your prospective occupants, screening tenants and examining their previous credit report, obtaining all the lawful records prepared appropriately and also different other tasks. This is generally one time charges as well as mostly differs from 75% to 100% of the lease for the first month.

Maintenance Charge: It generally refers to investment made by the company for keeping the condition of your residential property. As a general technique this type of fee is primarily charged on terms and conditions established between the building monitoring business as well as the landlord. If the proprietor takes the responsibility of caring for the upkeep of residential or commercial property no charges is paid to the group, however in case if the obligation is handed on the shoulders to the group. Then, relying on the terms, problems, https://www.colomba.bg/usluga/upravlenie-na-imoti/ and maintenance cost is paid to the team.

Late Charge: If the renter is not able to pay the rent on the identified date, because situation the management firm could go with gathering the complete portion of lease or particular percentage of rent depending upon the mutually agreed problems.

Eviction Cost: There might be circumstances when the landlord may wish to obtain his house vacated before completion of the agreement. Because scenario the monitoring business can help him in getting the tenants forced out from the house either via common contract or through court. Depending upon the initiatives and time, the residential or commercial property monitoring firm can bill the necessary fees for the very same.

[goblincow]

A Met spokesperson told the BBC that officers spent an average of 10 hours with a patient when they are sanctioned under the Mental Health Act. "In London alone, between 500-600 times a month officers are waiting for this length of time to hand over to patients, and it cannot continue," said a statement. "Police... are not trained to deliver mental health care." https://news.sky.com/story/metropolitan-police-to-stop-attending-999-calls-linked-to-mental-health-incidents-12892351

ACAB

^^ Quotes in red are worth comparing to the first headline and quotes in orange are words that are doing a lot of heavy lifting.

Rant incoming about why we hate cops.

Essentially it's the same rhetoric as ever: cops are unqualified but also blameless for anything bad they do (because obviously the lack of qualification and badness emerge from some sort of corrupt or incompetent bureaucracy governing their actions, for which they are ultimately not responsible and which are adjectives that definitely don't also apply exactly to cops like they're projecting or something no way they would nevvvverrrrrrr) so they need less red tape and less time "waiting" to "hand over" "patients" because they need to do less "MENTAL HEALTH CARE" and more unidentified but very important Cop Stuff.

You know, Cop Stuff, the stuff that they are actually qualified to do. Cop Stuff.

Like what they did in the info released the next day about a 91 year old woman with dementia in need of mental health support who - due to the red tape that holds them accountable to "wait" "with a patient" for some time (that could vary to an unknown degree but which we are encouraged to assume is normally 10 dont worry about it they would never fudge the numbers why would you say that) - ended up being assaulted by the police, who put a bag over her head, aimed a taser at her and nearly killed her like their comrades in Australia did when they tasered a 94 year old woman, which I found out about with the same "91 year old tasered" search from an article that was published just 1 week ago!

Never ever ever ever ever call the police on anyone having what appears to be a mental health crisis. Hell, if you call an ambulance in the UK you still risk the possibility of being traumatised in a mental health ward but if you must call for help then do so – but for fucks sake don't ever call the police.

They are trained to escalate in order to do violence on behalf of the state and in the interests of private property and they do so every time they have an opportunity. It doesn't matter what good any police officer ever did or if they were ever nice to you, there is a hell of a lot of evil that you have to constantly dismiss to cling on to the copaganda you get taught ever since you're a child that there are "good cops" which are basically the good guys and there are "dirty cops" (who do all the bad stuff, a few bad apples if you will, but we'll conveniently ignore the part about how they spoil the whole fucking bunch), which is why we need a maverick "good cop" to deliver "justice" by breaking the rules and cutting through the "red tape" to save the day.

Thats literally the fucking lie they ran in this statement and which they run all the time to shift accountability onto their victims & their few measly restrictions in order to demand more power and more access to violence. If a cop does something good or kind they are doing it in spite of the fact they're a cop, not because of it.

My letting agent literally wants me to call the cops atm on a homeless guy that keeps coming through my garden, digging through bins & making a mess because the landlord cant be bothered to put a lock on the gate and end the problem. Cops are fucking useless unless you want to hurt people with less power than you because by their own admission they are literally not trained to help people & they would be better off spending their time hurting people instead because doing violence is the only reason cops exist, it's what a cop fucking IS.

Rant over, fuck the police. Fuck police unions. All cops are bastards. No cops at pride.

#rant #fuck the police #acab #1312

[posting-cringe]

hiipower

ears covered, eyes covered, music piped directly into my skull: jazz drum rhythms and rap, some words I'd heard a thousand times and some I was hearing for the first.

