pile of cash

  • Lin-Manuel Miranda, sitting on a giant pile of cash, safe in the knowledge that his show is sold out for a year, a person who has always been able to access theatre shows: Stop The Bootlegs I Don't Like Them
  • Poor People: [stare into the camera like they're in the office]

@badbatter

another day, another few hours being spent just lounging around a big fat pile of cash. no obligations, no bothersome students to rain on his parade; yv was truly living at the height of luxury right now. despite the fact that things around the city have been fairly mundane to him ( but then again, most things already were ), the gun god still managed to find the peaceful life to be somewhat… enjoyable. perhaps the change of scenery from a constant life of dimension-hopping and throne-running to an less-than eventful slice of domesticity was a weird sort of thrill in its own right.

he doesn’t question the brief thought for a second before hearing an approaching set of footsteps, gravel crunching at the stranger’s feet with every movement. it’s not really enough to completely rouse yv aside from getting him to crack his eye open in their direction. a seemingly lazy yet perceptive gaze takes in the other’s blank features, or rather, they seemed blank due to their neutral expression. that wasn’t even the most interesting part, though. no, it was the bat that’s currently firmly gripped in their hand and yv had to question the absurdity of this person’s motive and getup.

da st8diums on da otha of da city, fam. gues u must b lost if ur h8ngin around here.❞ he keeps his own quips in favor of just getting them out of his space, not particularly interested in them or whatever need they might have to play a rousing game of baseball.

Originally posted by fotokopicibierkek

Requested by anon <3
Prompt:  deli prompt #19 with mr. j? thank you!! 

MASTERLIST. KO-FI.

“Maybe…It’s my fault. That you’re not happy. That I’m not happy.” Those were the last words you expected to leave his lips, and surprised you glanced up– a thoughtful expression riddled his face as his deep eyes blankly bore into you. He didn’t sound remorseful though, his tone never heaved, was always leveled and even a bit ironic. You could tell he was mimicking you, which did not sit well, and so you stood up from the pile of cash you decided to rest on after the heist. With your head held high you stalked to him, eyes narrowing when you noticed a smile pick at the corners of his lips.

“What you said was actually quite accurate, though I am disappointed you’re mocking me even now.” You told, bitter.

“…mocking you?” He raised a brow, amused. He shook his head, chuckling as his gloved hands landed on your bare shoulders. The cool leather sent a shiver down your spine, making you gulp. “Pumpkin I assure you, if I were mocki—“

“Save…save your sweet talk for later.” You cut him off, “We have a bank to get out of. Alive, preferably.” He grinned.

“And here I was trying to mend our relationship.”

“We can mend it back home.”

His voice dropped, “In bed?”

“Couch…floor…you name it.”

Requests are opened!

“Newt hurries into the vault. Inside he finds the Niffler lying among hundreds of opened deposit boxes, and seated on a great pile of cash. The Niffler stares at Newt defiantly as it forces another gold bar into its already overflowing pouch.”

-J.K Rowling, Fantastic beasts and where to find them

December Pokémon Challenge 8/31

surf’s up!

MafiaAU! Suga

*I’m making a part 2 sans request* 

Pt.2 I Pt. 3 I Pt. 4

Guns. Blood. The walls piled high with cash. The faint scent of smoke filled the warehouse and he loved every second of it. The adrenaline rush he got when he barely grazed by a bullet, when he watched the life leave someone’s eyes. He was cold and distant, disconnected from the world. But then you came along.

It was the beginning of fall, the leaves falling and covering the sidewalk. He was annoyed, small leaves falling in his hair and he had to constantly shake his head. You were running, your small frame coming towards him. You basically flag him down, his back hitting the ground with a thud and you were flustered.

“Ah-sorry I just need to-”

“There’s that bitch! Get her!”

You got up, pulling him up quickly but getting run to run again. He grabbed your hand, growing to the soft touch and you tried to pull away from him.

“W-What are you doing-Let me go.”

“Just follow my lead.”

He stood in front of you, almost like a protective stand. You cling onto him, obviously afraid of the men that approach you.

“Move, you little shit.” He smirked, almost sneering at the men before you. The man was irritated by his cocky attitude and he pushed him.

