30 cents on the dollar

Oooooooohhhh, a customer made me SO MAD today. I’ve never felt so angry at one single stranger in my life but this person took the fucking cake.

Like, angry customers, dumb people, I can handle. People who treat me like shit, I don’t like that but it makes me sad more than angry. This dude didn’t even say anything directed at ME, and I feel like I’m ready to punch a wall.

This customer was standing behind a pair of girls who were buying some snacks and paying with pocket change. No big deal. I’ve done it too. Not even a lot of pocket change either, just the 30-something cents they owed in addition to their dollar amount. Once they went on their way, this man approached me and, before I could even start scanning his items, leaned in and whispered to me,
“Do you think that girl was mentally challenged?”

I asked him what he meant and he defended, saying “Well, it’s just, I’ve never seen someone count their change so SLOW before. She seemed to be having a hard time with her change, I think she might have been, you know….” and he made a vague gesture towards his head.

I don’t know why this upset me so much, or why I’m still so angry about it. Maybe it’s the condescending way he put it, like this person counting out their change was SUCH an inconvenience to him. And since when is counting one’s change grounds for being labeled as “mentally challenged”???? Are you kidding me???? Are you seriously comparing a person who counted their change a little too slow for your liking to someone with a mental disability????? Are you even a human being or are you just walking refuse? Like, even if you were right and that person just HAPPENED to be mentally disabled in some way, how dare you look down on her and judge her for something as stupidly insignificant as COUNTING HER CHANGE TOO SLOW!

Anyways, fuck that guy all the way to oblivion. Ignorance like that just…. REALLY gets my goat.

Everything Will Be Alright Kit Walker x Reader

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Description: You and Kit are married and this is the story of how this whole situation where Kit is placed in Briarcliff. This story was created without the whole alien thing. Please let me know if you want me to make a part two! Enjoy!

          It was the year 1964 and my whole world was crashing down. Kit, my wonderful husband, was being charged for the ‘Bloody Face’ murders. I couldn’t believe this, what evidence did they have? Today is when they take him and I can’t handle it. I love him more than anything. 


           Kit was out working and I was getting the table set up for dinner. I was exceptionally happy and decided to dress up and clean some stuff so Kit didn’t worry about it. It was a good ten minutes before I saw truck headlights shine through the windows. You didn’t know who it was so you were a little agitated and decided to look through the blinds. To your relief it was Kit. You were as happy as you can be, now knowing that your sweetheart was home safely. You heard the car door slam and so you decided to start placing the silverware and the napkins down. You heard Kit’s key jingle and started to chuckle when you heard him dropping his keys and letting out a whisper of a curse word. You decided to look in the mirror on the wall to adjust everything and then opened the door. When you opened the door you saw Kit looking through the screen door. 

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 He looked up and smiled at you. You looked at him and said 

“Would you like to come in or should I go get my husband to escort you off the property?”

“Oh, I’m sorry this must be the wrong house but I don’t think so because I was supposed to meet a really hot babe and you look like you fit the criteria.” He said playfully.

“Oh, really I do huh?” You said encouraging him.

“Oh yeah! I think you actually broke the system of hotness. Wait you said you had a husband? Oh yeah, I don’t really do the whole sharing thing so I think I’ll just leave. Have a good night,” he leaned in closer and said, “and tell me when your husband is gone then I’ll come on by.” He winked and slowly started to walk away but before he could escape you came rushing out and grabbed his arm. To your surprise he grabbed your wrist and twirled you around bringing you close. Since he so quickly displayed this form of affection you stumbled and to keep you up right, you put your hands on his chest. 

“KIt! Just come in already I miss you like crazy all day and I need you to come inside now!”

“Okay, Mrs. Walker but what do I get in return?”

“You get a hot pipping plate of (Your Favorite Food and Side Dish) for dinner!”

“Ooh yum! I’ll be in real quick I just got to lock the truck up.”

“Okay, just don’t keep me waiting or I’ll start eating without you.”

Off you went to place the food on the plates. Kit came in a few seconds later after you got the food on the plate and pulled out your chair, man what a gentleman! 

“Why thank you sir!”

“No problem.” After you scooted your chair in you realized that he hadn’t gone away from the side of you.

