Also weird I reblobbed the other money one last night and a freelance check I invoiced for a month ago came in.
reblobbed
seriously have nothing to lose
Did it once might as well let it stack. At least I’m not buying loto tickets
You guys, I reblogged this 2 days ago out of desperation. Today I was looking through my old wallet for coins to go to the vending machine because that’s all I can fucking afford. I haven’t touched this thing since July/ August. When I found a disappointing 15 cents in the coin pocket I went to the billfold to see if any coins were in there. That’s when I saw them. 5 crisp bills amounting to $22. I literally screamed and danced around my room out of joy before remembering that I’d reblogged this post.
Tl;dr – This post is fucking magical and actually worked for me.
I’m broke as fuck. Money gods pls send me like 100k.
I never reblog these, let’s give it a shot. BIG MONEY, BIG MONEY
I reblogged this last week and withing an hour I got a client after a month of silence! Literally gave me money to eat for the rest of the month.
Crazy enough but my mom randomly gave me 200 dollars after I reblogged one of these the other day…
Amen
Reblobbed.
I have a theory that these posts actually gather energy from the wishes of people who reblog them and that’s why they work. Plus, yanno, they get passed around by witches…a lot. 🙂
Financials are getting a little rocky here (new job was a pay cut and was supposed to be an hours increase but ended up being more of a cut/lateral move) and I’m still trying to figure out how to downgrade my spending (seriously how can I cancel some of my cable services and end up paying MORE than before fucking packages fucking Verizon…) so in the meantime I could really go for a cash infusion until I get myself sorted.
Ok this is such a ridiculous coincidence but I JUST reblogged this this morning and between then and now my tax refund hit my account 3 days early.
Draw your own conclusions.
Forever reblogging lol
Trying to go home rich, 3 more days!!!
No joke, I reblogged and less than 3 hours later, without asking, daddy transferred $500 into my account and I got a $1500 check.
I got paid $40 yesterday like an hour after I reblogged this so now I’m gonna get a binder ^-^
Gramma Tala: imma terrify the s**t out of some little kids
Chief Tui: you’re a very bad example for my daughter
Gramma Tala: ikr
Moana: *is cute and helpless, wanders to the ocean*
Sea turtle: *is cute and helpless, fails to wander to ocean*
Moana: holy s**t birds, don’t eat the turtle
Birds: fine, whatevs
Ocean: thanks for the turtle Moana
Moana: no prob
Ocean: I am the last waterbender from the southern water tribe, and I—
Moana: skip the exposition please
Ocean: ok yeah, anyway you helped the turtle and so you’re definitely worthy of this incredibly important and dangerous magical artifact
Moana: kk cool, imma drop it on the beach
Ocean: no come back you little s**t!
Gramma Tala: ooh, shiny!
Tamatoa: did somebody say shiny?
Gramma Tala: not yet Tamatoa, go away
Chief Tui: hey Moana, wanna hear a song?
Moana: sure, as long as it’s during a montage
Chief Tui: hey Moana, come and see this big stack of rocks that every chief put here
Moana: wait, so every chief we’ve ever had has placed a rock here?
Chief Tui: yeah
Moana: and what happens if a future plot point suggests that not every chief lived on this island?
Chief Tui: ok, go away now
Heihei: *eats an entire f**king rock*
Villagers: yo some serious s**t is happening to everything
Moana: this is definitely related to the one obscure legend my grandmother told me ten years ago
Chief Tui: Moana don’t you f**king dare
Moana: *f**king dares and also wrecks her boat*
Gramma Tala: whatever just happened, blame it on the pig
Ocean: no, defs blame it on Moana
Moana: what are you doing, Gramma Tala?
Gramma Tala: I’m crazy, so go into this cave
Lin-Manuel Miranda: hey Moana, we were voyagers
Moana: thanks Lin-Manuel Miranda!
Lin-Manuel Miranda: no prob!
Moana: hey Gramma Tala, we were voyagers!
Gramma Tala: yeah, no s**t
Moana: hey Dad, we were voyagers!
Chief Tui: f**k you Moana
Moana: so how do you explain that stack of rocks
Chief Tui: I don’t?
