but it must work

No... It really is YOUR fault

We don’t have the chip reader activated at the store where I work and we have a sign over the chip insert slot so that people don’t try and use it. We had a woman come in saying her debit card wasn’t working at the pump so I offered to do a prepay inside. We went through the whole transaction and at the end the system tells me her card has been rejected. When I inform her of this she tried to rip the sign off the insert slot and put her card in and when I told her the chip reader doesn’t work here she replied ‘well it MUST work because I have money!’ Okay, whatever. So I let her put her card in the slot and stand there like an idiot for a full minute before telling her that her card isn’t going to work because the chip reader isn’t activated - like I told her before. So she takes it out - and makes me go through the transaction motions 5 MORE TIMES before I finally tell her that her card is being declined from her BANK and not because of our system. She wasn’t real happy to hear that but it got her to finally leave and go solve the problem somewhere else.

anonymous asked:

It must be awesome to work in a museum!!


It is, and it isn’t at times haha. I work in the Museum primarily as their Graphic Designer and do a bit of work with Collections as well (i.e. handling and documenting artifacts, inventory, photo restoration, etc.).

I’m at least blessed with pretty cool coworkers!

Fun Fact: There was once a “Mrs. Yahweh” named Asherah. She was worshiped in the home by women mainly and was the centerpiece of a sex cult of fertility. She was cast out of Judaism in 650 BCE by the male priesthood but not for being female; rather, for being foreign. 

The Assyrian army was camped outside of the walls of Jerusalem and the priests were trying to garner favor from Yahweh. It must’ve worked because the Assyrians left. It didn’t work for long though because the Babylonians came later and finished the job destroying the fabled Temple of Solomon. 

Mrs. God

@mariarussell26 Yep, and we haven’t been active for nearly a year and a half! We have to also so water tests because we live rurally (which I guess makes sense because we could be active again at anytime?).

When my daughter was still in foster care we had three visits monthly – her social worker, our worker, and then when she was made a crown ward, we also had the adoption worker come. Her birth family also visited every other week.

Here we don’t have any of the crazy social worker drama that you all seem to have. All our workers have been consistent except for one retirement and even that was handled well with them visiting together for two visits before the retirement so we all knew each other and could update the new worker on the case.

Also to be a worker here you must have a Masters in social work. There is no way you would be hired otherwise. It also pays decently. I suspect this is why we have had a great experience?

Since we don’t actually have anything to update our worker with we talk just generally about our lives—her kids, crops (her husband farms and my husband works in the ag sector), my daughter usually wants to show her things etc. Really just a friendly visit.

@casa-la I really had no idea. I suspect so because of those social services? I looked up the statistics for Ontario (my province with a population of 13.6 million) and there are just over 2000 kids in care. I’m not really sure how that measures up to the US.

It does seem like there are many great services available. Apparently there were 121, 000 investigations in 2013 but in the vast number of cases the children were able to remain in the home with only 2000 brought into care. I know my daughter’s birth mom had a lot of support given to her and opportunities to seek help. With free access to health care and generous social assistance (although it could be better—the amount of money where I live would stretch further than it would in local cities) I do think that parents have a good opportunity to work to have their children back in their care.

Also, the social workers here generally really care about the families they work with. You can tell by every interaction you have with them and they way they talk about their families. I think having that kind of support is likely invaluable.

Another reason that I don’t think I’ll get a call soon is that I live rurally where people most often have strong family and community safety nets. I think the social workers are able to find kinship placements the vast majority of the time which is of course the best for the children! When I was taking the PRIDE course at least half the people in my class were kinship parents.

Just looked up my region and there were 257 children in care throughout the year and 62% were discharged within 1 year.  That’s a pretty good statistic I think. Not sure how it compares elsewhere though.

anonymous asked:

Bokuto husband headcanons

ayyy anon soRRY THIS TOOK FUCKING LONG JESUS. anyways, bless you?? you are a blessing?? you allowed me to write this so i feel so blessed?? thank you gah!! hope you like this!! 

