Chromakaizen's Lounge
I enjoy a vast array of different fandoms like Supernatural, anything by Bioware, Batman, polar bears... You name it. I have it. Also, there may be some NSFW stuff here too. You are warned! <3
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Photo reblogged from Scribble-fox Poetry
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Photo reblogged from Glamaphonic
Good Morning…
MAKER.
Jin, he looks gorgeous!
(Source: brushfireartshenanigans)
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(pants)
“Is this your latest manifesto?”
“Something like that.” Anders said, Hawke coming to sit with him while they waited across from the corporate headquarters.
“You didn’t bring your bullhorn, you can’t shout it all, you’ll go hoarse.”
Anders grinned at him. “It’s not… a protest manifesto.” he handed it to man. “It’s… it’s for you.”
“…I will do the dishes. I will. I know that waiting on natural decomposition is not a good way to clean.”
Anders laughed and kissed his cheek. “I know. Read it.”
Hawke took the three page affair and smiled. “Oh… what is this? There are hearts on it.”
“It’s a love manifesto.”
“Oh, you’re going to take me down as an institution?”
Anders giggled. “I’ve got a ten step plan to make you love me forever. And I drew a chart.”
Hawke flipped a page and looked. “Oh, it’s my statistics…” he looked at Anders, his eyes twinkling. “Over the past three years it seems my affection output has been affecting your environment exponentially.”
“It has.”
“Oh, I don’t like this green line though, what’s this?”
“Ah…our cat to human…uh…numbers could be better.”
“Goodness man… we have three.”
Anders pointed, “If you’ll read the third paragraph, I explain how more cats will make us both happy… and lead to more sex.”
“Magic words.”
“Yes, there are a few mentions.”
Hawke looked at all the pages quickly. “But no diagrams.”
Anders giggled.
The rally would be in a few hours, but he wanted to come out here to one, notify the police they would be showing up and they did have permits to to keep their Temp asses away, and two, he wanted to sit and be with Hawke, alone… just the two of them and all the ignorant cogs in the wheels of the giant soulless corporations they worked for.
Hawke was reading in earnest and put his arm around him. “I love you.”
“And you must be on the paragraph where I strictly define love.”
Hawke pressed their foreheads together. “I don’t need a paper to tell me that. I know what love is.”
“…wish I had brought the bullhorn…maybe I could read this.”
“Mmm, maybe not, I spied the word penis in there somewhere.”
“More clinical than cock, still more giggle worthy than dick.”
Hawke kissed him again.
“YOU -STOP IT YOU TWO!”
Anders pulled away from the kiss to give someone a middle finger. “DOWN WITH HATE! DOWN WITH CORPORATE GREED!” he got up, Hawke puttin ghis face in his palm.
“YOUR SUIT IS MADE OF THE BLOOD AND TEARS OF SOUTH AMERICAN CHILDREN YOU PIG!” Anders held up his permit. “FREE LOVE AND FREEDOM FROM CORPORATE MURDERERS!”
The man grew frightened and ran off.
“THAT’S RIGHT, GET THE POLICE!”
Hawke smiled watching Anders shout at people in the street. Guess this protest had started early.
He folded the manifesto carefully, putting it inside his jacket. He’d take it to work with him tomorrow and have it framed and he’d give it back to Anders later for an anniversary present.
Watching him out there, on the street, the wind whipping his hair as expensive cars went by and office workers fled in and out of their building, filled him with a wonderful feeling.
Anders didn’t need a plan to get him, he’d successfully achieved ninety-nine percent of his demands simply by choosing to be with him.
“I LOVE WHAT YOU DO HERE! MURDERER!! JUSTICE, JUSTICE FOR EVERYONE!”
He’d better call the rest of their friends before Anders got written off as a lone crazy man again.
Jack that is adorable, I love Anders jumping up and yelling in the street lol’d so hard
FUCK DA POLICE
Excellent! I love it!