#atm cash deposit

[techgurusaurabhsblog]

PNB ATM में Cash जमा कैसे करें || How to Deposit Money in Account By PN...

[werewolfbarista]

painstakingly counting out the tip money ive been saving up Just In Case so i can get new piercings for my bday 2morrow..................

[quaranmine]

surprise money is huge because once I have an old purse I don't use to my little sister and my stepdad told me there was a ton of cash in there and I was just??? about it. bc how do I forget about money like. ended up giving my lil sis $5 for finding it lol

spend the money on a nice lunch or something! or just deposit in savings lol

right like!! how DO you forget????

I'm definitely depositing it in savings haha but I have to hold off since I need to physically go to the bank to deposit cash and there isn't a location near my apartment. (I use online banking and direct deposit most of the time, or use an ATM if I need cash, so I don't commonly actually have to go to the bank lol.) I may keep some of it as emergency cash, since in general I rarely carry cash.

[alias-mike]

me when im still trying to FIND someone who can fix my phone its actually joever (i can only access my bank account in the app because i forgot my online banking password and the reset function doesnt work)

[dullahandyke]

read an article abt dental hygiene and disability that was like 'yeah disabled people should brush their teeth twice a day and floss and use mouthwash ^_^' thats great however i havent regularly brushed my teeth in over a decade so how about we get a little more specific

[kon-konk]

Granted I am prone to very strict budgeting, but somehow I managed to squeeze all my bills that needed to come out of this paycheck plus the NIJISANJI purchase I'd been wanting to make (they have sold out of the Mysta acrylic stand for the Luxiem 1st anniversary but I found another I really liked that was low stock and damnit I'm going to have a Mysta acrylic stand if it means ransacking the fucking warehouse) and still have some extra money

From a paycheck that is way less than what I'm used to making.

So... Like... Good on me.

[unknownalone]

love being broke and out of food hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaaa

[palmer]

Your ATM bf like fuuuuck baby please make a deposit please please baby please I need it insert your card into me ffffuck yes baby don’t take it out please please leave it in me fuck leave it in me until you make a big fat deposit fill up your savings with that big fat wad of cash oh fuck baby your account is so fucking full ohhh my god that feels so fucking good. keep going please baby I want all the money you have deep inside me. fill me up oh my god you’re so fucking good. please. fuck yes please baby ohhhhhhhh. do you want a receipt?

[queerlyglittering]

I remember one time when my brothers and I were kids, my mom decided it would be a good idea to camp outside in tents in my grandparents' yard when we were visiting them in northeast Texas (I think for their 50th wedding anniversary, or maybe a family reunion or something). My little brother woke up in the middle of the night needing to pee and just SCREAMED, nearly gave me and my mom heart attacks, because he "could hear monsters outside 😱" Mom unzipped the tent and lo and behold, there was an entire family of armadillos snuffling about outside our tent looking for food 😂

hi i just found your blog. how do you feel about armadillos? they are like the isopods of the mammalian world

I feel like society lied to me about armadillos. My whole life I thought they were desert animals but I've spent a lot of time in north arizona, utah, Mojave, death valley, etc. NEVER seen a single armadillo. Not even a trace. I thought maybe they were just super elusive like cougars or something. Then I drove ONCE through Tennessee and saw over 50 (dead) armadillo. If you're not from the US, Tennessee is not a desert its like lush rolling green hills and trees. I feel LIED to. Like what if one day you woke up and discovered Alligators arent from the swamps but like from the rocky mountains or something. I'm not saying there's never ever been an armadillo in the desert but its just not a fraction as common as I'd been lead to believe.

[ceasarslegion]

Reminded of it now because I'm e transferring a friend for my half of our movie tickets but did you know that they don't have e transfer in the states? Like I tried to do it for my friend laney when I visited her and she had no idea what I was talking about. Like you can't just send your friend 20 bucks over text and have it instantly deposited into their bank account by clicking a link you have to go to an atm and take out cash or wait for PayPal to transfer to your bank

Americans will never know the joys of setting the e transfer security question to "why are you gay"

[joemama-2]

A SPRINKLE OF CURIOSITY

a/n: part two to “made with love”.

word count: 1859

toji x reader

tags/warning: angst, fluff

find part one here: made with love

toji wakes up with a pounding headache, like always. he really doesn’t want to get up but he knows he has to. rubbing his bleary eyes, he can faintly make out what room he is in. not his.

he can tell by the cleaner walls, the faint scent of something floral and a woman he doesn’t even remember the name of passed out to his right. from the view of her bare back on display, he can piece together that he had maybe a little too much to drink last night.

toji never stays long enough for them to wake up, so like routine, he finds his scattered pieces of clothing, putting them back on. it feels uncomfortable, dried semen making the boxers feel a little too tight. and like the stealthy man he is, he slips out the bedroom and apartment without much noise.