“You’re going to regret picking a fight with me.” His voice was menacing and he swung at the man. His fist connected with the man’s jaw and he was on top of him easily. He fought three at a time, barely getting hit himself. He was out of breath, with the men that followed you barely moving.

“Wow..” He almost forgot you were there and you looked at him, smiling but still in a bit of shock. He turned around without a word, just wanting to be on his way. You grabbed his arm and he stopped.

“At least let me know the name of my saviour that I’m so thankful for.”

“You don’t need to thank me.”

“I want to thank you. I want to get to know you.”

“I’m no good for you.” He walked away from you that day, just wanting to be a memory for you. Someone who actually does good to outweigh all the bad things he’s done. So many unspeakable things he’s done, but he lived with it.

But you won’t stop. You found him again, this time in a coffee shop he loved. It was his undercover work, brewing coffee with the rest of his members. You walked in, your face glowing when your eyes met his. Your eyes were bright and pure, unaffected by his tainted and dark soul.

“Hey again.” You said with a smile, and he could feel his heart pound hard at the sight.

“How did you find me?”

“You drop this when we met.” She lifted up a card that had the directions to the shop, a stupid move on his part. You got closer to him, almost closing the gap between you two.

“Yoongi?”

His eyes perked up to your voice saying his name, how you pronounce each syllable softly. You said how much you loved him name before saying your own. It was beautiful to him, now knowing the name of the woman he wanted to save.

“Y/N?”

“Yes, Yoongi?’ You tilted your head, childlike and he almost blushed. He suddenly hugged you, you both dropping to the ground when a bullet fired through the glass.

"A-Are you okay, Y/N?”

“Don’t let go, okay?”

“I won’t” He held you, your body pressing against his chest and your head rested on his shoulder. You wouldn’t let go of him that day either, staying the night with him. You grew on him, becoming his girl and meeting his “friends”. They teased him, saying he bcame weak as a leader but they knew he could kick all their asses at once.

“So, what’s the deal Suga?”

“We break in next week. As for payments, Jimin?”

“It took a way to get him to talk, missing some fingers but he should know better.”

“J-Hope?”

“The next shipment is tomorrow, but that dumb fuck still hasn’t brought the shit I ordered.”

“Kill him if you have to. Ra- Fuck, I almost forgot.”

“What is it, Suga hyung?”

“I need to pick Y/N. Just write up the report, Jin.”

“Got it.” He ran out, getting on his motorcycle and rode to your school. You were walking down the steps when you saw him.

“Yoongi!” You ran in his arms, smiling like you always were. He loved that smile, and he would do absolutely anything to keep that smile on your face.

“Hey, kitten. How was school?”

“Boring. Can’t I just work at your shop?”

“No way, kitten. You have use that pretty little head of yours somehow.”

“I could make up recipes.”

“That’s a no, kitten.” You pouted a bit and he handed over your helmet while you put on quickly, hopping on behind him afterwards.

“Hold tight, kitten.”

Your hands laced up on his chest and he rode with you. He stopped in the parking lot, and you hopped off.

He parked it and took your hand, you leading him up into the apartment. He sat down and you sat on his lap.

“Yoongi, when did you get this?” Your finger brushed against the scar on his cheek. He vaguely remembered a knife barely cut along his face.

“V tried to make dinner and you can see how this happened.”

“Poor baby.” You kissed his scar, a light blush appearing on his face. You surprised him, how kind and gentle you were. He had tried to run before, leaving you to live in a world opposite of the dark world he roamed.

“Y-Y/N.”

“Does it feel better?”

He cupped your face, you looking at him with doe eyes and he just stared at you. “God, I love you so much.”

The Hustle, part one

A John Winchester one shot written for @faith-in-dean‘s April writing challenge.

Prompt: “Two can play this game.”

John x reader

Words: 2192

Part two

Warnings: Smut, slightly kinky smut, control!kink, unprotected sex (stay safe irl), some cursing, intimidating sexy John.

