#goddamn cheapskates

[linumlena]

Up until recently ive been farming gift codes on microshit rewards. Then they put an end to earning points in multiple countries per day, and ive been sticking to just earning points in us using a vpn, which, yeah, is against their tos, but you can earn the most points per day in us. If i was earning points in my country it would take three times as long to get the same amount of points.

Now you cant immediately redeem points in a different country. And im checking if i can still redeem the points earned in us in my country - some indian dude on reddit claimed that the block on redeeming after switching countries goes away after a couple of days, thats what happened to him reportedly

So far after three days im still blocked

Im gonna be sad if im permanently blocked cause those gift codes were great for supplementing my budget lol

I know im breaking the tos but still.

God forbid women do anything

[aquamonstra]

Really cool and original that the SNW writers chose to make Pelia a Lanthanite, a long-lived humanoid species that hung out on Earth blending in with humans as history tourism for fun.

Which to be clear is TOTALLY DIFFERENT from Guinan's species, the El-Aurians, a...

*checks notes*

...Long-lived humanoid species that hung out on Earth blending in with humans as history tourism for fun...

[lozchi]

hii I just read your taehoon fic and it was so nice to read I love the way you write! May i request a gun x reader one?

Only your protector

A/N: Tysm! I wasn't actually planning on doing Lookism fics. Read my about page to see what I actually write about. But I thought about it for a while and an idea a few ideas actually popped in my head, so... Gun x reader it is. Pairing: Park Jong Geon x GN!reader Themes: Falling in love, Gun as your bodyguard, profanity, fluff (because I can't stop it), you as a Choi (you're siblings with Crystal now hahaha)

There are days where instead of Gun being your bodyguard who'll look after your antics, protecting you from danger far and wide, he'll be finding himself participating in your bullshit. He couldn't help but steal glances when he thought you weren't looking, his heart doing somersaults that had nothing to do with the threats around you. Instead of being ONLY a protective bodyguard, he acts like a... Totally not your boyfriend. Or at least, that's what he tried to convince himself. The way he got caught up in your schemes, the way his stoic demeanor cracked into a fond smile in your presence, it was all just an elaborate ruse, right?

Your charms, your quirks, they were slowly chipping away at his facade. Instead of not being smitten with your appearance in the same way how he doesn't with Crystal—well, you can say he's fucked up at this. This wasn't in the contract, wasn't it? Gun was supposed to be the impenetrable barrier between you and danger, nothing more. Yet, there he was, willingly letting you hop onto his back as you embarked on your reckless escapades from one shop to another. It was thrilling in a way that was entirely unexpected. Sometimes, a rather odd thought comes to mind. If there was something else that he could explore between the both of you, a connection that went beyond professionalism, beyond duty. The idea lingered like a persistent whisper, the notion of safeguarding you not as an obligation but as a lifelong quest, a mission of the heart.

The contract didn't account for these emotions, for the way his resolve wavered every time you laughed, every time your eyes met his—god fucking dammit, it's too much to handle. Do you know how much you make him feel? But rules and contracts be damned, because Gun found himself willingly tangled in the web you had spun. Whether it was the thrill of danger or the enchantment of your presence, he couldn't deny that he was hooked. And maybe, just maybe, he was ready to renegotiate the terms of his own heart.

✦•······················•✦•······················•✦ "Oh, why did you have to pick THAT?"

If there was one thing that he found quite odd about you, is that you're a goddamn cheapskate despite being the daughter or a snobby and rich ass geezer. Like, why did you have to buy the fakes when you have more than enough to buy a few more of the same luxury item? But it was probably just you being a well-spent person. In contrast to him wearing his lavish clothing. "Maybe I was broke in my past life, I dunno." You shrugged as you put the item back down, receiving a stare of disapproval from Gun. On top of your stinginess, was your fashion sense. Seriously, you could learn a thing or two from Crystal or Jay. But hey, it's all subjective in the end anyway. As long as you look good in it, that's what matters.

