#and it was only 50p

[princeloww]

LOOK WHAT I FOUND???

GOING INSANE

[mariana-oconnor]

The library "request" option has given me too much power. BRING ME THE BOOKS! BRING ME MORE BOOKS! I WILL HOARD THEM* LIKE A BOOK DRAGON! MORE BOOKS! MORE!

*before returning them on or before the date shown

[moderngirlbleachers]

i am so beyond sick of tiktok shop

[nerdie-faerie]

Started the year with 5 plates and now my second to last plate just cracked halfway through so I guess I gotta stop procrastinating and actually buy new plates now

[upperranktwo]

I know I say I love douma sm and all that but today I said I’d pick a cup of tea over him so I hope that tells you just how much I love tea 

[robotpussy]

annoyed that i bought enter the matrix for the og xbox and its not compatible with xbox 360 🤦🏾‍♀️

[reduced-sour-cream]

Shitty 50p Polish instant ramen >>>>

[my-secret-shame-but-fanfiction]

Save a Cow

Steven Grant x afab!Reader • Rating: 18+ pals •Masterlist• ao3• want to be tagged? | requestinfo• ko-fi •

Summary: Steven finds a badge in a charity shop.

A/N: I, erm... so I wrote this.

Warnings: oral (m! receiving), some dirty talk, swearing, pre-existing relationship with reader, over use of italics, typos, not beta read, railroad sentences, please let me know if I've missed a warning!

Word Count: 833

Steven had chuckled when he’d seen it. The pin badge in the little tray by the cashier's desk, it was one of many. Most were Happy Birthday badges, a couple with cartoon animals on them. But this one was the only that stood out. 

‘Save a cow, eat a vegan’, with a little cartoon bovine. 

The badges were 50p. He’d picked it up and put it on top of his main purchase - a book on prehistoric cultures around the world that he’d been trying to find for ages and despite usually selling for upwards of £50 online, this charity shop had only put £2.50 on it. It didn’t even look like it had been opened.

“That’s £3, all together.” 

Steven gave him a tenner and put the rest of the change in the donation pot.

He’d pined it on his shirt before he put the book in his bag, and continued about his day. 

In all honesty, he’d practically forgotten about it and the fact that he was wearing it had slipped his mind. 

It was only later on that evening, when you pointed it out as he walked in the door and was in the middle of taking off his shoes, that he remembered. 

“Oh!” He giggled, giving the edge of it a flick and grinning. “Made me laugh, didn’t it? Only 50p too! I also found-”

“Okay.” You said simply, dropping to your knees. 

Steven frowned, so completely bewildered for a second that he didn’t even catch the wicked gleam to your eyes. 

“Love? What are you-” he swallowed harshly, practically choking on his words as you ran your right hand up his inner thigh, while you palmed his dick with your left. 

You look up at him with a fake innocence. “I’m doing what the badge says? Saving a cow?” 

“Ohhh,” he let out a little shuddered breath as you undid his belt and unzipped his trousers, letting them hang low on his hips. His cock twitched, already half hard as his blood rushed downwards and heartbeat increased. 

You nuzzle him through his boxers, mouthing at his balls until a shaky groan slips from between his parted lips. 

“Love,” he shivers, fighting the maddening urge to buck his hips and push himself closer, to grab your shoulders and force you against him. 

You slowly hook your fingers under his waistband and pull them down his thighs. The second the head of his cock is free you lap at the tip eagerly, small firm strokes that has his stomach muscles twitching under the strain. 

Heat pools and twists in his belly, burning deep as you lightly suck his head into your warm, wet mouth. 

He lets out a groan, breathless and needy as his cock hardens quickly. You stroke his balls with your free hand as you suck him deeper, greedily taking more and more and Steven squirms, unable to hold himself back a second longer. 

“Love, fuck,” he pulls on your shoulders, grabbing at the back of your neck as he shallowly thrusts, encouraging you to match his frantic movements. “God, that’s good, that’s really good,” part of his brain isn’t working, can’t even register what he’s saying as nonsense falls out of his mouth. 

“You’re gonna have to suck harder, you know?” He shivers, bucking his hips and pushing his thick length to the back of your throat, “if you want to save a cow, gonna have to take it all, take all of me, let me come down your pretty throat,” he hisses as you whine, as you try and struggle to swallow around him. 

Your jaw aches, knees sting a little from the hard wooden floor, but Steven’s sounds are driving you insane, making you dizzyingly lightheaded with every cry and groan. 

You keep bobbing your head, salvia on your chin, keeping up with and surpassing his manic pace. You want all of him, every single part. And with each push he sinks a fraction deeper, inches closer to finally filling you completely. 

“Oh fuck,” he whines loud, his voice rising in pitch as the pressure in his stomach tightens to an impossible peak. “I’m, I’m gonna come, I’m gonna, love, ‘m sorry, please, can I-”

You suck hard, giving his balls a light squeeze and Steven all but screams. 

