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I GOT A FUCKING RAISE THE POTATO WORKED WTF
This potato works. Every. Fucking. Time.
I would enjoy some good luck from the potato.
I need some luck right now, so all hail the Lucky Potato. Do your magic, Potato. I respect you so much I am capitalizing the "P" in Potato.
Oddly specific. Got a deposit for 6,837 today
fuck it, i never ever do those “reblog for X, this one really works!” posts, but this one doesn’t have any of that BS, this is just straight up wishing us good things; and then the comment doesn’t even say any of that either. Zero claims on this post, all positive vibes
May you end this week feeling ever more certain of a future you’ll love
Happiness Will Come To You.
when tho
When You Least Expect It. Probably Late March
reblog for happiness to come for you in late march!
I reblogged this last year and I hung out with blink-182 backstage on March 30. Reblogging again because it worked the first time.
honestly, last year one of the best days of my life happened in late March
Please reblog if you vote, to spread this around the fandom. Put the reasoning behind your vote in reblog text or tags, and have fun!
You can also check the Masterpost for links to every poll and updates as the tournament progresses!
Now, obviously Rincewind is no match for Angua physically, but I think we can all agree that the correct storyline for him being in a tournament would be to accidentally win while attempting to get himself disqualified
I GOT A FUCKING RAISE THE POTATO WORKED WTF
Fuck I’m at a fencing tournament and literally a minute after I reblogged this my dad told me that he talked to the point people and I’m probably going to win a medal.
BURN BAGEL BURN
OH WHY NOT?
I need to follow up to say I reblogged this last night, and this morning I got some of the best news of my life, like, a life dream come true news thing.
Bagel what are your powers
FUCK, I though it was just another lucky meme but LISTEN. Since a week ago I was waiting a phone call to confirm me if I got a job or not in my university. I reblogged this yesterday’s night “just for fun and because I don’t want any bagel to be mad with me”, and today’s afternoon, while I was losing my time as always, the professor I was supposed to work with called me and asked me for my personal information to start working with her.
THE BAGEL POWERS ARE WAY TOO MUCH FOR THIS WORLD
I GOT A JOB THE DAY AFTER MY QUEUE POSTED THIS THE FIRST TIME AND I JUST REALIZED IT WHEN I SAW IT AGAIN HOLY GOD
The bagel hasn’t let me down yet!
I got a job offer after reblogging the bagel. Believe in the bagel!
Worth a try lol
i could use some good news or even a good girl
Go lil bagle! Show me your power!
Okii then!
THIS IS THE FIRST THING ON MY BLOG
I GOT ASKED OUT FOR THE FIRST TIME AFTER I REBLOGGED IT
Reblog for unexpected $$$ dropping into your Bank account.
Oddly specific. Got a deposit for 6,837 today
I wish
I just watched a video on jazz in children's media in the 80s and 90s and realized that not everyone has seen the most influential song of my entire life
Reminder for the 2022 midterms on Tuesday, November 8th:
The current system currently has more force than those who oppose the system–we should use what little share of the power is allotted to us to hold it accountable.
[image description: A pale, impeccably dressed figure stands before the stone arch of a fallen castle. Her hair is pale as the rest of her and cut very short. She holds the top of a cane in one gloved hand, and raises a goblet in the other. The goblet, her ruby stickpin, eyes, and lips glow red in the viridian twilight. Text reads, “154, Carmilla ~ Small God of Vampirism”]
There’s no single way to be a vampire. If you’ve met one vampire, you’ve met one vampire, and even those who have walked the night for centuries won’t pretend to have met them all. There are vampires in the classic mode, suave sanguivores who only come out after the sun goes down, who sing to the wolves and transform themselves into flocks of leather-winged bats. There are vampires who reach into the minds of their targets—their prey, if you will—and twist them until all they see is what the vampire wants them to see, all they know is what the vampire wants them to know. There are vampires who feed solely on the blood of virgins, of infants, of the dying, and vampires who only consume menstrual blood. And all of them are vampires. In death, they have found community more complete than any they had known in life. In death, they have found acceptance. And in Carmilla’s case, in death, they have found a lot of lesbians. Lesbians, she must say, like hot dead chicks who smell like roses instead of rot, and have agency and wit and functional credit cards. Maybe everyone likes that. The occasional bisexual who has followed her back to her boudoir definitely seemed to enjoy her presence, and when they get down on their knees to worship her, as befits a god, she worships them in answer, as befits a lover. Divinity was a bit of a shock, she must admit. Everyone assumed that when the world finally manifested a small god of vampirism, old Vlad would take the shiny trophy and the rest of the undead would be left to do his bidding. Carmilla hated the idea of doing Vlad’s bidding, the old creep. She just wants wine and roses and beautiful women, and none of this world conquest or inappropriate luring of strangers. But here she is, and this is her world, and her night, and all the children of that night are her children. What beautiful music they make. What beautiful music indeed.