he doesn't even remember what city he's in, but he can only assume it's not close. having picked up a small job shiu assigned to him yesterday in the hokkaido prefecture, he hasn't been in the comfort of his own place for a couple days now.

he slowly walked to the nearest ATM, pulling out his card to check his balance. and would you look at that? still 0. now he’s pissed. he’s stranded in some city he doesn’t know with no money to get back and the job he was there for in the first place didn’t even pay him. those motherfuckers.

he huffs and pulls out his phone, calling his handler's number. without even waiting, as soon as he picks up, toji is quick to express his annoyance. "where's my damn deposit?"

shiu's tired chuckle sounds through the receiver. "relax, it's a weekend. won't come in until tomorrow."

of course. "then how the hell am i supposed to get back?"

"like you have a home?"

toji's eye twitches, grip tightening around the small cellular device. "keep talking, i'll rip that tongue out your mouth."

with a sigh, the other man responds. "jesus christ, you can't go one day without bitching. i left some cash in your pocket."

"how much?" toji's hand feels for the money, reaching in to grab it out and count it, balancing the phone between his shoulder and ear. "is this enough for a train ticket?"

"if you didn't use it already, then yeah."

and another huff before toji closes the screen of his phone, effectively ending the call.

so this was basically the lead up to where toji currently finds himself. after hours of a stiff chair that hurt his ass, stiff air, and the smell of elderly all around him, he practically throws himself into his small, run-down apartment and onto the mattress. there's no bed frame, hell there's barely anything inside, but it's enough for him. the tiny sheet crumples underneath his large form as he gets comfy, a small sigh escaping him.

everything is just as he left it, dishes in the sink, an old takeout box and the counter and the TV playing some who knows what show. damn it, was that on the whole time he was gone? now his bill will be even higher. there's never a moment of peace with toji, even after days and days of where he honestly deserves it.

his eye peak open, hand reaching for the remote to shut the TV off. just as the screen blanks, something instantly catches his attention. one that makes him sit up, despite his fatigue. it looks so out of place, like it doesn't belong. and quite frankly, it doesn't.

the pink box is vibrant against the cold surface of his kitchen counter, standing out like it directly has a light shone on it. it's almost taunting him, enticing him to come closer. and toji has never been one to show a lot of self-restraint. when it comes to you though, he didn't think he could try harder.

but he finds himself standing up and walking to the box. the heart drawn on top causes an eyebrow to raise as he opens it. there's nothing inside. after having got home from the encounter with you, he was hesitant to bite into the first cookie. but he's glad that he did. they tasted better than any other sweet he had tasted. the powder littered his lips and the soft jelly exploded into his mouth like fireworks. before he knew it, all five treats were gone in the matter of minutes.

but the box is still here for some reason. why he kept it and now threw it out as soon as he finished is questionable, but toji chalks it up to being lazy. because why else would he keep it? he sighs and closes the box again.

he falls back onto the mattress, eyes glued to the ceiling that has cracks and some mold growing. he really needs to move out. that thought is quickly thrown out when something else invades his brain. you.

your voice, your face, your stupid smile, and the words you told him. "love." the oh so holy pastries were made with your love. you were obviously joking, but an idiotic part of his mind entertains the idea that you weren't.

his head shakes. what are you doing? why is he acting this way about you? he barely knows you, you just own the bakery he knows. you're nothing more than a simple person who has no business getting involved with him. no, he has no business getting involved with you.

you're too kind, too sweet for him. he can't even see himself with another woman right now, not after his wife. at least, that's what he thinks. either way, there's no way someone like you would be interested in him. you probably have a loving family, a loving boyfriend. all in all, you have something going for you. you have things to lose. he doesn't. oh and of course, the main part of it all,

you're a complete normie.

you probably don't even know about curses, let alone sorcerers. you're probably one of those people who blame it on life's obstacles, the unwarranted negativity. but maybe you're just so damn positive all the time that you do literally the opposite of attracting curses. curses are formed from negative emotions, and you don't seem like you have those. that's what he thinks.

you see, toji has a very bad habit of assuming things. he's here having this entire dilemma on the kind of person you are when he knows jack shit about you. that's wrong, he knows. but toji....toji does a lot of wrong things. a very shitty justification, but toji is a shitty person.

would you think so too?

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it's been about a week, give or take, since he last saw you. but no matter where he goes or who he's killing, it's like the simplest things remind him of you. this is unhealthy, honestly. growing attached way too quick and way too easily, he has a lot of things to fix up on.

pink reminds him of you. puppies remind him of you. rainbows remind him of you. sweets remind him of you. and the sun reminds him of you.

so as you can see, you're everywhere he goes. following him when he wants nothing more than to get away. you must be a witch.

he just wants to gouge his own eyes out at this point, anything will save him from the restraints of adoring someone. he likes to think he's strong. wait no, he knows he's strong. but for some reason, you make him weak. and toji hates being weak. he confronts those who try to make him seem like he's anything but the terrifying killer he is and makes them beg for mercy.

which is why, he's currently back in the god forsaken place that started it all.

and what are you doing? greeting him like he's an old friend, like you've known each other for years. it makes him sick.

