You know those communication necklaces (like the ones sold from spacerobotstudios)? Well what if I made something similar to that but with the spikes! So, like, it would communicate your level of energy and also have texture you could stim with!!
Every day I handle more money than I will ever make. Every day.
At the start of my employment, my boss showed me videos of people stealing, and we both had a chuckle about it. How silly they were! There was a camera overhead, and it’s not to watch the shoppers. See, we can’t actually stop shoplifters. They get away with it maybe nine out of ten times. But we, who are watched and tallied and witnessed? We are always caught.
At first it was hard to hold one hundred dollars bills. An amount I had never seen before. An amount that didn’t exist in my household. It’s normal now. Here is something that is not for me.
“What the hell, I’ll take another,” says the man, pondering our 200 dollar watches. What the hell. Total comes to 580 and not even a flinch in his face. I have been working for 11 hours today and made only 110 dollars. It will go to my rent. Today I work for free, it feels. When I get my check, I will have 35 dollars left for food and saving.
The six hundreds he hands me go into the cash register. For a moment, I imagine having money. Then I put it away, counting out his change.
I know for a fact we sell our products for double what they are worth. That I could be making commission. That they could hand me those 580 dollars and change my life and not even mark the difference in their checkbooks. He’s not the only sale they make today, but I am the reason they made it. He’s not the only one spending 600 dollars, but if I hadn’t spent two hours with him telling me about his life, he wouldn’t have spent any. I go home. I don’t own a watch.
I have watched and rewatched a video on how to make salmon four ways. My shopping list is always the same. Pasta. Rice. Tuna. If I can afford butter it was a good week. I dream of the world I will never walk in, where I can throw the best fish fillet in the cart with a shrug. I hold hundreds in my hand and look up at the camera. I put them under the cash drawer.
I go to work. I scrap together my savings. I eat my bowl of rice slowly. My manager takes a paid week off from work just for his birthday. He owns a yacht.
Aries: The PASSION of a five year old that really wants to steal a cookie out of the cookie jar. The CHARISMA of a potato. A charismatic potato. The INTENSITY of an earthquake, rocking your world and your house since before years were a thing.
Taurus: The STUBBORNNESS of a child that refuses to eat their broccoli and will cry until their parents let them leave the dinner table. The COMPLEXITY of doing algebra problems without a calculator. THE DEPENDABLENESS of that one friend who always tries their best to not let you or anyone else down.
Gemini: The IMPLUSIVENESS of a middle schooler’s first kiss. The FLEXIBILITY of a professional gymnast, constantly flipping and turning 360 degrees at a time. The TALKATIVENESS of a child who just learned how to talk. You want to ignore them, but you can’t because they’re just so gosh darn cute.
Cancer: The CARE a teenager has towards their new phone for the first week of owning it. The PASSIVENESS of someone who is always unaware of their surroundings, but for some reason always knows what’s happening around them. The GENTLENESS of a shiny glass cup, one mistake and they can be broken right before your eyes.
Leo: The DRAMATICNESS of an episode of pretty much every teen drama that has been on the air for way too long. The EGO of celebrities, always inflated and is constantly validated by others, either negatively or positively. The GENEROSITY of a teacher that decides to give the class another day to work on a tough homework assignment.
Virgo: The PERFECTION of opening a new book and smelling that new book smell. The INDEPENDENCE of a tall and beautiful flower blooming in field full of dull grass and dirt. The CRITICALNESS of a Gordon Ramsay that spends his life roasting people on twitter.
Libra: The CHARISMA that Aries wishes they could have and 34 shades of more charisma on top of that. Loads of charisma. The INDECISIVENESS of someone who really wants to text someone that they like, but doesn’t want to come across as desperate. The PEACEFULNESS of feeling that everything is okay in life and being able to finally get a good night’s sleep.
Scorpio: The EVILNESS of a villain that just wants to be understood in this complicated world. The PARANOIA of someone that’s been hurt way too many times in another life and just came out the womb guarded. The WIT of someone who just mastered the art of sarcasm and refuses to talk any other way.
Sagittarius: The CURIOSITY of a child wanting to know where babies come from and will not stop until they get answer. The HONESTY of a mom that always wants to make sure that her children look as good as she does when leaving the house. The INTERESTINGNESS of that one strange toy from 5 years ago that you found while cleaning your room the other day.
Capricorn: The AMBITION of a grandmother making food for her starving grandchildren on a Sunday afternoon. The MATURITY of an adult who finally understands the concept of adulting and is pretty gosh darn good job at it. The INTELLIGENCE of Einstein, but it may not always be used. Trust me though, it’s there.
Aquarius: The STRANGENESS of your cousin that everyone thought was going to be successful, but is now a professional hipster. The REBELLIOUSNESS of a suburban teen who just discovered rap music times one hundred. The DETACHEDNESS of someone who has not been able to find someone that they can fully trust yet.
Pisces: The CREATIVITY of doubt and security dancing together in a flame of inspiration. The INTUITIVENESS of a good friend that always knows when you’re upset and how to cheer you up. The COMPASSION of sweet child who just wants to make sure that everyone around them is happy.
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shoutout to Barbie Princess and the Pauper for giving us a stellar critique of a capitalist-mandated patriarchy which mandates the oppression of women at multiple levels of social and economic classes in society, plus some great musical numbers
tom holland in england: adorable cozy boy who wears soft clothes, walks his dog, drinks tea and hangs out with his mom. practices lines in the morning, goes out to pubs and gets a lazy happy kind of drunk. is asleep by 10 pm everynight without fail. probably cries while watching titanic and likes the smell of grass
tom holland in new york: This Bitch™ who wears tight clothes that are all dark like his soul. titties are Hard and tattoo gun is Out. goes boxing every day and probably is always in the mood to make out with somebody. lowkey sleepy all the time. he’ll kick your ass he’ll kick my ass he’ll kick his own ass
tom holland in california: a fuckboy with a heart of gold. never wears a shirt, probably doesn’t even own shirts anymore bc he burned them all then lit a joint on the flames. eats raw fruit a lot and drinks only ice cold water. smells like sea salt and always has some sand in his hair. he loves life he loves himself and he loves his friends. good vibes man