“Kit what are you do–.” You were cut off by Kit kissing you and taking your breath away, like always. It was a short but passionate kiss because when we needed to breathe he realized that food had still been untouched and he rushed to the other side of you and plopped down.

“So honey how was your day? I want to know all the details!” Kit took a deep breathe in and gazed deep into your eyes. You could tell that he was immediately saddened by it and you smile turned into a frown.

“Well sweetheart there was this family that came in to refill their gas tank and you know they have these two little cute kids playing in the back and as I was finishing filling his tank I said ‘That’ll be three dollars even.’ and the man says ‘30 cents a gallon. You think because you’re out here in the toolies you can gouge people?’ I was just amazed that this guy would assume that I would rig it so it meant more money that I earned and more money he lost. I mean I know I shouldn’t get worked up but it just bothered me.” You reach over the table and grab his hand rubbing your thumb around the back of his hand. “You know I politley tell him ‘I don’t set the prices sir.’ because I don’t our government does. Then he asks ‘The kids get a coloring book?’ and I respond ‘Yeah, that’d be Texaco.’ then the wife says that she just wants to go home. Then the next thing that he did which ticked me off was that he just threw the three dollars out the window! I was so mad because you would think that he would have more respect for me considering its nine o’clock at night where I should be here with you!”

“Aww Kit, I am so sorry you had a bad night. I wish I could erase that from your mind.”

“Well you could,”Kit got up from his chair and approached you and took your hand, “if you come and dance with me.”

“I think that is a marvelous idea. Just let me get this mess cleaned up and then I’ll turn on the radio and we will dance.” 

“Noo. Leave those dishes for later, lets dance now.” Kit took both of your hands and started to walk backwards to the big open space in our living room. He pulled me close to him and put his hands on my waist and I put mine around his neck. He brought us closer together and started to kiss me. We broke apart and just looked into each others eyes swaying sharing a kiss inbetween. 

    It was a good thirty minutes of us just swaying. We stopped dancingn when I yawned and Kit picked me up bridal style and walked over to our shared bedroom and dropped me on the bed. He crawled on top of em and started kissing me.

“Kit not tonight I am way to tired.”

“Okay you just stay here while I go clean up the mess on the dinner table.”

“Okay, I love you so very much.” You put your hand behind his neck and he leaned his head closer to you and shared a very passionate kiss. 

“I love you too.” Kit got off of me and pulled the covers over me. When he was done ‘tucking me in’ he walked away and shut of the lights giving me a wink. I slowly fell asleep. If I had known what would of happened the next day even sooner I would have spent the whole night staying up and talking with Kit. 


        It all came too soon for you even to adjust to this news. You wake up with someone pounding on the door and Kit unravels from you and gets pants on to open the door.

“Stay here (Y/N)!” Kit whispers harshly. I do what he asks not wanting him to get mad. I still get up and quietly go to the door frame of our room to see who is pounding on the door. 

“COMING!” Kit yells. He opens the door and is met with four police officers staring at him. The next thing that happens is too quick. They kindly asked if he was Kit Walker and of course Kit says yes, the next thing I see is Kit on the ground with two police officers on top of him, restraining him. I quickly grab my robe and rush over to where Kit is.

“What is going on?” You ask the police officers.

“What’s going on is that Kit Walker has been charged with four counts of murder of four different woman.”

“WHAT?!? I am sorry sir but I believe you have the wrong man! I know my husband and I know he could never kill somebody!”

“I am sorry m’am but maybe you don’t know your husband as well as you thought.”

“I know my husband well enough to know he wouldn’t do something like this! Officers I am telling you have the wrong man, Kit is innocent. Anyways, what evidence do you have?!”

“We have several sources saying he was seen carrying dead bodies from his work site at the gas station.”

“And by whom may I ask said these obviously false things about my husband?!”

“M’am I am sorry but they wish to be kept anonymous during this investigation.” I was completley shocked and bewildered. I backed up and leaned on the kitchen counter to keep stabled. All the emotions just came spilling out and before I knew it I was sobbing like crazy, my head in my hands. I looked up when I started to hear Kit get up and rushed over to me before the officers could take him down again. He held me tight, kept me warm and kept me safe for the time being. I eventually stopped crying and looked into his eyes. I got on my tippy toes and kissed him for as long as I could. The officers pulled him away from me and I started crying even more knowing that he could possibly get the chair. They carried him out to the police car and I followed them fighting the other officers to get away from him. When they got him into the back of the police car, the police officer who I spoke to earlier approached me.