Gramma Tala: *conveniently dies*
Moana: welp, bye
Ocean: oh no, not you little s**t again
Moana: f**k you ocean
Ocean: here have a big f**king thunderstorm
Moana: *wrecks her boat, again*
Moana: fish pee in you, all day
Ocean: bacteria s**t in your mouth, all day
Maui: A boat!
Moana: holy s**t who are you?
Maui: I’m glad you asked because I wrote a song about that
Moana: I don’t f**king care
Maui: well, I’m stealing your boat
Moana: does that boat even work? I wrecked it
Maui: idk, bye now
Ocean: *puts Moana on the boat*
Moana: you wanna come on my quest
Maui: no
Moana: please
Maui: ok fine
Kakamora: *attack*
Ocean: *smashes Kakamora boats together*
Moana: that was convenient
Ocean: ikr
Maui: you wanna get my fishhook
Moana: oh hell yes
Maui: here’s a cliff, don’t climb it
Moana: *climbs it, doesn’t die*
Maui: here’s a thousand foot drop to the realm of monsters, don’t jump off it
Moana: *jumps off it, doesn’t die*
Maui: here’s a giant carnivorous plant, don’t jump in its mouth
Moana: *jumps in its mouth, doesn’t die*
Maui: here’s a terrifying sloth monster, don’t antagonize it
Moana: *antagonizes it, doesn’t die*
Tamatoa: HEY GUYS
Moana: do you wanna talk about yourself?
Tamatoa: ok let’s begin with the fact that I’m a fabulous shiny shimmering cinnamon roll
Maui: you’re really not all that great
Tamatoa: m*********er I sparkle with the light of a million stars
Maui: my bragging song is better than yours
Tamatoa: I don’t care because I’m f**kin beautiful
Maui: Tamatoa x Reader fanfiction exists and it’s terrifying
Tamatoa: HOLY S**T WHAT?!
Maui: ok he’s distracted, imma stealin my hook
Tamatoa: WHY WOULD ANYBODY WRITE THAT?!
Moana: ok, we got out of there
Maui: you should have died at least twenty times in there
Moana: ikr
Maui: my hook’s not working btw
Moana: only an act of true love can repair a broken hook
Maui: nope, got it!
Moana: ok nevermind, wrong movie
Maui: so here’s a lava monster, let’s fight it
Te Kā: *throws fire, breaks Maui’s hook*
Moana: only an act of true love can repair—
Maui: forget it, bye now
Gramma Tala: hey Moana, here’s some important advice for you
Moana: thanks, I’m going to fight the lava monster now
Gramma Tala: wait, what? that’s just stupid
Moana: and you shouldn’t be giving me advice on how to stay alive if you can’t even manage that yourself
Gramma Tala: bye now
Moana: *goes to fight Te Kā*
Maui: hey I’m still here
Moana: good ’cause imma die out here
Maui: go find Te Fiti
Moana: Te Fiti isn’t here
Te Kā: YES I AM
Moana: oh hey that’s convenient
Ocean: *moseses*
Moana: *does an epic walk*
Te Kā: *does a frantic monster crawl*
Moana: *keeps walking*
Te Kā: *doesn’t kill Moana for some reason*
Moana: here’s your heart back
*everything is magically fixed*
Maui: hey Te Fiti, sorry for f**king up all the s**t
Te Fiti: I could smite the ever-loving s**t out of you rn
Maui: please don’t
Te Fiti: fine
Moana: imma go home now
Maui: so we’re getting a sequel, right?
Moana: nope, they’re making a second Frozen
ROLL CREDITS
I can’t come up with anything too long that hasn’t been done already, but how about Bitty going to Samwell but not playing hockey and is friends with Lardo so does frequent the haus parties etc.
And Jack, who is still taking a photography class sees him and wants nothing more than to use Bitty as his model for a project or something.
However what Jack doesn’t know is that Bitty has a massive crush on him, so he keeps avoiding Jack at all costs.
Queue Jack increasingly ridiculous attempts at talking to Bitty, and Bitty even more ridiculous attempts at avoiding him.
“Duck,” Bitty hissed as he dove under the table.
