Thank you to the girl that posted this! I have such a hard time saving money. Withdrawal what you want to save in cash and put it in a little jar like this. It prevents you from spending it frivolously but is still there in an emergency!
terfs dont target trans men the same as trans women because they view us as “lost womyn” and “confused butches” so their goal is to save us. the goal for trans women? to kill them. do you see the difference??
y’know sometimes I really think about how Fallout New Vegas was an actual game that happened
like, this was a game in a series that’s about a post-apocalyptic wasteland with a 50′s esque setting. The main character is usually from a vault or has a connection to a vault and has some goal that mostly involved saving someone, you tend to run around a shithole filled with mutated abominations and bloodthirsty raiders
and then you get this game that just
like Fallout New Vegas was a game that included:
mass murdering roman legionary cosplayers
post apocalyptic cowboys and cowboy robots
a dominatrix zombie
a sexbot called ‘Fisto’ that you can test-fuck
an entire clan of Elvis impersonators
Chandler from Friends
fucking giant killer wasps twice the size of a person
a bunch of Genghis Khan cosplayers
old ladies that try to mug you with rolling pins
a casino that’s secretly a bunch of cannibals
And the main character, well
Fallout 1: Your from a Vault and you have to find a water chip to save your vault. Fallout 2: you’re from a tribe descended from a vault and you have to find a GECK to save you village. Fallout 3: your from a vault and you have to find your dad and save the wasteland.
Fallout New Vegas: You’re a fucking mailman from christ knows where and you have to find the asshole who shot you and then fuck up the mojave two ways from sunday.
I dunno I just think this game was a wondrous masterpiece
Jack spends his first year with the Falconers determined to be the best as quickly as possible. He needs to prove himself and his public image suffers. As far as anyone is concerned, Jack Zimmermann is still a joyless hockey-robot.
Jack can deal with the criticism because he has Bitty. He has friends he loves and teammates that support him and he’s playing the best hockey of his life, whether he cracks a smile or not.
But then a sportscaster points out how little Jack does in the community. How often Jack has (accidentally) ignored a kid trying for a photo or fist bump, how he never attends events and his general radio silence off the ice. How could someone so disconnected from Providence be given the A?
Jack is stunned he’s seen as so out of touch. He loves kids. He loves Providence. He loves his team. The thought that his 110% determination is making him look like an asshole is devastating.
So Jack quietly starts signing up for Falconers outreach events. He partners with Make-a-Wish and saves his luckiest pucks for the sickest kids. He makes bets with Ransom and Holster to see how many selfies he can photo bomb at home games. He gives away game sticks like candy and answers his own fanmail.
While the goal originally was to save his image, Jack finds he loves doing outreach. He loves meeting with kids and doing what he can to make others happy. He’s working harder than ever before, but somehow it doesn’t feel as exhausting as it used to. #goodjackzimmermann becomes a thing.
Tl:dr: Jack slowly becomes the softest bro in the NHL, and that’s okay with him