"you're back." you say, almost sounding relieved. do you always greet customers like this? or is it just him? "did you like my love?"

he wishes you would just stop referring to your treats as your damn love, it makes him want to hate you even more. "yeah." is all he says, a small scowl present with his arms crossed over his chest.

"tooooold you." you chuckle.

he wants to scoff at your cockiness, at your playfulness. can you just stop being so damn cute? silence follows as he stares you down, but you don't look the slightest bit bothered by it. why aren't you? do you think you're better than him?

"i'm assuming you came back for more." he didn't, but you're already completing the same routine as last time, picking a box and filling it. "we have some new ones this week, so i'll give you some of those. unless you really liked the ones from last time, we still have the custard ones, so i can give you that to--"

"what's your name?" he cuts you off, firmly.

you momentarily still, eyes flicking back up to his over the counter, he's still looking at you. as you stand back to your full height, you're slightly confused. however, you tell him. "y/n."

he knows he's in deep shit when just your name gives him butterflies. and hearing you say it? he just wants to grab you from over the counter and kiss you until you can't even rem--

he clears his throat. god, he's too horny.

"y/n what?"

"y/n l/n."

"are you lying?"

you snort a laugh. "who lies about their name?"

you're right, who does do that? "suspicious people."

"am i suspicious?" your head tilts in an frustratingly adorable manner.

no, he thinks. you're anything but. you seem like you wear your heart on your sleeve and you just seriously might be the most genuine person he's met. but then again, he doesn't know you, so this might all be a facade. you might actually be a two-faced bitch. "a little."

you hum softly and nod. with a small look to the ceiling, in thought, you say the most ridiculous thing ever. "well, how about we change that?"

a scoff breaks through. "how?"

and he supposes this entire time, you were filling the box and closing it back with the same sticker and heart from before. "you can get to know me." scratch that, that was the most ridiculous thing he ever heard you say.

"no." is his automatic response.

"why not?"

"i'm not looking for friends."

"we don't have to be friends." you say, sliding the box over to him. "but we can know each other's name at least. and since you already know mine......" you trail off as he gets the hint to what you're saying.

hesitation floods him because you really could be a spy or a fake. telling you his name could be dangerous and what if you try to report him to some authorities or something.

he's overthinking if you couldn't already tell.

but, he's getting older and probably won't have much more time left with what his occupation is. he's taken risks before, so what's one more? and again, you're right. how can he assume you're not really who you say you are if he doesn't find out himself.

so, with a deep exhale, his fingers twitching against his arm, he tells you. "toji fushiguro."

[rebirthgarments]

TLDR: Yes!

Part 1 of a learning series with @Se3raj.0 and Sky from Rebirth Garments about the current conditions in Gah-zah . If you learn something today please consider supporting Seraj at

bit.ly/serajfund

You can also read the full interview I did in the feb 25th GFM update!

@hibiscusly and I have been fundraising for Seraj for a month now! We have noticed that as soon as Ramadan started , support for many Gah-zahn’s GFM’s have gotten stagnant, our friends in Pal-eh-stein need consistent ongoing support in order to survive!

[Image descriptions: text graphics made by @love-notes-to-survivors adapted from my interview with @Se3raj.0 !

Image 1: text reads “Can people in Gah-zah receive money?” On top of a photo from the news of people standing on top of rubble

All of the other text graphics are in pink and black text on an ombre yellow to pink background with text that says “Dough-nate to Seraj: bit.ly/serajfund “ at the bottom of each slide.

Image 2: A few weeks ago, we connected with Seraj, a 20-year old IT student currently in the displacement tents with his family in Gah-zah, taking care of his family unit of nine and his extended family. We were able to confirm this via video calls with Seraj.

We learned the following information as to whether people in Gah-zah can receive funds and how from Seraj:

Image 3: There is only one ATM available in all of Gah-zah

In the whole of Gah-zah, there is only one ATM, which is in Rafah. There are no other banking facilities available, and there is a lot of crowding around this one ATM.

Image 4: People in Gah-zah who have money, such as merchants and somewhat rich people, deposit their cash into the bank in case an emergency happens, such as being displaced again, and their money is taken by the soldiers. This way, their money is in their accounts, rather than being on their person.

Image 5: How do they receive funds?

When Seraj and others receive money from a payment processer, like PayPal, they transfer it to the bank.