But that's the problem. Gun can't even be irritated at you with your choices, because to him, you look good—no, stunning, drop-dead gorgeous. A tiny part of him desperately wanted to step in and steer you toward different choices, ones that matched his own refined tastes. Yet, as he sighed and ran a hand through his hair, he resigned himself to the role of a silent observer. There you were, paying for your eclectic mix of purchases, and he couldn't deny that even if he didn't quite understand your style, he was thoroughly captivated by everything you did. After all, you were a paradox he was more than happy to be bewildered by. - Walking back to the car with a handful of bags in his hands and a few in yours, Gun can't help but admire the beauty on your face as the city lights shines down on you. Those lips of yours, an irresistible temptation, were practically begging for his touch, but alas, such thoughts remained confined in his dreams. "Do you believe in past lives?" What do you think? Of course, he doesn't. But if the idea amuses you, he'll play along. "No." Or not. Your pursuit of quirky topics persisted; each inquiry met with Gun's deadpan responses. Past lives, soulmates, – all of it was dismissed as nonsensical. He couldn't fathom why you'd engage in such conversations. Did the thought of you as a humble peasant in a former life, compared to your current extravagant lifestyle, thrill you?

"What about soul-" "Not even that." "Astrology?" "Pseudoscience and shit." "Aliens?" "Okay, you're just getting ridiculous." "You're no fun, aren't you? Do you even believe in love?"

The question hits him like a truck as if he were getting isekai'd into another universe. Bye bye PTJverse, hello SuperString . For a few seconds, he's silent, stopping in his tracks only for you to glance back at him. A smile tugs at the corner of his lips, whispering a soft;

"Yeah." "Being a pervert has nothing to do with love though." You earned a roll of his eyes and a huff, though a chuckle escaped his lips regardless. The banter between you two was as natural as breathing.

And so, the journey home continued, marked by your friendly bickering and his jacket over you. It was a dance the two of you knew well, a rhythm that spoke of camaraderie and something more, lingering just beneath the surface.

Yeah, fuck it. He's in love with you. Tagging @iloveparkjonggun

[johnnymassacre]

🧹

You ain't getting a 50! I was just jokin', I got a quarter in my pocket though. *Sets it on top of Drayton's head*

Drayton grumbles to himself "You goddamn cheapskate" he swiftly grabs the quarter and pockets it

[welcome-to-fazfucks]

Hello, everyone. How is life working at Fazbear’s? Are the corporate bosses still cheapskates?

Mike: “Oh, y’know how it is…complete and utter SHIT. And yeah, Handy is the same greedy bastard he was when I first started this job. Fuckin’ cheapskate who doesn’t give a shit no matter how much I complain to him. There’s literal murder machines on the loose and yet all he cares about is how much moola is in his pockets.” “…” “I hate this place so goddamn much.”

[gothicprep]

it’s getting too hot to run outside unless I decide to do it at 5AM – am I awake then anyway? usually. however, this does not control for the fact that the vibe is OFF at that hour of the day – and I’m too much of a cheapskate to pay for a gym membership, even if it’s a bobo gym like planet fitness. so I have one choice left… sneak into my moms house when she’s at work and use her treadmill. I only exist because she was one of two parties that wanted me too, and I think this entitles me to the goddamn treadmill.

[bikmui]

❛   cook .   present  my  muse  with  home - cooked  food . ❛   indulge .   find  my  muse  drinking  to  cope . ❛   wrap .   wrap  an  arm  around  my  muse’s  [ shoulders  /  waist ] . ❛  shunt .   shove  my  muse  backwards . ;( ❛   surprise .   send  an  unexpected  nsfw  image  to  my  muse .

you know its from the boy!!!!!!!! -unforgottcn <3

.loud & deafening silence | @unforgottcn | accepting

❛   indulge .   find  my  muse  drinking  to  cope .

❛   wrap .   wrap  an  arm  around  my  muse’s  [ shoulders  /  waist ] .

Whoever convinced them that going to Jake-fucking-Johnson's party was a good idea had better look out for themselves tomorrow, because they're in a bad fucking mood and the shit goon is doing nothing to help.