His hips buck twice, his fingers digging into your shoulders as he shoots hot, thick cum down your throat in a fevered rush. 

You swallow eagerly, moaning around him and holding his outer thighs to keep him steady as aftershocks roll through him.

He breathes deeply, swallowing air and you slowly take your mouth off him with a gentle pop. 

Steven sighs, his eyes glued to your lips as he traces the line of salvia on your chin with his thumb. “So good to me love,” he whispers.

You giggle and shake your head, suddenly feeling a little bashful. 

He grins, “but it’s my turn now,” he strokes your chin, “save a cow, eat a pussy?” 

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[muiitoloko]

Daddy’s Little Shopper

Summary: Frank, the doting shopkeeper, learns the art of compromise as Emma turns her pretend purchases into a heartwarming family memory.

Pairing: Frank Benson × Fem! Reader & OC

Warnings: None

Also read on Ao3

The soft afternoon light filtered through the curtains as you leaned against the doorframe, watching your husband, Frank, play with your two-and-a-half-year-old daughter, Emma. The sight warmed your heart. Frank, who always carried an air of authority and poise in his professional life, had transformed into a patient and doting father, fully immersed in their shared game of supermarket.

Seated cross-legged behind a tiny toy cash register, Frank adjusted his posture with exaggerated seriousness, his chubby frame looking almost comically out of place behind the miniature setup. His white hair glowed in the light, and his hazel eyes twinkled with amusement as he scanned an invisible barcode on a pretend can of beans.

“That’ll be £2.50, Miss Emma,” Frank said in his rich baritone voice, adopting a mock-professional tone.

Emma, clutching her little toy shopping basket filled with a mix of plush vegetables, plastic bottles, and random items from her toy box, tilted her head in consideration. “Two pounds fifty?” she repeated, her small brows furrowing as she processed the information.

“That’s correct,” Frank replied with a small smirk, watching her intense little face. “Quite the bargain, don’t you think?”

Emma shook her head decisively. “No, Daddy. That’s too expensive. I’m not buying it.”

Frank chuckled, his hooked nose flaring slightly as he leaned forward. “Ah, but you see, this is the best can of beans in all of the land,” he countered, holding the imaginary item up as though it were a precious artifact. “Imported directly from… erm… the magical fields of Bean-topia. Worth every penny.”

Emma pursed her lips, clearly unconvinced. “Still too ‘spensive,” she declared, putting the can back in her basket. “What about this?” She held up a stuffed carrot, its orange fabric faded from use.

“Ah, the carrot,” Frank mused, inspecting it with exaggerated gravity. “For you, my most loyal customer, it’s just 50p.”

Emma beamed. “Okay, I’ll buy it!” She reached into her tiny purse, pulling out a handful of imaginary coins, which she carefully placed in Frank’s outstretched palm.

Frank made a show of counting them, pretending to frown as he held one up to the light. “Hmm, this coin is a bit… suspicious,” he teased, raising an eyebrow. “Are you paying me in chocolate coins again?”

Emma giggled, her laughter like music. “No, Daddy! It’s real money.”

“Ah, my mistake,” Frank said solemnly, handing her the carrot. “Here you go, madam. One premium carrot. Enjoy.”

Emma placed it delicately back into her basket and moved to her next purchase, this time a plastic carton of milk. “How much is this?” she asked, her voice full of curiosity.

Frank tapped the register with dramatic flair. “For you, the milk is on sale today. Only £1.”

Emma gasped as though it were a miracle. “Wow! That’s not ‘spensive. I’ll take it.”

You couldn’t help but smile, your heart swelling as you observed their playful banter. It was these moments—so ordinary, yet so precious—that reminded you of the deep love and connection within your little family.

Frank glanced up, catching you watching them, and his smirk softened into a warm smile. “We’ve got quite the savvy shopper here,” he said, his baritone voice full of pride. “She’s already haggling better than most adults.”

Emma turned to you, holding up her basket triumphantly. “Look, Mommy! I bought a carrot and milk.”

“You’re a very smart shopper, sweetheart,” you praised, stepping into the room to crouch beside her. “Daddy doesn’t stand a chance against your negotiating skills.”

Frank let out a low chuckle. “I’ll have you know I’m running a legitimate business here,” he said, pretending to look offended. “And I’ll not be outwitted by a two-year-old.”

Emma giggled, placing another item on the counter. “How much for this, Daddy?”

Frank looked at the toy apple and leaned forward conspiratorially. “For you, my darling Emma? It’s free.”

Emma squealed in delight, clapping her hands. “Yay! Thank you, Daddy!”

You leaned in, pressing a kiss to Frank’s cheek. “Looks like the shopkeeper has a soft spot for his favorite customer.”