Lardo had just enough time to ask bewilderingly, “What?” before she was pulled under the table too. “What are you doing?” she said again, but Bitty only shook his head and wouldn’t answer.
Minutes later, he cautiously popped his head up to survey the cafe before he called, “Okay, coast is clear.”
“You better have a good reason for that,” Lardo said as she sat back in the booth. Then, expression turning serious, she leaned across the table.
“Is someone giving you trouble?”
“No, no, nothing like that,” Bitty dismissed with an embarrassed wave. “It’s just that, um, Jack Zimmermann walked in.”
Lardo was stumped. “What’s wrong with Jack?”
“Uhh, nothing. Nothing’s wrong with him.”
“Bitty,” Lardo said in tone that warned him if he didn’t start talking soon, she was still going to find a way to get the story out of him sooner or later.
Luckily, Bitty gave in easily. “Well, it’s just that–you know that party at the Haus you invited me to a couple months ago?” He fiddled nervously with the handle of the coffee cup.
“Yeah, the epickegster.”
“Yes, that. Well… I may have drank more than I should have that night and uh, I bumped into him upstairs–”
Lardo was torn between being impressed that Bitty had kept quiet about hooking up with Jack quiet for so long and pissed that Bitty had kept quiet about hooking up with Jack for so long.
“–and I word vomited all over him.”
“Wait? What?” This took a sudden and unexpected turn. “So, you and Jack didn’t…” she trailed off, though her implication was more than clear.
Bitty looked stricken. “No, gosh, no. Nothing like that. I just couldn’t stop talking. He’s so handsome, you know, and I’ve seen him on the ice, and well, I fawned all over him and made him uncomfortable.” Bitty hunched over the table, not quite meeting Lardo’s eyes.
“I made a complete fool out of myself.”
“So, now your plan is to just avoid him all the time,” Lardo said slowly, trying to understand the logic behind.
“I already sent him an apology pie, but yes, that’s the plan,” Bitty answered brightly.
—
“Lardo, wait up,” Jack said as he fell instep beside her on the way to the library. They exchanged the usual greetings before they were both silent. Jack wanted something and she knew from experience it was better to wait it out than to straight up ask him. “So, I have a question,” he finally said.
“Yeah?”
“You’re friends with Eric Bittle.” It was less of a question and more a statement.
“Yeah,” she repeated.
“Is… he… going to be at your art show tomorrow night?” Lardo’s rhythm might have faltered, but she was at least proud of herself for not tripping and falling over.
“Maybe,” she hedged. “Why?”
Jack coughed to cover up his awkwardness. “Well, I’m taking this photography course this semester.”
“I know,” she said. She was still confused about why this was related to Bitty. They were nearing the library now, so Jack had better spit out what it was that he really wanted to ask.
“I need a subject to photograph.”
“Okay…?”
“I was hoping to asking Eric Bittle,” Jack finally admitted, the aha moment finally clicked for Lardo.
“He’ll be there tomorrow night,” she promised with a grin, even if she had to drag Bitty there herself.
“Okay, thanks,” Jack said, looking relieved.
—
“You said Jack Zimmermann wouldn’t be here tonight,” Bitty hissed. It would have been hilarious if he didn’t also sound so panicked.
“I lied,” Lardo said simply. She waved over to Jack before putting a steadying hand on Bitty’s shoulder. “And you can’t leave now that he’s made eye contact.”
Bitty glared at Lardo, but didn’t say anything because Jack was making his way over to them.
“Hey, Lardo. Sorry, I’m late–” Jack started, but Lardo cut him off.
“Jack, you were looking for Bitty, and Bitty, you know Jack. What coincidence we are meeting here. Anyways, you two look like you have a lot to talk about and I need to be over there.” Without wasting time, she left the two of them alone in the isolated corner of the gallery without a backward glance.
By the end of the very busy evening, when Lardo finally remembered to check in with Bitty and Jack, she couldn’t find them.
“Have you seen Jack?” she asked Shitty after scanning the thinning crowd.
“I dunno. I think he had somewhere he needed to be. He seemed to be in a hurry to get out here.”
She texted Bitty to check on him, but she didn’t get an answer until the morning after.