They take another sip anyway. Glare at the blaring music and the half-naked bodies grinding downstairs.

That could've been them. That should've been them.

Guys wanted to fuck them, girls wanted to be them, and all is right in the world.

Yeah, they decide. All is right in the world. Tomorrow, they'll wake up with a shit fucking hangover and they'll 'forget' to do their homework and Yone will look at his stupid little girlfriend and hold hands or kiss or whatever barf-worthy thing they do and they...

...They'll find some pretty new boy to play with. Kiss him and whisper something stupid, and he'll believe that they're his. Maybe they'll shove him against the lockers by home time and make him regret thinking that.

They take another sip of their shitty goon and across the room, their eyes meet Yone's. They watch with mild distaste as he whispers something to that stupid eyecandy of his, and makes his way towards them.

Doesn't he know how much they ache? Maybe they're stupid. The really, really stupid kind, because they were kids when he'd kissed them, pinkies entwined, and honestly, it was stupid to pretend that a silly little promise like that meant anything; would mean anything, close to a decade later.

Of course it didn't mean anything, because he had gone and found some vapid little bitch to be his girlfriend and he'd never even looked at them like that, had he? They take another sip of their goon and wish it was something stronger. Jake-fucking-Johnson is a fucking cheapskate and they are suffering for it.

"Bikmui."

There's fingers around their wrist and a furrow between his brows and they want to scream. Stop looking at them like that! Stop looking at them like he can't tell that they're a stupid dirty fucking whore. Stop looking at them like the reason he doesn't love them isn't because there's nothing between their goddamn ears.

Isn't because they're dirty and used and a useless fucking whore.

They jerk their hand away and there is nothing in their cup. Nothing to drown into. Nothing to pretend they're busy with, because they'd drained their cup and now he's standing in front of them, making that face like he's worried about them and they want to just fucking shrink or run away or scream or something because he won't stop looking at them Like That and all their secrets will spill out and then he'll know and then he really won't like them the way they like him and-

Yone pulls them close, arm around their shoulder like nothing ever happened and like they don't hate his stupid little girlfriend and all their thoughts evaporate because he's close, he's close, he's right there and they want to kiss him. They want her to watch as they kiss him because he's theirs and she is nothing.

Isn't that right? they want to ask. He's only ever loved them, right?

"I heard you weren't well last week. I was a little worried."

And they want to scream, they want to scream, they want to scream because he's so fucking close and why is he allowed to go around saying these things like they aren't knives every time? Like they aren't bleeding; like every fucking word doesn't cut deeper and deeper because he doesn't love them, he doesn't love them, he couldn't love them.

They hate to admit it, but sometimes their father is right. That they're a stupid little slut.

They know it.

"Yeah?" They say instead. "I'm fine now."

It had been a couple of pills and they were fine. They were fixed.

And a couple more days, but you can't fix their father's rage when he gets like that.

Yone gives them a funny look and they can't decide if it's better or worse, and they really want that drink, even if it's more shit, cheapass goon, because at least they'll be doing something other than looking at his pretty lips and wondering if he'd kiss them back. At least they wouldn't be looking like some stupid, lovestruck fool, standing on their tip-toes and wishing they could bridge the space between their faces.

At least their secrets would be safe, then.

"You know... you know you can always tell me? If things aren't fine?"

They don't look at him.

They don't look at him, because if they look at him, they might cry, and then everything will spill out and they won't be able to take any of it back. They don't look at him, because every little secret that they hold close to their chest is another secret that isn't ammo against them. That won't make him disgusted with them.

Because even if he doesn't like them, he's still here and they can pretend.

Sometimes, they accidentally call the guys they fuck, Yone, and no one's ever told, but that's because they give real good head and a few bribes here and there have kept those stupid assholes from spilling. But they know, you know? They know, that Yone wouldn't be all mean like those idiots get sometimes.

It makes them ache, every time.