Tagging some John fans (let me know if you want me to remove): @spnashley @kittenofdoomage @manawhaat @supernaturally-potter @deandoesthingstome Also I’m a pond guppy @spnfanficpond


Serving up the last of the night’s drinks at your father’s roadhouse you watched what would be the last game of pool of the night go down. You knew he would win, he always did. Every time John Winchester walked in you knew he would leave with a pile of cash he had hustled from the other patrons. It was one of those hot and sticky summer evenings, so naturally there had been a lot of ice cold beer to tap, you’d been keeping busy most of the night, walking around in your sneakers, shorts and white t-shirt serving drinks. It was just too damn hot to care about the hunters and drunks looking you over. And truth was; there was one set of eyes you didn’t mind at all.


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partners in crime au

“that’s a lot of cash,” sakura muses. she leans forward, pressing her hands against the bills and reveling in their worth. “one hundred million.” she recalls the other five sitting in the next room and grins crookedly. “i’ve never seen this much money before,” she admits. 

“peasant,” sasuke mocks. her elbow digs into his ribs and he grunts.

“shut it, rich boy.”

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Buying Silence (Mutely)

Money doesn’t motivate me
Don’t offer me piles of cash
I have been dripping with privilege
For my whole ridiculous life
Nothing but clean water for me
Unceasing electricity
No rampant armed men raping me
Free public schools and jobs galore
Health care antibiotics more

Money doesn’t motivate me
Don’t offer me piles of cash
Get clean water to Africa
And free higher education
Mexico a first world country
Offer me an end to all strife
Offer me safety for women
And children free to play in streets

Money doesn’t motivate me
Make bike lanes that aren’t strips of paint
CEOs with sane salaries
Pristine air in California
Politicians who work for us
An end to rampant loneliness
People who can live in my heart

Yeah you’d all really like to think it’s like this, wouldn’t you? Just some big evil rich guy sitting in a huge pile of cash and mocking the underprivileged. You steadfastly refuse to see how raising the minimum wage consistently hurts the economy and ruins small businesses. Not to mention how it makes it even harder for those underprivileged you claim to care so much about to even get jobs.

i’m jacking off and crying on top of a big pile of cash and diamonds what the fuck are you doing? how’s your day going? as good as this? yeah that’s what i thought

PSA. Very, very important PSA

GOD HELP US ALL PLEASE IM PRAYING ON MY KNEES HERE

OKAY SO LETS OUTLINE WHAT’S HAPPENING IN THE UK RIGHT NOW 

As you probably know, it was election day in the UK on the 7th of May. A Conservative government was voted in for the second time, despite only getting 39% of the votes, because we are on an unfair political system which isn’t representative at all. The Conservatives literally exist to widen the gap between the rich and poor. This is their purpose. 

This is a run down of some things they have done in the last five years and current plans for the next five years. Yes, it is all in capitals because I am very, very angry. But on the other hand I’ve, and most of my generation along with me, just had any chance of a decent future torn from under my feet just because I wasn’t born sitting on a pile of cash so I think I have a right to be pissed.

THEY ARE GETTING RID OF THE HUMAN RIGHTS ACT. THE ONE WHICH GIVES PEOPLE THE FUCKING RIGHT TO LIFE, FREEDOM FROM TORTURE, SLAVERY AND FORCED LABOUR. THE ONE WHICH GIVES PEOPLE THE RIGHT TO A FAIR TRIAL. THE ONE WHICH GIVES YOU A PRIVATE LIFE, FREEDOM OF THOUGHT, BELIEF, EXPRESSION AND RELIGION, THE RIGHT TO MARRY AND START A FAMILY, THE RIGHT TO AN EDUCATION. THE ONE WHICH PROTECTS PEOPLE FROM DISCRIMINATION AND GIVES PEOPLE THE RIGHT TO A DEMOCRATIC VOTE COME ON PEOPLE WHY AM I NOT SEEING MORE PEOPLE WORRIED. WE ARE LOOKING AT THE CONSERVATIVE GOVERNMENT TAKING AWAY THE RIGHT TO LIFE

£12 BILLION DUE TO BE CUT FROM WELFARE, WHICH SURPRISE SURPRISE WILL TARGET THOSE WHO ARE MOST VULNERABLE IN SOCIETY. SEE THIS SURPRISED FACE? BECAUSE HAHAHAHA I’M SO FUCKING SURPRISED. 

