found in thrift store

Mom Deals With Local Traffic

When I was a wee thing, my parents moved out the the Highly dubious condo in East Palo Alto and into a relatively nice suburban neighborhood, into a house immediately across the street from my new elementary school.  Immediate, as in, less than 40 feet from the traffic circle.   Mom would wave at me from the driveway sometimes while I was in class.  This should have made getting me to and from school easy, but there was an issue:

I still had to cross the street, and because I was living in the over-caffeinated heart of silicon valley at the time, that meant dodging the local commuters barreling through the school zone at upwards of 40 miles per hour with no regard for the stop signs.

The flashing “School Zone” signs were ignored.  
The city refused to put in speed bumps or devote extra patrol cars.
One of my classmates grandmother’s volunteered as crossing guard, and some jackass in a BMW ran over her foot on the first day.

Now, mom declared as we drove Mrs. Manchez to the hospital her foot in a beer cooler full of ice, Would be a good time to take the law into my own hands.

So after dropping Mrs. Manchez off at the hospital, we drove to the thrift store, where my mom found a navy blazer, aviator sunglasses, a pilot’s cap and an old, clunky-looking hair dryer.  

The next morning, mom went out to the sidewalk in her new “uniform”, with the hair dryer and a legal pad so she could write down the grocery list.  Every time a car would come roaring down the road, Mom would look up, point the hairdryer at them, and, and write something down.  

I remember listening to brakes squeal all day the first time she tried it, Mercedes and BMWs screeching to a crawl as they passed the school, glaring at her.   By that afternoon, cars were creeping along at an over-cautious 10mph, and I was able to get home without taking my life into my hands.

After that, Mom went out “in uniform” every couple of days, because intermittent re-enforcement is what REALLY gets a change in behavior going, and point the hair dryer at anyone speeding through the school zone, usually while writing down grocery lists or short stories, or drawing unflattering caricatures of the other PTA moms.

Eventually, however, one of the cars that came through was a patrol car, and he slowly pulled to a halt in front of mom, glaring at her though his own reflective glasses.

She smiled an waved the hair dryer.  “Good afternoon!”

“…What’re you doing?”  he groaned, 3 in the afternoon entirely too early for this shit.

“Writin’ a grocery list.”  She beamed, and when that failed to satisfy him, she explained about the speeding problem and that if they couldn’t send a partol car out here to ticket people regularly, she figured that a hair dryer would be the next best thing.  Working like a charm so far.  They didn’t even notice the little airplanes on the Pilot’s hat.

The officer stared at her for a moment longer before his face broke out into a slow grin.  “Y’know, when we’re out of a car, we usually wear visibility vests.  So more people see you and your… Phaser.”

And that’s the story of how Mom and Officer Brown met and started the neighborhood watch program.

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An Ohio mother is sharing a magical surprise her teenage son planned for his younger sister.

Photographer Christina Angel said her 13-year-old son asked her to get him a Prince Charming costume so that he could do something special for his 5-year-old sister and best friend.

Angel told ABC 7 Chicago her son suffers from depression and his sister has become his biggest cheerleader, so he wanted to thank her with a princess photo shoot.

Angel bought the costume and her son found a pair of black dress shoes at a thrift store. He wanted to get the details perfect, she said, even shining the shoes the old-fashioned way with polish and a rag.

When they were ready, the mother and son surprised the little girl with a brand-new Snow White dress.

The proud mom said her little girl loved every second of her photo shoot with her “favorite boy in the world.” And it shows!

so i found this great comic at a thrift store:

It was only like a dollar and the plot was part of a bigger story arch but basically batmen from every alternate timeline come from the past to roast 90’s superman’s mullet

And so batmen are just popping up out of nowhere thanks to some kind of time anomaly bullshit and they’re all just kind of weirdly cool with it

Frank miller’s batman gets kind of gay for a minute 

He does not approve of that hair tho everyone hates it, also theres this guy

Posin, thicc, looming. Then batman has a weird moment with batman 

*careless whisper plays in the background*

Also, bonus surprised bat:

I found the most amazing thing at a thrift store today

This guy!  He was only 59 cents which was so worth finding out what exactly it was

He looks like a new friend to me

more potential new friends!

!!!!!!

he came with this package I wasn’t sure what to expect

I definitely didn’t expect 2 of the tiniest glowsticks

tiny glowsticks for a tiny rave

so I figured out you’re supposed to put the glowsticks inside him

cute friend

best friend

Conversations you’ll most likely have with Peter Parker

(A/N): I haven’t done one of these in a long time and I was super low on inspiration so here’s this god awful thing 

Warnings: none


“H-Hey, I’m Peter Parker,” 

“Hey Cutie, I’m (Y/N),” 

~

“Hey (Y/N), did you do the calculus homework, I can’t figure out number 7 and-” 

“Peter, I saw you finish that homework in class today, if you wanted to hang out you could have just told me,” 

~

“Pssst, Pete, what’s the answer to number 3?”

“If I knew dating you would have involved helping you cheat on homework I-” 

“You’d what Parker?”

“I’d….I’ll go buy you the flowers now,” 

~

“Peter….what is this sticky stuff all over your door knob- please tell me it’s not-” 

“NO IT’S NOT (Y/N)!” 

~

“Why were you late to chemistry?” 

*Peter obviously trying to hide his spider suit*

“I uh- I slept in late?”