“What is going to happen to him?” I softly say because my voice is hoarse from so much crying. 

“We are going to take him to court and they will decide if he gets the chair or if he is crazy and take to Briarcliff Manor.” Just thinking about him getting the chair makes me cry even louder and harder. I ask them if I could have a moment with my husband alone and they said I could. I crawled into the back of the police car and shut the police door so I would definitley know I had privacy. I hugged him and he just leaned in considering he was in cuffs. I slowly pulled away and whispered in his ears what the police officer told me about what was going to happen to him.

“You need to convince the jury that you are crazy so that you don’t get the chair. You need to guarentee that you will be placed in Briarcliff.” I said.

“I don’t know if I can. I can’t fake crazy it’s just too hard.”

“Baby, you need to do it say you saw aliens trying to take you away from me, convince them that you saw aliens. Please, for me.”

“I’ll do it just for you.” I grabbed his face and pulled him in and our lips touching. It wasn’t long until after the police tapped on the glass and said “Time’s up.” I unraveled myself from his arms and slowly got out of the car. I just had enough time to roll down the backseat window so I could say goodbye to him. The police officers got into the car and started the car.

“Goodbye baby! I love you so very much!” I said with all my emotions comming out and me sobbing.

“Goodbye sweetheart! I love you too!” Kit said blowing me a kiss. The police officer rolled up the window and I just collapsed, falling to the dirt ground and my body shaking with sobs. I saw the car slowly drive off down the driveway and Kit looking back at me mouthing ‘Its going to be okay.’ I looked down and countinued to sob more. I finally got the stamina to get up and walk inside. The day went on of just me looking through our scrapbooks and me crying. It was around midnight when I decided to go to sleep so I took one of Kit’s shirt and put it on. I pulled the shirt closer to me and taking in the smell of his cologne. I cried myself to sleep and had the worst night of my life.


          I woke up at nine in the morning and got a glass of coffee and sat at the table gloomingly looking out the window. An hour had passed and a knock at the door startled me. It was the mailman and he gave me a telegram saying that Kit’s court was happening today at noon and that a police car was coming to escort me at eleven. I looked at the clock and it was ten o’clock. I walked over to the bathroom and got ready. In fourty minutes I was all ready to go to his court. Fifteen minutes passed by and the doorbell rang. I got up from the couch and walked to the door opening it up to the police man who came to escort me to the hearing. He opened the car door and I climbed in. I didn’t speak the whole ride, I just looked out the window. The police officer opened my door and escorted me inside where I could talk with Kit for twenty minutes before this whole thing happened. 

           The officer brought me to a room and said that I could go right in and said that Kit is in their with two police officers but they will later leave once you are situated. I walked in and saw Kit sitting in a chair in a straight jacket with a cut on his lip. He looked up surprised to see me.

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I ran over to him and engulfed him into a hug. He did his best to try to hug me considering he was in a straight jacket. The two officers left leaving me and Kit alone.

“They told me that there is no recording so you can say whatever you want.” Kit said.

“Okay. Kit please do what I told you yesterday. I don’t want you on that electric chair and me sitting behing a glass window doing nothing to stop you from escaping. I love you very much and I want to grow old with you! I don’t want you to be killed by something you didn’t do!”

“I know baby! I want that too so much! I don’t want to die and I don’t want you to see me like that. I love you too!” I grabbed his face and kissed him deeply. I just held him until the officers said it was time for his hearing. I whispered in his ear the plan about the aliens before they took me away from him.

They took me to my sit which was in the front row so I could see everything. It was a good five minutes before they brought Kit in a wheelchair. They placed him in a seat at a table. His lawyer was present and knew what to do to ensure that Kit wouldn’t get the chair. The judge took Kit and talked to him and asked him to tell us his story and he did, playing the crazy card perfectly. He shaked, twitched his eye and leaned back and forth during the whole hearing. 