THE TORY PARTY DOUBLED THE DEBT IN JUST FIVE YEARS THEY HAVE BROUGHT THE NATIONAL DEBT UP TO 1.5 TRILLION POUNDS. CAN’T WAIT TO HAVE TO PAY THAT OFF WHEN I CAN BARELY AFFORD TO LIVE DAY TO DAY ALREADY

TUITION FEES DUE TO RISE TO 11K. THIS MEANS THAT RICH PEOPLE ARE THE ONLY ONES WHO ARE GOING TO BE ABLE TO AFFORD TO GO TO UNIVERSITY. ONCE AGAIN THE WORKING CLASS ARE PUT AT A DISADVANTAGE. BUT IT’S OKAY BECAUSE MUMMY AND DADDY CAN PAY FOR THE RICH WHITE BOYS.

MICHAEL GOVE (HELP US ALL NOW) IS JUSTICE CHIEF. THIS IS THE GUY WHO PRETTY MUCH SINGLE-HANDEDLY DESTROYED OUR EDUCATION SYSTEM. GOOGLE HIM. SAVE ME THE SOUL CRUSHING EXPERIENCE.

FIRST ACT IS TO GET RID OF THE HUNTING BAN. NEED I SAY MORE?

THE DEATH TOLL FROM THOSE ALREADY AFFECTED BY THE LAST FIVE YEARS OF CUTS IS RISING. (OH LOOK - ONCE AGAIN, ITS THE WORKING CLASS)

THE NHS HAS BEEN BEING SOLD OFF BIT BY BIT AND THIS IS ONLY GOING TO CONTINUE. WE ARE LITERALLY GOING TO HAVE TO PAY FOR THE RIGHT TO STAY ALIVE FOR FUCK SAKE. 

OUR MEDIA IS BASICALLY CONTROLLED BY RUPERT MURDOCH (who also basically controls the government but we’ll fly over that one)

THERE HAVE BEEN PROTESTS IN LONDON ABOUT THE TORY GOVERNMENT AND THE BBC APPARENTLY DIDN’T NOTICE

ONE MILLION PEOPLE ARE CURRENTLY HAVING TO USE FOOD BANKS ACROSS THE COUNTRY. 

THE LAST FIVE YEARS HAVE SEEN THE CLOSURE OF A RECORD NUMBER OF A+E DEPARTMENTS. SO MORE PRESSURE ON THE REMAINING ONES WHICH HAVE TO CLOSE IN TURN OR BE PRIVATISED BECAUSE THEY ARE TOO EXPENSIVE TO RUN (YES, BECAUSE CLAIMING EXPENSES FOR YOUR BREAKFAST IS A MUCH BETTER WAY TO SPEND TAXPAYERS MONEY ISN’T IT????)

3.6 MILLION DISABLED PEOPLE HAVE BEEN TARGETED BY THE SPENDING CUTS. I DON’T NEED TO SPELL IT OUT.

BEDROOM TAX

THIS IS FROM A GOVERNMENT WHO CLAIM EXPENSES FOR THEIR FUCKING DUCK PONDS AND TO PAY THE GARDENER. 

13 MILLION PEOPLE ARE LIVING BELOW THE POVERTY LINE

BANKERS BONUSES HAVE BEEN PROTECTED WITH A 3 BILLION TAX CUT FOR THE TOP 1% OF EARNERS

3.5 MILLION CHILDREN IN THE 6TH RICHEST COUNTRY IN THE WORLD ARE LIVING IN POVERTY AND THIS NUMBER IS ONLY GOING TO RISE

WE HAVE HAD FIVE YEARS OF AUSTERITY ALREADY AND THIS IS WHAT THE NEXT FIVE YEARS HAVE BEGUN WITH. 

61% OF THE COUNTRY DID NOT WANT THIS. 

THIS IS NOT A DEMOCRACY. THIS IS THE RULE OF THE RICHEST 1%. THIS IS THE RULE OF THE PRIVILEGED MINORITY. THIS IS NOT THE PEOPLE’S RULE.

TL;DR - The UK is going to pot and that is the understatement of the year. Also I really, really hate the Tories.