But he doesn't like them. He likes that stupid vapid little bitch who's calling him over like she shouldn't be grovelling and begging and thankful that he would even look at her.

They want to scream.

"Your girlfriend wants you," they say instead, all poison and acid and cheap goon. "I'm fine."

They don't turn to see if he's looking at them when they get some more.

[protocolseben]

like there are acceptable standards for dating no shit, but when your friend decides to go home like 5 minutes right after eating at a themed cafe, like, why even go out then.

absolutely didnt bother like, checking out anything else in the vicinity either, made even funnier (worse) when the fella said was willing to check out a museum just 4 minutes away by foot yesterday, only to suddenly say 'nah' right after leaving it.

it's not even a cheapskate thing because they are awfully cheapskate, but admission is completely free l m a o

goddamn and i wonder why i do everything usually by myself, need better friends 💀💀💀💀💀

[the-new-kiddo-on-the-block]

A Detailed Report on Hawthorn Suites in Henderson, Nevada

(from a former Employee)

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Okay so as it's my last day at this miserable goddamn shithole of a job, so, in accordance with my leaving, I just want to make a cautionary remark to anyone in Vegas/Henderson who wants to work here:

DO NOT APPLY TO THESE ASSHOLES FOR SHIT. Don't even stayover.

Lemme explain-

Ok so, it seems nice, right? I mean, sure, it looks so nice, don't it? And the pay seems fair, and it sounds like pretty simple work.

It looks so spacious and clean and pristine-

Unfortunately, the truth lies within the poor reviews on Google, Expedia, Booking.com and Priceline.

These pictures? Hardly how the actual place looks, save the lobby and exterior photos.

The flooring is old. The walls are so thin that it's hard to get a good night's rest. Rooms have been put out of order, and they even have a condemned room on the third floor. Transients and all manner of folk come into the hotel, and as much I hate to say it, the managers on duty do not give as much of a shit as they say they do; they basically talk out of their asses.

Maintenance issues are a problem daily- from the elevator being down to the pool being cleaned, to tvs and baths and washing machines not working, to even leaks weeping from the floors above- and the place is severely understaffed. Everyone is working themselves stupid while the hiring manager stays home and barely comes in unless necessary; and is, suffice to say, an absolute weasel.

Think of Fawlty Towers with Basil, except nothing's fucking funny about anything happening there.

Now, some younger peeps and people who don't watch British television might not get that reference, but for those that do, you're the real ones.. and you know what I mean when I say this place is a heaping dung pile they try to shine up for hiring candidates.

They don't tell you upon hiring that they have several security cameras out, no door locks to the front or back entrances, several problems with their luggage carts, etc. They don't tell you that they run in with awful folk who will very likely threaten you, the company, and the job you have. They also won't tell you, probably until you're hired, that the elevator has major issues and, as I'm writing this, has been shut down already for over two months.

Did I mention that door locks often don't work and often need to be replaced in guests rooms, and god forbid it happen on swing shift? Cuz it's the front desk's responsibility, at night, to handle all guests needs.

Oh yeah, there's some fine print for ya. You have to work four different jobs at once.

And that's just the tip of the iceberg.

Now, I could just be saying all this, I could just be blowing hot steam at a job I have worked half a year for--

HERE ARE SOME ACTUAL GODDAMN REVIEWS ON THE PLACE IN THE LAST SEVEN MONTHS:

Y e a h.

And this is from more recent and unhappy customers.

Past coworkers have even reached out to me after only working a few shifts to tell me their horror stories and why they ended up quitting. Or even intending to quit.

Employees are overworked and underpaid. $13 an hour to be exact, starting. If you have some experience, they might bump you up for a dollar more before deciding if they want you as a manager or not. Then again, they already have three working managers as of this year, so they don't need someone to be in charge-

They need sheeple to do what they say and ask without question, cuz they think they'll get productivity out of it.

And if you don't believe me? Talk with some of the long-standing guests over there, who have had to put up with bullshit from this hotel. They can tell you just how fucked the place is.