Frank turned to you, his hazel eyes sparkling. “Always,” he murmured, wrapping an arm around your waist as Emma giggled and continued her shopping spree.

[goblincow]

The first ever AMAZON STRIKE in the UK is one week away - and they need your support!

Respectfully asking if I can get a bunch of notes on this so I can show my phone when I go to the rally and let them see how much support they have! ✊

And here are the Amazon strike fund details to donate if you're able:

Name - GMB Midland & East Coast

Bank - Unity Trust

Sort Code - 60-83-01

A/c No - 33010410

Ref - Amazon

I'm pretty sure I know how this works:

Like to charge, reblog to cast!

Update:

Thanks everyone who has responded to show your support, here's a link to an interview with one of the GMB union officials earlier this morning after Amazon workers walked out at 00:00.

I will update again later today when I visit the picket, but as this is doing numbers here's a link to the official donation page: stick it to Amazon and show your support for the workers! Solidarity ✊

Update 2:

Some great fighting talk from union speakers willing to take on Amazon.

Strikers told me that amazon managers and bosses have been intimidating staff & taking advantage of the fact that many workers are on zero hour contracts & many are immigrants and they speak a lot of different languages, so they've been lining the hallways to watch them as they leave shifts and lying about the union by saying the union is threatening people and beating them up, all to pressure them to stay silent and be too afraid to communicate so they don't go on strike with their colleagues. But they wont win - the strike was national news, from Philip Schofield talking about Jeff Bezos only offering a 50p raise from his billions on This Morning to major news coverage throughout the day. At one point we were live on Channel 4!

I told workers and union officials that over a thousand people from tumblr who are mostly queer/trans/nonbinary/otherwise lgbtq+ wanted them to know that they support the Amazon strikers.

One striker seemed surprised by this and I got to talk to him about how lgbtq+ people are working class too, how lgbtq+ rights are working class rights, how none of us are free from exploitation until we all are, so no wonder the gay website supports you, and he seemed to really take that on board.

All the workers were grateful for everyone who showed up and thank you all for your support - this is just the start.

Fuck Jeff Bezos

[mycological-mariner]

So I bought this painting of the Cutty Sark in a charity shop for 50p. And on the back it’s got this placard - pretty cool, right? Obviously it’s staying

Obviously the frame is a little busted and it can’t hang but that’s a 10 minute fix.

So I remove the card first thing to save for later and —

It’s a fucking menu. And apparently a really fancy one - it got French words. I’m laughing my ass off because some guy cut out a description of the Cutty Sark from a restaurant menu and stuck it to the back of a painting of said ship. At this point I’m having a blast and joking that “Oh, what’s next, the painting itself is gonna be from the dessert menu, I bet!”

IT WAS THE FUCKING WINE MENU. And this has to be ancient because £1.25 for a bottle of wine?? 20p for a glass?!

So quite a few decades ago some guy stole a menu, took it home, then cut out the painting of The Cutty Sark and it’s description and framed it to presumably hang on their wall. And now it is in my home, on my mantle and whenever I have guests over they’ll go “Oh what a nice picture of a ship!” But they won’t know. Only I will know that it is in fact the front piece of a wine menu. Like. The process behind how this came to be.

I’m keeping this forever.

[the-insouciant-scientist]

Coins of the Neath! This is only about half of the project I have planned, but I figured it wouldn't hurt to show off what I have so far.

Descriptions and explanations under the cut!

Top left is a First City Coin. Described in game as having a cedar on one side, and a circle of script around either a face in profile, a pair of eyes, or an image of the Bazaar on the other side. The script is a mix of proto-cuneiform, archaic Sumerian ideograms/pictograms, and symbols of my own design, and is intended to translate more-or-less to "The Masters approach/bind the King to divide the earth, to guard his prince's heart. The Bazaar's oath to see the sun is the foundation and the destiny". It's roughly the story of the First City's fall, and the Bazaar's quest. The face is based on some representations of Gilgamesh, as a reference to May.

Top right is Hinterland Scrip. In game it appears to be more the paper money kind of scrip, but I'm from a coal and steel industry city and go nuts for scrip coinage, so this was a little self indulgent. It's a 50¢ coin since one scrip is about equal to 50p in game. The naming of the fake company is mostly just me wanting to both include hinterland in the name, and not have to cram in "the great hellbound railway company" on such a small coin lmao. 1899 is a personal reference to when I unlocked the railway. The punch design is a reference to FB's logo.

Center is a rat shilling! Not uh, technically coins, but I wanted to draw a rat. They're described in game as a flat piece of metal, sometimes a button, with a rat face scratched into one side and a knot of tails scratched into the other. One side reads "valid until no longer valid", which I find absolutely hysterical. I tried to invoke a kind of rostygold color to this one, since that's what it reverts to when the rat market closes.