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Fuck I’m at a fencing tournament and literally a minute after I reblogged this my dad told me that he talked to the point people and I’m probably going to win a medal.
BURN BAGEL BURN
OH WHY NOT?
I need to follow up to say I reblogged this last night, and this morning I got some of the best news of my life, like, a life dream come true news thing.
Bagel what are your powers
FUCK, I though it was just another lucky meme but LISTEN. Since a week ago I was waiting a phone call to confirm me if I got a job or not in my university. I reblogged this yesterday’s night “just for fun and because I don’t want any bagel to be mad with me”, and today’s afternoon, while I was losing my time as always, the professor I was supposed to work with called me and asked me for my personal information to start working with her.
THE BAGEL POWERS ARE WAY TOO MUCH FOR THIS WORLD
I GOT A JOB THE DAY AFTER MY QUEUE POSTED THIS THE FIRST TIME AND I JUST REALIZED IT WHEN I SAW IT AGAIN HOLY GOD
The bagel hasn’t let me down yet!
I got a job offer after reblogging the bagel. Believe in the bagel!
Worth a try lol
i could use some good news or even a good girl
Go lil bagle! Show me your power!
Okii then!
THIS IS THE FIRST THING ON MY BLOG
I GOT ASKED OUT FOR THE FIRST TIME AFTER I REBLOGGED IT
In case you were wondering what Republicans have been up to since losing the 2020 election, it’s doubling down on voter suppression - a blatant attempt to lock in minority rule and ensure that they never lose again, even though their party and positions are getting less and less popular.
Experts predict that Republicans could take back the House in 2022 through gerrymandering alone. That has dire implications - with the House, they could unjustly impeach Joe Biden and prevent any progressive legislation from passing, among other things. In the nightmare scenario where they win back both the House and Senate, our democracy is effectively over. Not being dramatic. Republicans are openly opposed to majority rule and fair elections. They will not make the mistake of allowing everyone a free and fair election ever again if they regain power.
So what do we do?
Next:
- Fight like hell to keep the House and Senate in 2022,
- Support abolishing the filibuster so Democrats can pass bills to protect voting rights, and
- Organize and volunteer.
I’m all in on our current fights - passing the $15 minimum wage and ending the filibuster - but don’t lose sight of the fact that we can’t even have those fights if Republicans get their way.
Voting rights must be our top priority in 2022 and beyond.
Happiness Will Come To You.
when tho
When You Least Expect It. Probably Late March
reblog for happiness to come for you in late march!
I reblogged this last year and I hung out with blink-182 backstage on March 30. Reblogging again because it worked the first time.
honestly, last year one of the best days of my life happened in late March
Hey, I’ll give it a shot!
Getting friends in to musicals is hard because when they ask what it’s about you have to be like “15 year olds having sex” or “a plant from outer space that takes over the world” or “teenagers killing people for fun” or “Alexander Hamilton”
“7 minorities deal with crushing poverty and the looming specter of death by being a dick to their landlord”
“Sesame Street, but like… for adults”
“This one time in the 1830s a bunch of college students decided to fight the entire French government and…it didn’t go very well.”
“Argentinian gold digger teaches her country the joys of fascism.”
“Disfigured guy in the friendzone thinks his student owes him a relationship for teaching her how to sing.”
“Woman who sucks at being a nun becomes a homewrecker, flees from the Nazis with new family.”
“presidential assassins”
“The ridiculously complicated love lives of anthropomorphic trains.”
The Newsboys’ Strike of 1899.
The secret life of cats
A factory that makes shoes, for drag queens.
A dance audition where whoever has the best childhood trauma story gets a speaking role.
Organ repossession
Jesus’ Crucifixion, set to funky rock
The first two Evil Dead movies condensed into one coherent plot and you’re the one who gets sprayed in blood.
So there are these monks…
So these two guys are writing a musical and get two of their friends to take part in it…
Ok, so like everything above, and a lot of Shakespeare jokes, mashed together.
Hey kids, let’s put on a show in a barn
All the people who have ever tried to kill a President of the United States hanging out together.
Somehow a love triangle is more important than the entire French Revolution.
A hard-boiled crime novelist invents a really incompetent detective and then they yell at each other
Teen girl in the Wild West shoots lots of guns
Class differences in the colonial Caribbean leads to a girl turning into a tree
Jesus and friends set to lighter funky rock
An Aristophanes comedy but with references to the Bush administrations’ lies about the Iraq war
a con man successfully swindles an entire town out of their money for weeks and does not experience a single consequence
Some of my favorites:
Preislamic iraqi prince falls in love with a conman’s daughter because he likes shiny objects, this leads to a major political figure being drowned at a party.
Shakespeare, but with a lot of secret gay pining songs thrown in.