A shock of insight, a moment of the curtain pulling back. Black people are just like me; but I've strained and clenched for my whole life not to admit this or believe this; seeing now, for a moment, my fragility, my fear and terror and resentful entitlement; "those things are for other people - not for me!" seeing this part of myself not with rage or shame but just sadness and annoyance.

Black people and poor people and working people have to deal with the shit that I don't think I should! With long commutes and shitty landlords and health precarity and job precarity and violence and; and; and; ....

[ the same moment in a different plane: seeing a man dive out of a boat into a lake and imagining for a moment his intense embodied viscerality; an encountering of reality as it is; in a body; with less fear! ]

[ and again: realizing that no one I follow on Twitter seems to be doing much movement work; or if they do, they don't talk about it! i've cultivated an online sphere that's relentlessly anti-earnest and orthogonal to acting collectively; I really, really, really would do well to move away from it. ]

Because the truth is this: I don't want to live in this apartment because it's a poor person's apartment; it's in a poor person's neighborhood and these are poor people's problems. I don't think I should have to put up with them.

This moment is a whipsaw back to a way I felt when I was younger, my feeling of obligation to suffering, my refusal of the appearance of comfort and ease; how is this spiraling different? Perhaps I'm a little more in touch with my shame now; I'm certainly more aware of the importance of money, resources, wealth; I'm definitely more ambivalent about how much I want and need them;

because - remember - Black people, poor people. MOST PEOPLE - live without much at all! What is stopping me from believing that's possible about myself? Do I believe I'm uniquely fragile? My mom said that i'm sensitive and in need of protection; she said that I'm special and needing special care.

ok; the moment has faded; what am I trying to carry?

perhaps, simply, the remembering that there's nothing about me that means I deserve any more or less than anyone else; that being able to avoid certain situations doesn't mean I'm superior to those who find themselves in them; and, maybe, maybe, that there are some things I would be fine living with. (although remember, most people with means to make their lives convenient do so!)

lastly: i so so so want to heal the part of myself that feels like a stuck wounded bawling ashamed child.

[buypropertyeasy]

Top 5 countries with the highest Rental Yields

    While growing property values are an indication of housing bubbles that could burst at any time in places like the United States and many Asian nations, there are several other nations with strong foundations and abundant opportunities. Beyond the luxury and wise investment of having a home abroad, many of these nations also offer substantially better rental property yields.

1. Panama

For several reasons, Panama is a popular place for expats to live

Panama is one of the most free-market nations in Latin America, has strong property rights, and is conveniently located for Americans

They also offer tempting choices for second homes

The nation is aiming to become the “Singapore of Central America” with substantial infrastructure investments and business-friendly efforts, in addition to being a growing expat destination for American retirees

Panama’s gross rental property returns in 2015 were 9%, placing it sixth in the world

2. Jordan

Jordan is ranked first in the Global Property Guide’s listings for both “long-term investment rating” and annual gross rental property returns

The nation’s gross rental yield of 10.65 % is the highest in the world

The fact that rent is paid one year in advance makes being a landlord much simpler and less stressful, yet property values are still modest

Jordan is one of the most stable nations in the region and makes for a good international base because it is located where Europe, Asia, and Africa intersect

In comparison to many other nations that are more well-liked by expats, the country has considerably better talent, infrastructure, and favourable regulations if you’re interested in launching a business

3. Colombia

Colombia is a country that is vastly underappreciated but is growing in popularity for expats and investments

After Chile, Colombia has the second-freest economy in South America, and it is a growingly popular travel destination for Americans

Although Colombian real estate may currently be undervalued, this won’t last long and Colombia offers a fantastic second passport program for property investors.

Depending on where you are in the nation, the rental property yields in Colombia range from 6.5 % to 9.6 %

4. Georgia

Georgia is a little-known nation that attracts people for a variety of reasons, the most notable of which is that it has one of the most pro-business economies in the entire globe

All types of real estate in Georgia are open to foreign investment, with the exception of those having an agricultural deed

In the country, buildings and land are incredibly affordable

Using a little imagination when marketing your Georgia rental property could generate astronomical profits.

5. Moldova

Moldova, the poorest nation in Europe, is the kind of location that foreign investors frequently pass over

This is a grave error because the typical rental yields for medium-sized flats in Chisinau, the country’s capital, may reach 13%. In several instances, the percentages reach 20%

Moldova is unquestionably a location to look at if you’re exploring other possibilities in Eastern Europe because the nation is pretty stable

Renting out an apartment in Moldova might very well result in a huge reward for someone willing to invest in offshore property in a less traditional location

REFERENCE:

https://nomadcapitalist.com/finance/investing/5-best-countries-for-property-rental-yields/

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