-you sure this man is an adult??

im messing with you

-the sweetest and most romantic husband i have ever met jesus

-loves spoiling you

-loves it even more when you spoil him

-give him confirmation that he is the best husband and you love him with all your heart please

-loves taking you out on dinner dates

- if he decides to continue volleyball after graduation he would love for you to attend every single volleyball match

-this makes his energy level go up and feel like you’re there for him and only him which you are

-his after-work care is the best

-cuddles and kisses on the couch are the best

-just imagine those beefy biceps around your waist mcfrick frack

-forehead kissed before going to work are a must

-just a really sweet life in general


-fuck here we go

-bokuto is my husband and just me thinking about this makes me want to cry fuck

-he can go all night long

-okay imagine that stamina he has on the court

-and picture him with that amazing stamina with you in bed


-keep on telling him he’s good in bed i promise you, you will not regret

-rough as hell fucking shit

-when in bed with you he loves addressing you as his husband/wife (unless of course if you don’t want to use any ‘terms’ he definitely won’t make you uncomfortable)

-just really loves emphasising the fact that you are married to him

-keeps whispering into your ear how he is the luckiest man on earth while fucking you

oKAY IM DONE FORGIVE ME MY LORD I HAVE SINNED. holy shit i may have gone overboard with the nsfw there ahahah. anyways, hope you liked this anon!! i definitely enjoyed writing this huehuehue. aLSO my tumblr is a bit unpredictable?? so like a few days ago i was trying to post something?? TUMBLR FAILED ON ME AGAIN so yeah im sorry if my posting is irregular guys!!

Here are 350 million Europeans. They need so much bread, so much meat, wine, milk, eggs, and butter every year. They need so many houses, so much clothing. This is the minimum of their needs. Can they produce all this? and if they can, will there then be left sufficient leisure for art,science, and amusement? — in a word, for everything that is not comprised in the category of absolute necessities? If the answer is in the affirmative, — What hinders them going ahead? What must they do to remove obstacles? Is time needed? Let them take it! But let us not lose sight of the aim of production — the satisfaction of needs.

If the most imperious needs of man remain unsatisfied, what must he do to increase the productivity of his work? And is there no other cause? Might it not be that production, having lost sight of the needs of man, has strayed in an absolutely wrong direction, and that its organization is at fault? And as we can prove that such is the case, let us see how to reorganize production so as to really satisfy all needs.

—  The Conquest of Bread, Pëtr Kropotkin

Originally posted by magikasa

This morning when the smell of fresh poured coffee woke him up, he felt like something was off, it was like his own brain was sending him warning bells but he was too troubled to notice, he got up and took a shower, dresses and rushed to the door without a second glance at the girl that was waiting for him, his day was going ok he even let out a relieved sound escape from his lips when he managed to put the final touches on the new album, he even felt happy, Teddy hyung smirked at him.

“What?” he asked with a satisfied smirk on his lips

“Nothing, I just though you wouldn’t come today” he said making him frown, why wouldn’t he come today?  “Y/N must be an angel and truly understanding of you working on her birthday” he said with a smile “I called her wishing her happy birthday and send with Seungri my present” he said as an after tough, but he stopped listening, your birthday, today is your birthday and as he saw his watch it was already late your birthday was yesterday, his mind just froze, Teddy hyung voice was no longer in the back ground, he turn to look at him, teddy looked at him in shock  “you forgot?” he asked half yelled at him, he run to his car, your birthday, he forgot that and also their anniversary last month, the anniversary of your parents deaths…  if he was honest he didn’t recall a day when the two of you shared dinner or spend more than an hour together, you didn’t say anything to him, there was no yelling or emotional fights, you just took it…

He managed to get there in no time at 3 in the morning there was no traffic and no people around, his apartment was dark when he went in, he turn on the lights he saw various colored wrapping papers, some boxes and soft blue and silver star balloons in the living room, but you were not there, in the kitchen was a half eaten cake and dirty dishes in the sink, he went to their room just to find it empty, he found himself in yet another empty space, but right there in the night stand he saw the ring he gave you, a note stood beside it, he lifted afraid of what it might say but he had an idea of its contents.


Oppa, don’t worry I understand. you have an important job and many expect a lot of you so I won’t burden you with petty fights or feelings that you so clearly don’t want or care about, so I will remove myself from your life but still I wish you the best, happiness, health and everything good because I love you.

I took my stuff already, don’t worry about the mess, I was leaving when friends came and surprised me but the cleaning lady comes early in the morning so go to sleep and rest, I programmed the coffee maker and the alarm clock for you, I really hope you take care of yourself better, eat healthier and sleep more.

Love you, always  Y/N

Pd: Congratulations on the new album, Teddy oppa and Youngbae oppa say that is getting quite awesome and that you are working really hard at it, like if I didn’t knew that already…but I know, it will be amazing… Fighting!