~

“Peter, you’ve been working on this project all night, I think you need to sleep,” 

“No (Y/N),” *Peter yawning* “I’ve gotta get this sheet of work done,” 

“I’m going to rip your paper to shreds if you don’t stop working right now,” 

~

“Peter! What happened to your eye!” 

“I hit my head on my bedside table this morning?”

*Hiding his suit once again*

~

“Peter, I just found this suit-” 

“(Y/N) DROP THAT RIGHT NOW!” 

“Oh my god- this is- you’re the-” 

“I’m not, I’m really not-” 

“You’re spiderman?”

“No, no, no, this is just a costume for uh- for theater!” 

~

“I can’t believe you didn’t tell me you were spider man,” 

“I didn’t want you to get tangled up in all the crime, what I do is kinda illegal,” 

~

“Shit Peter, I think he may have broke your nose,’ 

“I can’t go home at 3 in the morning with a broken nose!’ 

“Then stay here, I’ll explain it all to May in the morning,” 

~

“Here, I’ve got an icepack for you,” 

~

“Since someone decided to break their foot, cough cough Peter, I bought your favorite icecream and all the Star Wars movies,” 

~

“You should take me through the city sometime,” 

“With my webs?”

“Yeah,” 

“Do you know how dangerous that is?”

“You say that like danger isn’t your middle name,” 

~

“(Y/N)! (Y/N)! I got to go to Germany and fight these grown ass people, and Mr. Stark was there and so was Captain America and- and-” 

~

“Hey, I found this old gameboy at the thrift store, you wanna take a look at it?”

~

“You seriously declined a mission because of homework?”

“It’s AP history (Y/N)!” 

~

“You need to eat Pete, I cooked you some food,” 

~

“Are you and Wade a thing?”

“(Y/N)! He’s like twice my age and he’s a guy and-” 

“I’m taking that as a yes,” 

~

“Did you know you’re really cute?”

“I’m not cute,” 

“Yeah you are, especially in that suit of yours,” 

~

“Look at dat Spidey ass,” 

“(Y/N), can you stop poking my butt?” 

~

“Peter! Do you understand how dangerous this is! You could have died!” 

‘But I didn’t, did I?”

~

“Be safe Peter,” 

“I always am,” 

“I love you,” 

“I love you too (Y/N),” 

~

“For a cute nickname can I call you my little spiderling?”

“No, god (Y/N), what kind of a nickname is that?’

~

“Can I stitch you up?”

~

“I can mend that hole for you, I took sewing last year,” 

~

“Goodnight (Y/N),” 

“Goodnight….spiderling,” 

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Okay so here’s the lowdown. I found 4 sets of medium format negatives while I was thrift shop hunting a few weeks ago. They were sitting in a box of old vintage photographs in these plastic sleeves, and from what I could tell, they had been taken sometime in the 50’s. So obviously I brought them home, and today finally had them scanned in, and holy wow they are beautiful!!

NOW this is where I need the Internet’s help. I would absolutely love to find the women in these photographs/the photographer who took them. The only info I have is that the negatives were found in a thrift store on Hull St in Richmond, VA. They are medium format, and judging by the style of dress, made in 1940-1950. The owner of the thrift store had no idea where they came from. I’m posting the best/clearest scans of the images, so if y'all could reblog the shit out of this, I’m hoping we can find the owners of these amazing images.

This was on the inside of a giant black trenchcoat I found in the thrift store today.

(The small text is fucking unreadable, which sucks, because that intro promises a good story).

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HEY LOOK AT THIS THING I FOUND did you know an unfortunate events game exists

i found it at a thrift store and the instructions book is missing so im not really sure how you’re supposed to play it but it’s still Very Neat 

it looks like it’s mostly count olaf trying to kill the baudelaires’ guardian and them trying to invent, bite, or read things in order to find ways to stop him 

meanwhile mr. poe also exists. i have no IDEA what the poe player does

the count olaf cards do various things to sabotage the guardian 

and the baudelaires do clever things to stop him (the sunny cards are the best)

and there’s also cards with rooms on them but im not sure what those are for 

And All This Devotion (1/1)

Happy Valentine’s Day, @once-upon-a-captain-swan!

Hi, dollface! I’m your CSSV and had so much fun writing this for you. I’ve enjoyed our little chats over the last few weeks and I hope you enjoy the story. I tried to put as many little touches of you in it as I could. 

xoxo,

Megan

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The knock came at 2:05. It was tentative, barely pulling Killian out of a dreamless sleep and for a moment, he thought he’d imagined it. Fuzzy-brained, he was a second away from chalking it up to a rattling pipe or noise from the street when another knock came, this one more insistent. 

Tossing the covers off and cursing as he kicked his feet free from the tangled sheet, he padded through the living room, throwing the deadbolt and dramatically pulling the door open, ready to give his untimely visitor hell while wearing nothing more than a pair of boxer briefs and a scowl.

The piss and vinegar was short-lived when his eyes fell onto the figure standing in the hallway. 

Her face was red and blotchy with strands of blonde hair sticking to tear tracks. A cheap diaper bag, stretched to the limits and overflowing, was slung over her shoulder, one of those infant car seats designed for carrying at her feet, the baby inside asleep. 

Chin lifting just enough to convey some measure of pride, her eyes wouldn’t rise enough meet his. When she spoke it was to the dog tags resting on his chest.

“We didn’t have anywhere else to go.”

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