      It was now time to hear Kit’s sentence and I prayed that it was to be enrolled at Briarcliff. 

“Now the case about Kit Walker and whether he should get the chair or be placed at Briarcliff has been decided and the jury decides that Mr. Kit Walker is criminally insane and that he should be immediatley placed into Briarcliff where he will be seen by a physicatrist and then he will give us the final verdict.” The judge declared.

I was so happy that he wouldn’t get the chair and that I could try and get him out of Briarcliff. I started to cry because Kit would still have to be away and in that horrible place. The officers escorted me down to him where he was placed in a van and driven to Briarcliff. They told me that I could be driven and see him be placed there and I said yes. 

     We arrived at Briarcliff and I ran out of the car and ran to the officers who were pulling Kit out.

They pulled me away from him and I watched them taking him in and he stared at me and mouthed ‘I love you.’

“KIT I’M GOING TO GET YOU OUT OF THIS PLACE!!! I PROMISE! I LOVE YOU VERY MUCH!” I screamed as they held me tight. 

After Kit was emitted into the asylum a lady who’s name was Lana Winters came over to me and started to ask me questions.

“When did you know Kit was crazy? Were scared that he could kill you? Why do you think he did this?” All this questions being thrown at me made me mad, espically because they thought everything was true.

“My Kit isn’t crazy, I was never scared because he didn’t commit these murders, and finally he didn’t do this because if he did I would be dead too. Those are my answers to your questions now please leave me be, I just lost my husband.”

I walked to the car and they drove me home. I don’t know what the next year will have in store for me but I know that it will suck without him.

anonymous asked:

Idk if you can tell or not, but those are incredibly expensive commissions. Even at just 3 cents a word, 1000 words cost 30 dollars! That's quite a lot. Idk just my opinion I guess

30 dollars for what could be 2 or more hours work (depends on the work) seems fair to me.

I might drop the price later.

anonymous asked:

"Beleth zine where the artists got paid 20$ to contribute, and the zine was then sold for half that a piece?" I feel like I'm missing something, cause paying artists $20 to provide their work, then selling the zine for $10 a piece doesn't seem like a bad thing? Or are you saying collectively, the artists got $20? So like if there was 10 artists, they were only paid $2 each?

…..I’m going to give you the benefit of the doubt and assume you have no fucking clue how much work goes into contributing a full colored illustration for publishing.

20$ for a full colored image for publishing is SEVERELY underpaid.

We’re talking 6 hours of work, minimum (usually more) for the work put into it. You think being paid 3 dollars and 30 cents an hour is acceptable? That’s not even counting the royalties or usage rights.

Typically, Zines are free or really cheap and limited. If there is a price, it’s usually just to cover printing costs. It’s a just for fun thing, so it’s okay for artists to not be paid much, but Glip is selling this zine, for a profit. There is no free pdf download. This wasn’t a ~just for fun~ fan project. It’s a product, for their franchise, that they are still selling.

For comparison sake. Glip used to sell 20+$ sketch book doodle page commissions that weren’t being turned around and sold. And industry standard for a small illustration in a book is 250$-500$, industry standard for a full page illustration is 1000$ - 1500$

Altar Setup

A Witch’s altar is the most sacred spot in the home. By setting up an altar you invite positive energy in depending on what you place on it and you connect yourself to your deities. 


  • Compass (only to find 4 corners, you don’t need to leave it on there, unless you want to)
  • Altar cloth
  • Black God candle
  • White Goddess candle
  • Something to symbolize the God 
  • Something to symbolize the Goddess
  • Something to symbolize your patron God and Goddess (if applicable)
  • Something to symbolize the Earth element (North)
  • Something to symbolize the Water element (West) 
  • Something to symbolize the Fire element (South)
  • Something to symbolize the Air element (East) 
  • Incense burner
  • Water
  • Sea salt
  • Offering dish
  • Offerings to put in the dish
  • Athame
  • Pentacle
  • Chalice
  • Wand
  • Bell
  • Book of Shadows
  • Candle snuffer
  • Assorted stones, crystals, and other found keepsakes a witch would like to keep with them.