Vanilla kids accidentally crash a BDSM party
The entire works of the Grimm Brothers, happening at the same time.
Lovestruck idiots on a boat
Conman thinks he can scam a librarian. Failing that, he attempts to teach Iowans music.
…and that’s not even getting into the stuff that’s actually for kids, which is even weirder.
Two entrepreneurs strike up a successful business partnership.
I need this.
Reblogged last year, hoping it comes this year
Amazon Quartet & Amazon Trio
“You need to believe in things that aren’t true. How else can they become” - Hogfather, Terry Pratchett
it’s seasonal lads
IT’S SEASONAL AGAIN LADS
‘Tis the season so I’ll reblog my absolute favorite Terry Pratchett quote ever
Happy holidays folks
welp
Sir Pratchett was truly a great writer, R.I.P. Shall always remain my favourite!
I first watched the Hogfather adaptation worried that the script would leave this exchange out, when it’s the entire point of the book.
A half mermaid, the only sign of your heritage manifests in your adulthood, and its the rarest trait of all, at that. Your tears turn into pearls. This changes everything. You quit your job at the local fast food chain.
“Clearly, I’m not paying for this slop.” The customer’s been holding up the line for the last five minutes, her “too-cold” fish and chips actually getting colder by the moment. “I want to speak to your manager.” “Ma’am, they’re on their way over, if you could just step aside-“ “NO!” She slams her hand down on the counter, knocking over someone’s giant drink. Soda and ice fly everywhere. “Now look what you made me do, you stupid girl.” I duck down behind the counter to look for the paper towels. “Do you know who I am? I was top of my class at Notre Dame AND-“ I start tuning her out, but it’s too late. “Hey.” Allie ducks down next to me. “You need five minutes? Greg’s on his way over to deal with this.” “Yeah,” I whisper, trying to hold back any emotion. She nods and stands back up. “I’m so sorry about that, ma’am, oh here’s the manager now-“ I stand back up and pass the towels over to Allie, not making eye contact as I head back to the kitchen. I can feel tears forming but I can’t cry now, not while I’m still in the building not while everyone’s looking. I burst out into the back alley and take a deep breath. “Damn it.” That lady wasn’t the first person to scream at me today. Probably not going to be the last. Another deep breath. “Get it together.” “Stupid, lazy, worthless, dropout” keep swirling around in my brain though. I try to take another deep breath but all that comes out is a sob. They don’t know a thing about me and yet all I ever hear is what they think after shouting orders at me for thirty seconds. People see the uniform, and suddenly you’re a high school dropout too dumb to understand what no tartar sauce means or what the hell sales tax is. “They’re just tourist people,” Greg said to me once, “We need their business, and most of them don’t really remember us anyway.” I squat down and just start crying. Better to let it out now and then suffer through the next five hours barely holding it in. This job is barely tolerable, but I can’t just up and quit it, because I don’t have anything- Something hits the ground. I open my eyes, wiping away so I can see better. Little misshapen white balls sprinkle the broken asphalt, their surfaces gleaming in the noon sun. “Shit.” I pick one up and inspect it. “Shit!” No. No no no no this cannot be happening right now. I scramble, picking up as many as I can. The back door flies open. “Kate? You okay?” Allie walks up to me, just as I shove my hands in my pockets. “Yeah,” I say. I wipe my face off with my shirt collar. “Yeah. Hey um. Can you tell Greg I’m not doing okay? And I had to go home?” Allie stops digging for her cigarettes and stares at me. “You sure you’re okay?” “Yeah. Cramps. PMS. It’s super-bad.” She shrugs. “Yeah, whatever. Cole’s back by the time box, I can cover for you.” “Thanks.” By the time I make it home, Dad’s boat is already docked up for the day. I walk into our small cramped house, him standing at the kitchen counter and cleaning tonight’s dinner. “Katie? Everything okay sweetheart?” I collapse into the kitchen chair and pull out what I grabbed from the alley. The pearls scatter over the table top. “Daddy, it happened,” I say, and start sobbing again. More pearls start falling, clattering on the tiles. Dad walks over and holds me tight. “It’s okay,” he says, “it’s okay. We need to get your mother.” ****************** Families like ours aren’t forbidden, but they’re still so rare that no one outside of the seas have really admitted to them. “It was easier in the older days,” Mom used to tell me, “More men at sea meant that parentage wasn’t quite an issue, and children like you ended up in foundling homes.” She likes to joke that she and Dad met the “old-fashioned” way, with her playing a damsel and him, the hapless fisherman who just “happened” to find her stranded in the middle of the sea. “The clan wasn’t really for killing sailors, but I wanted to get a good look at him. Also, he stole my dinner from me, which I gave him an earful about.” “I pull up the most beautiful woman from the sea and she starts yelling at me about fish,” Dad said, “There were worse ways that could have gone.”