The tears never stopped, he wanted to scream and break everything but that wouldn’t solve anything the fact that he missed so many things, he can remember now all the times you wanted to start a conversation with him and he didn’t even glanced at you, the times you made meals for him that he never tasted, the times he found you asleep on the sofa waiting for him to come back home, he cursed at himself and he felt so empty so… alone…


You are exhausted, if you were honest with yourself you have been waiting for Jiyong who has come home pretty late every day, you knew he was busy making the new album for their comeback so you haven’t complained about it, the silence of his part was discouraging when you tried to talk with him, your job was getting demanding and tiring but still you managed to get home and cook for him even if he didn’t tasted anything you had done, slowly but steady you have been feeling like you lived with a complete stranger and you hated it, you cried and got angry at him, but at the end you understood that he was after all G Dragon.

You watched Jiyong last night or better said early in the morning enter your shared bedroom, change and freefall in the pillows next to yours, he was asleep instantly, according to Teddy oppa call that morning he didn’t want to see your boyfriend today in the studio so you knew that he would be staying in; that your boyfriend needed rest, and a healthy meal, so you left quietly the apartment to go to the grocery store.

At your return the apartment was in silence, you left the bags in the counter, put things away in the right place and began to cook, trying to reach for a plate in the other side of the stove without looking you grabbed a hot pot with your bare hand making you yell and throw the hot pot in the process, the hot liquid splashed in the floor making you jump in pain when it hit your bare legs, you stepped away turning off the stove…

“what the fu… Y/N!” Jiyong yelled making you jump and turn to look at him surprised you forgot he was in the house too, you have grown accustom  that he was always out

°Oppa° your voice was soft, your eyes were wide rimmed with tears and your lips formed a pout in pain “I’m so sorry, I forgot you were her… sleeping; I’ll clean this, just go to sle…”

“oh my god Y/N I’m sorry, god I’m so sorry!” he said cutting you off and running to hug you

“oppa?” you asked shocked forgetting the pain in your hand, you have never seeing him this upset and this behavior was worrying  you “babe, what’s wrong, did you had a bad dream?” you asked holding him, he froze and separated from you, then he turn to look at the apartment you looked at him and then at the apartment soft rays of light entered the apartment making it bright and homey, he looked at you again you were frowning  worried, then he saw his clothes soft gray sweatpants and white t shirt.

“what day is it?” he asked you before you could ask anything

“uh, Sunday?” you asked confused by his behavior, tears were still in his eyes

“no, the date?”

“are you trying to trick me to tell you if you forgot an important date? Because you haven’t you still have a month for our anniversary” you said, he smiled and you had to smile with him because you haven’t seen that smile in a while he hug you again and started to kiss every surface of skin that was visible “oppa you ok?” you ask; he was worrying you more by every second that passed

“yes!, god I love you, Y/N  I love you, never forget that, I know I been busy and distant but I love you and I’m sorry” he said in your ear, you embraced him and hissed when your hand touched his back, that made him pull back and look at your hand which was red and hurt a lot

“I’ll take you to the hospital come on” he said pulling you by your good hand, you followed him still a bit confused, in the car he was quiet and at every opportunity he stared at you, it was making you over conscious of your appearance

“jiyong, is something wrong, do I have something on my face or something?” you asked pulling down the small mirror in front of you, you didn’t noticed anything different maybe the dark circles under your eyes were a bit more dark and big, or maybe it was the paleness of your skin, but apart from that you looked normal

“is nothing” he said, he parked the car and before he could get out you stopped him

“Jiyong, you don’t need to come, I’ll go you return home and rest ok, you need it” you said, smiled at his surprised face and opened the car door with your healthy hand, you closed the door and began to walk to the entrance of the hospital, he jogged to reach you and took your uninjured hand in his, you stopped surprised and turn to look at him, he was looking at you with fear in his eyes, you frowned

“I don’t want to lose you” he said making you more confused

“What? They are probably just going to put some cream and bandages” you say “you can go home Ji, seriously you need to sleep” he denies

“no, I… no, come on” he says pulling you to the hospital, you follow the medics are fast and you were right cream and bandages…

“Kwon Jiyong what is it, you are starting to scare me” you ask because he hasn’t let go of your good hand and hasn’t stopped staring at you for the last few hours, he bites his lower lip and look at your interlaced hands, you saw how he began to blink away tears, you were getting nervous, was he going to tell you that he really didn’t love you anymore, or that he was tired of you?