This is a daunting list, trust me I know. When I first started out, this was the list I made before I told myself my altar would be complete. What I didn’t realize is that my altar would grow with me. Wicca is all about study and practice. The altar space reflects how far you’ve come. Don’t worry if you only have 2 or 3 things on this list or even none. 

This image was a good start for me. It showed me a general placement of things and what is suggested. This one as well:

Tips and Tricks:

  • Cleanse and charge all materials before placing them on your altar
  • Never leave fire unattended
  • The elemental symbols can be as simple as a seashell for water or a feather for air
  • Try to not buy basic materials from witch shops or specialties stores. You will soon realize that dollar stores, craft stores, and thrift shops are you best friend for simple items. I mean, 99 cents for 30 tea lights and a seashell jar? Thank you Dollar Tree.
  • During each change of the season bring in something from outside to represent it. Keep your altar moving constantly through different Esbats, Sabbats, and seasons.
  • Don’t worry about not having everything at once. Set up your altar as soon as possible so you can start working with it and getting familiar with it. 
  • Have fun with you altar. Do you like monster trucks or dragons? Put them on your altar. This is your space; make it so. It doesn’t matter if you want to use a Barbie for your Goddess symbol or a dancing Groot for your Earth symbol. Let your altar become an extension of you and your craft.

If you have any questions about your altar space feel free to let me know!


Hillary’s speech was like watching the moon landing. I don’t remember anyone ever telling me that a woman could never be president. But that’s how deeply sexism and “less-than” are woven into American culture. My culture. The understanding that women matter less, that we’re capable of less, and that all our achievements can be calculated in husbands, babies, hotness or bra size – it’s everywhere. It’s what we breathe.

And suddenly last night, right there on our screens: we breathed new air. I couldn’t know before I witnessed this moment of political theater, in which Clinton even quoted Hamilton, how the presence of a woman on stage would lift up a part of me that has always been downtrodden. Seeing this fellow woman, with whom I share the experience of surviving a culture, a government and an economy that treats women as 70 cents to a man’s dollar … it felt like something broken inside me spontaneously mended.


Men, you can’t know what it’s like to always navigate the world knowing that your ability to navigate the world means, in part, charming or pleasing or deferring to or avoiding sexual inappropriateness from men. The countless little invisible slights, the horrible attacks, the 30 cents missing from every earned dollar. We all know about all of that, not that the world cares, but Thursday night a spotlight shone on something so powerful that it was invisible. The understanding that only men are American presidents. Perhaps no longer.


Hillary Clinton’s speech was a powerful, primal first – and it blew me away.

My friend, Xeni, wrote a column that clearly and powerfully explains what Hillary Clinton’s nomination means for a lot of women, including women like her who didn’t expect to feel this way.


Photos by Oleg Stelmach aka Elektraua | My Tumblr Blog |

Infrared Photography shots of Kiev. If you are a techoengineer (not a person who engineers techno music xD, but that maybe is just called an engineer???…I dunno this is way too long too be in a parentheses I’m so sorry I probably should stop typing!) I will give you my money personally if you could make glasses that let you see things this way. Like seriously I would give you all my money which is a net worth of 30 dollars and 6 cents.

Straight White Boy Problem #138

guys keep mental notes of how much you owe them so well im guilty of this too. you want a dollar for chips? sure here you go. you need 25 cents for gatorade? ok thats fine. next thing you know BAM you owe me 30 dollars and 87 cents. its ok though you can pay me back eventually

Lets Celebrate The Equal Pay Act’s Birthday This Year

Not many people may know, but The Equal Pay Act was signed into law by President John F. Kennedy on June 10th 1963. However, it seems like a lot of people nowadays still believe that women earn less than men. What’s the percentage at? 20%? 30%? .77 cents to a Mans Dollar? I’m not so sure myself either!

So as a way to teach the world about this act. I am suggesting to everyone on June 10th of this year to help me celebrate it’s birthday! To write something about it! Anything at all with #HappyBirthdayEqualPay or #HappyBdayEqualPay. Anyone and everyone is welcome to join in and celebrate, this year lets share the knowledge with everyone! As everyone has said “Knowledge is Power!”.

Also tag a few people you know that may in fact be interested!

@cheshireinthemiddle @revenge-of-logic @ranting-anti-sjw