Image 6:

How do they receive funds?

They then go to these merchants or the other people who have money, and transfer the money to their bank accounts. Then they receive the money from them in cash.

Image 7:

Seraj is currently fuhnd-raizing for food, water, medication and supplies for warmth and cooking. If you’re able to, please contribute to his survival fund:

bit.ly/serajfund

End image description]

[yellowsubiesdance]

i’m legit so angry about this, and i’m fighting to contain my rage

i’m gonna lose my fucking mind 🫠

[diazsdimples]

Trapped in a bank during a robbery au + buddie

Pls ignore that this has been rotting in my inbox for months 😬

I'm going with established Buddie here cause why not. Buck & Eddie are at the bank because they're depositing a whole load of cash Christopher managed to fundraise for his basketball team (or some other reason) when there's an almighty bang, and someone suddenly starts yelling at everyone to get down on the ground.

Buck and Eddie hit the deck instantly and try to find something to hide behind, and mange to pull a bank teller and an elderly lady to safety behind a booth. They both go a little into first responder mode, but also can't stop giving each other small touches as a reassurance that they're both still there, they're safe, everything is okay.

And everything is okay, until it isn't. Buck spots a young girl crying in the open and goes out to get her and bring her back to the shelter spot with Eddie and the others. He creeps very low to the ground, trying very hard not to be seen, gets the girl in his arms and tells her to be quiet, and is almost back when he's seized by the back of the neck by one of the criminals.

Eddie tries to fight them to get Buck, but Buck is dragged into the middle of the room, where a gun is pointed to his head. He's used as incentive for the bank tellers to empty their registers (or however that works, it's been a hot minute since I've been inside a bank fsdkjhdfs), and there's a very tense moment where it looks like they might end up taking him as a hostage, but at the last second when their demands have been met, the guy holding him whacks him on the head with the butt of the gun and throws him to the ground before they make their escape

Eddie finally gets to Buck and holds him in his arms, checking him all over for wounds and wiping away the blood from the cut on his head. He doesn't let go of Buck until the police and paramedics arrive, wanting to check Buck out and take statements, and even then he's within reaching distance at all times. Buck has to get checked out at the hospital for a possible concussion, and Eddie stays with him the whole time, kissing his hair and holding his hand. When Buck gets a clean bill of health and is sent home, they vow never to go to the banks again and use ATMS instead

[raptorific]

I'm sure some people with lots of fancy degrees from business "school" probably have access to harder data than me but I went to a concert recently where the venue proudly boasted being Completely Cashless at all of its food/drink/merch tables and based on the chatter in the crowd that cannot possibly have made them additional money. Absolutely everybody hated it. The cashiers found it exhausting. The customers found it exhausting. It did not speed up the process, at all.

Most people who actually agreed to buy something with their card walked away saying that they guess this is It For Them because they didn't want to have to put a lot of purchases on their card. People had brought wads of cash with them to keep to a budget. There were "reverse ATMs" for these people to deposit their cash and receive a disposable debit card with that amount of money on them. Absolutely zero lines for these things because nobody at all was using them. Nobody looking to get smashed on overpriced drinks at a concert or spend $40 on a T-Shirt is looking to add a second step to that process.

Again, maybe some people who've "studied" business and economics might have some hard data that shows that overall Cashless Transactions do increase profits but the "we hate cashless and are consequently spending less money than we otherwise would've" vibes at this event were PALPABLE.

[collapsedsquid]

I have sort of made fun of Eisenberg’s philosophy as a quirk of crypto, but I guess that’s not really right. It’s a quirk of music streaming platforms too, and online advertising markets, and financial markets. Basically much of modern economics, and life, has the following characteristics:

1 Everything is intermediated through some depersonalized automated electronic exchange. 2 The automated electronic exchange has a mechanism — how it actually works, what the exchange’s software allows you to do — and also rules, the terms of service regulating how you can use the mechanism, which are fuzzier than the mechanism and written in small print, things like “don’t do fraud” or “you have to be a human” or whatever. 3 The mechanism is much more legible and salient than the rules, and in a depersonalized electronic world people treat the mechanism as the rules: They don’t believe that the rules exist, because the rules seem to contradict how the service works. The basic description of Spotify’s mechanics suggests Smith’s alleged arbitrage; if he didn’t do it surely someone else would.

Everything is like this. We talked last week about the “infinite free money Chase ATM glitch,” in which people on TikTok discovered that if they wrote themselves a fake check and deposited it in an ATM and then withdrew the money, they’d have “free money.” Everyone used to know that (1) one way to get free money was to write a fake check and trick someone into cashing it but (2) that was obviously a crime. But now you don’t have to trick anyone into cashing the check: You just go to a machine and put the check into the machine, and if the machine gives you back money then surely that’s just how the machine is supposed to work?