“I… I had a nightmare” he said in a soft broken whisper, you felt relived at the admission but frowned

“What was it about?”

“I lost you” he said still not looking you, you frown

“Babe, it’s ok, I’m here, nothing has happen to me” you say he denies

“I neglected us, I pushed you away, I ignored you, I came home late and leaved early, I… forgot…”

“You forgot what?” you ask because this doesn’t sound like a nightmare, its pretty much what has been happening for a few months now.

“Our anniversary, your parents… birthdays… everything” he said still not looking at you

“so I left you” you say simply your voice sounds estrange to your own ears he looks at you now, tears flowing freely now but he nods, and in that moment your heart breaks because maybe you have been thinking in that yourself, your relationship hasn’t been good at all, you verily speak to each other, you don’t see each other anymore and yes maybe the alternative of leaving was a choice that popped in your mind in your darker days “I’m sorry” you say he looks at you searching for something in your eyes, his eyes grow wide at what he sees there the fear returns and more tears roll freely in his cheeks, you pull your hand from his and the fear spreads like fire all over his face, you clean his tears with your fingers

“Kwon Jiyong, I love you that won’t change, we will work hard for this relationship, I won’t give up if you don’t” you said he nods fervently making you smile and he smiles widely tears still flowing but you know that smile is a happy one, you press your lips to his and he responds immediately.

So I dropped a class and have extra time on my hands and need to do something with it! I thought I would make something for you guys if you would like to participate.


I will hand-draw you 8 printable pages that will be formatted to look like a zine. You will be free to print these pages for your own viewing purposes, you can use them on any media you would like, you can tape them to your walls if you want.

The only thing I ask is that you do not sell the images, unless you plan to treat these as commissioned art work and pay me first.


- must be following me!

- reblog this!

- drop by my ask and tell me whether you would like an aesthetic zine based on your blog archive or a character zine, such as an oc or favorite character with some added embellishments.

- as stated above, don’t sell my artwork unless you plan to pay me first. honestly, i’ll be nice about it if you want to arrange it, i won’t charge much, and i’m happy to talk about it.

That’s it! I just wanna do artwork and have fun and do stuff for you guys without asking for commissions. I am happy to create art for you.

reignoftheflorentine  asked:

™ // I'm back for a hot second and this is what my trash self wants

@reignoftheflorentine || Send me a ™ for a very poor impersonation of your muse || accepting.

         ❝ you  must rub this on your  hoohaa

          unless you want you hooha to not work

          and your hoohaa has to work because

          we want kids, mary, lots of them blonde

          italian/french/scottish mixed babies mhm

          make your hooha work mary, you must.❞


He gotta give him that air you know

Give me a story where one of Bruce’s children has a kid (it doesn’t matter who, but Jason would be so sweet as a father) and Bruce is blown away by the fact that he is a grandfather. Where he’s standing there holding this tiny baby in his arms and he’s completely lost for words. He’s never been good with words, but now he can’t even begin to form them.

Because this is something he never expected. Not in a million years did he imagine himself as a grandfather. He had seen his life going down a very specific path when he was young. A very specific, very lonely path. Long term attachments had been outlawed to him by his choice of lifestyle, and children were even more out of the question.

He’d always known what the cape and cowl meant: an end to the Wayne family line. He had no siblings, and no close relatives. No one to continue the historical name, and he’d been ok with it. Or at least he thought he had. So when Dick, then Jason, Cass, Tim, and Damian had come they’d each been a surprise. A happy surprise, a surprise that was to Bruce always fleeting. Especially when he lost them, especially when he got them back. 

So no, he hadn’t expected a grandchild. Not when everyone of his own kids had followed his footsteps. They’d all done it in their own unique way, but Bruce still saw what they did as a road with one outcome. That outcome was never settling down, never finding ‘the one’, and never starting their own family.

Yet. Here he stood, holding, not just the next generation, but the third generation of the Wayne name after his parents. Bright and bubbly, in his arms there was life, and with life hope for the future. Not just the future of his family, but the future in general. Because if a man like him could be so lucky to have made it to becoming a grandfather, then the world was better than he’d thought it was.


The many faces of Nefertari Vivi from EP.776/777 (ノ◕ヮ◕)ノ*:・゚✧