Praying that $1500 randomly comes to you when you need it the most this year.
Okay inflation is crazy.
We bumping up the price to $15,000 for 2026.

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Praying that $1500 randomly comes to you when you need it the most this year.
Okay inflation is crazy.
We bumping up the price to $15,000 for 2026.
Hell is a teenage girl
if youâre on tumblr and over the age of 24 it means the mental illness won
by talos this canât be happening is a mandela effect because the actual phrase is by the gods this canât be happening and iâve never heard anyone say the former in game
by talos this canât be happening
the phrase by talos this canât be happening is actually from a rupaul roleplay blog who left their husband in a cage with no food and water for a few weeks and the husband died sorry to be the spoil sport but it does have an origin and it is a very tumblr origin in nature
Hereâs the post theyâre referring to for context
Oh. Skyrim husband.
My dad has a massive vegetable garden and it is his life. Whenever I ask how things are going, he tells me about the garden. Periodically he will text me a picture of the things he's harvested and ask when I'm coming to pick them up. And for a while, the biggest bit of garden gossip has been his nemesis, the gopher. This gopher was consistently ruining his day by pilfering the best of everything just before my dad could harvest it. Anytime I talked to him, all he had to tell me about was "that damned gopher." He dreamt about killing the gopher, his truest enemy. He tried to train the dog to hunt the gopher, but the dog is a pacifist. He led some of the barn cats to the holes, but the barn cats have unionized and refused his offered rate. He then laid no-kill traps (can't risk having poison near the crops) with eventual gophercide in mind, but then suddenly he was faced with a cute and terrified animal and didn't have the heart. He released it. "He was so scared, he'll never come back." The gopher was back the next day, with a vengeance. That was some weeks ago. Today, my dad sent me pictures of his garden, and I saw a squash gently laid by the gopher's hole, like a package left on the doorstep. I said "Dad, what's that squash doing there by the gopher hole?" He said "Oh, he likes squash best." In an effort to appease the gopher, my father now gives him a little squash everyday, like leaving an offering for a garden spirit. This apparently works well as a compromise; the gopher has stopped stealing, content to have his meals delivered to his door.
Ran into my seventeen year old brother in the kitchen at 1am last night and when I asked him what he was doing he just shrugged, said âthese are my roaming hours,â and walked off strumming vaguely on his guitar
I just found someone sharing this on twitter, so sorry that I donât have the link but omg
Girlboss over here gaslighting the gatekeepers.
*baps you with my paws* *baps you with my paws* *baps you with my paws* *baps you with my paws* *baps you with my paws* *baps you with my paws* *baps you with my paws* *baps you with my paws* *baps you with my paws* *baps you with my paws* *baps you with my paws* *baps you with my paws* *baps you with my paws* *baps you with my paws*
The worst part about writing fantasy is being keenly aware that youâre writing fantasy, which means that you always have to straddle a thin three-way line between anachronism, cliche, and clunk.
Take money, for example. You canât just have people in a fictional fantasy world walk around using Euros. You consider something generic, like âsilver coins,â but before you know it your world starts sounding like a shitty ren faire.
So you think about the world youâve built and its needs and its history to come up with some unique and relevant terms. But if your terms are too unique and relevant you wind up writing âyarr, youâll be ransomed for a hundred Trade League Silver Gyrblonksâ and realize your worldbuilding is now getting in the way of basic readability.
âTheyâre using golden valley coins!â
âŠdidst thou mean dollars?
âNevermind. Theyâre using some basic silver coin and then enough gold to be worth ten silver coins is called a ten-pieceâ
âŠSi, si, el Peso!
Trying over, theyâre minted by the king so theyâre called crown coins, or, these days, abbreviated, theyâre just Crowns
Naturligvis, vi skifter Daler ud med Kroner!
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The Lesson Of The Day is that all the names are already claimed by IRL, and all the almost-good-names that you could invent to get around that were used by some SFF author in the seventies e.g. I bet you canât do Suns and Moons for your gold/silver coins, I bet some author did that already.
My fantasy nation uses solid gold coins marked by the dental impressions of the reigning king, as a sign of their purity and authenticity.
Theyâre called Bitcoins.
oh you can go the fuck to jail thatâs what you can do, where youâll be shackled to a chain gang hitting the blockchain with a pickaxe
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the funniest part of my appendix removal experience was being wheeled down to the operating room and as we were going my nerves were everywhere so i half-jokingly asked the nurse taking me if she still had her appendix bc i felt not normal for getting mine out on top of having the jitters about being cut open so i was trying to fill the silence and she just.. looked mildly offended while being like âuhhhh. yeah. of course i doâ likeâŠ. my bad i guess
of COURSE i still have my appendix.. what kind of loser idiot freak doesnât⊠now count backwards from ten
Potion of fucking idiot
his videos make me feel like I'm awake at 5 in the morning against my will and everyone else at the party is either unconscious or staring at the corner like the blair witch
Where's the lie?