Middle right is a Justificande coin. They aren't described very much in game, just that they're seven sided and say "one day you will forgive" on the back. So I took a lot of artistic liberties with this one! The seven headed serpent and roses are both very common Iremi symbols, so it made sense to me that they'd be featured on their currency.

Bottom left is a Fourth City Echo. Described in game as having a familiar profile of a spire on one side, and hudum writing on the other. Talking to the Numismatrix gives you further info that the writing is a promise for repayment, and a warning against using any other currency. I had to translate this through two different translators in order to get traditional hudum script (they use Mongolian Cyrillic nowadays more commonly) so it may not be perfectly accurate, but from left to right it should read "One Echo. The Only Currency."

And then bottom right is an Amber Ha'Penny. They're described as being tiny, sticky, and stamped with the image of a chain. It's supposed to be the same image of a chain on both sides, one being broken and one being forged, but I decided to have the sides slightly vary to reflect that better.

[disabled-dragoon]

I was watching a video by another wheelchair user and they were basically showing how inconvenient the timings of bus passes can be sometimes.

For reference, their bus pass is only for "off-peak" travel and does not work after 11pm or before 930am. Mine is the same, although I think if I show it I'm supposed to be allowed on for 50p (that's rarely adhered to, but still). It's different across the country, and I know at first glance that those times don't seem like they would be an issue in theory. But if you work, or you have an appointment, or you're a student or you just have to be somewhere during those times, then it's basically another redundant piece of plastic in your pocket.

The whole point of their video was basically the same as that "we're disabled, not werewolves, Daniel" post. Why doesn't it work during those times? Did they not consider the fact that people may need to use the bus during those times? They did link to a government petition to get this changed, but they didn't push it in the video itself, it was just in the caption.

Not once did they ever mention during their video an inability or unwillingness to pay for the bus themselves, but, incredibly, that is how some people have taken it.

I've seen takes along the lines of:

"It's the same for elderly people and you don't see them complaining."

"And?? Most people can't even get free bus travel."

"Your wheelchair stops other people getting the bus during peak travel times."

"Buses are cheap? Why can't you just buy a ticket like everyone else?"

"Other people need the bus, not just you."

And it just- pissed me off honestly. It might be because it's an issue I've ranted about before, or it might be the fact that half of their counter "arguments" had absolutely no relevance to what the original poster was saying anyway!

There are a thousand other issues with getting the bus as a disabled person- some of them those people even inadvertently brought up! The bus pass is just the bitter cherry on a rotten cake.

And if this is the way people react to that being brought up by someone who has to live with it, I dread to think what else they'll take issue with next.

[borninwinter81]

I was browsing the crowcore and corvidcore tags last night, and I realised I've kind of been doing this for a long while. I think I'm slightly older than the average tumblr user and not super familiar with these terms!

Most of my shiny things are kept in plain boring boxes and are intended for eventual use in sewing and crafting projects. Some of them were bought, but a lot were found, given to me, thrifted, or scavenged from clothing, jewellery, or items that may otherwise have been thrown away. I save almost everything, and I feel like many crafters probably do the same.

Here's the current state of my boxes. They need a tidy. In fact, after seeing some of the beautiful corvidcore boxes people have made I'm inspired to do one of those for the items I haven't used yet or probably won't use, but that I keep because I like them 😊

Here are some projects that I've used my shiny things for: a jacket I'm currently customising,

The inside of a watch which I turned into a pendant,

A Peter Rabbit 50p which i also turned into a pendant. There were loads of Beatrix Potter commemorative 50ps issued for general circulation in the UK a few years ago, but this was the only one I ever found. My mother in law has almost all of them!

Old keys that are now necklaces or earrings. I have a lot of old keys.

And this is a deconstructed pocket watch. I didn't frame it myself, I bought it from a charity shop, but I think it fits with the aesthetic.

And I feel like this post wouldn't be complete if I didn't show my crow's skull. It's resin but very realistic looking. I received it as a free gift from Hysteria Machine. It's meant to be worn as a necklace but I found it a little annoying as it's very large and heavy and was swinging about all over the place. So now it just sits on my desk.

[mortalityplays]

It's basically impossible to post this in any way that doesn't result in tumblr image compression coating it in vaseline, but whatever. Expand the image or don't.

A huge part of Unprintable for me is about overcoming the enormous blocks that have built up in my head over the last few years as a result of art spaces ceding more and more ground to commercial interests. Daffodils by Any Means Necessary was painted in about a day, using old dried up art supplies that I'd never got around to throwing out when my motivation dried up, and a length of brown packing paper that came with a new office guillotine I purchased this week so I could start selling prints from home.

The daffodils were on sale for 50p at the local co-op because they were only buds and already starting to brown and wilt after mother's day. I put them in a jam jar of water, and overnight they bloomed.