The managers only care about themselves. They don't care who they drag under, just to look like the better person, but they're greedy cheapskates. Overcharging their guests, who just want a nice place to stay away from the Strip. Getting stuff as cheaply as they can afford just to make guests times at the hotel a little easier.

And by cheap I mean they literally will order stuff from China and Costco, just to get it at cheap prices.

It gets worse. I don't know how, but it does.

The turnover for employees is incredibly bad. Like, employees have quit within days or weeks of starting. Some have lasted a few months, some only a day. I have only been there since August, and the place is just run foul and falling apart.

And if you're still considering working here? Good luck. This place will burn out so much hope and good out of you.

If you're considering staying here as a guest? Don't. You can do better. You really can. Seriously. Check out anywhere else on Boulder Highway or Henderson, and book ahead of time.

Oh yeah, the prices are off too. Rooms are anywhere between $99-150 on weekdays, and on weekends that shit doubles and possibly triples, depending on events and holidays. And if you have a pet? You would be better off leaving it or finding it a pet hotel, because they will charge you $27.09 for a pet every single day of your trip, as long as it's under 50 pounds. And there's a max of two pets per room. And emotional support animals aren't bypassed by the Hotel, so, they're getting charged. They have to be full-on service dog to stay for free. Period.

Oh, and the security deposit they mention online? $100. One fucking Benjamin. And locals have to pay that deposit in cash.

Yeah, you'd be better off elsewhere. Whether it's for a new job or staying over, just go somewhere else. Not worth it. The only good that came out of my working there was that I gained a shit-ton of confidence and know how a hotel fucking runs. And I have a deeper respect for all goddamn people who work at a hotel.

So, thank you Hawthorn Suites by Wyndham, Henderson, Nevada-- for being such a shit job and teaching me resilience.

[kotoyin]

"Stupid goddamn dry wall, why can't cheapskate real estate put proper freakin' concreate in their buildings."

She's mumbling to herself as she tugs at a frying pan that has been embedded in the wall. Maybe asking Dot to hydro pump the dirty dishes wasn't such a great idea after all.

[beggars-opera]

Back in the 40s the T installed a fare to get off the train as well as to get on, because the system has always been that broken. So a song was written about the mythical man of Charlie on the M.T.A., who doesn't have the extra fare and becomes stuck there. Forever. Riding around in a never-ending circular nightmare because the city is corrupt and everyone else in Boston is a cheapskate who won't lend him a goddamn nickel. Adding insult to injury his wife throws him food every day but not money, probably because she's better off single.

The T responded by saying "to hell with it, he's our mascot now."

The fact that the Boston transit system has been a garbage fire for so long that our mascot is a sad little man who is literally stranded on the train until the end of time due to a fare increase. Charlie's desiccated corpse has been riding this train since the 1940s and everyone just sort of rolls with it it this point

[zodiacoracle]

I think what I don't get about "what is a special interest, actually" (as someone without testing and probably never will at this point so that's not gonna be an indicator) is that the materials I read about it are often like, it's something you've always had since you were a kid or something, except I often feel similarly about rhythm games which was something I picked up only when I was what? 17? But now if you're in my proximity within any period of time you will hear me bringing up something I know and/or like from it at some point. And god knows how long I've been going "oh just like my anime/manga/game", it's in my flesh and blood.

I've also tried asking to people once before but they were just like, "I know it is when it's dysfunctional/not normal" and I was like buddy I'm asking in the first place because I don't know where's the goddamn line of what is normal. Especially now that I've long departed from the normally expected adulthood pathway.

There is also what I sure know is dysfunctional is when you sink too much money/resource into something, and I think being raised a cheapskate and not having much to spend in the first place killed most of that tendency already. That this is my standard for dysfunctional probably also speaks more of that cheapskate mindset.

Also Asian childhood standards were probably a factor in there too somewhere.

[needleslace]

The asshole that owned this house before us was such a fucking diy cheapskate. Incoming rant.

He used plastic valves on plumbing for the house SO GUESS WHO DOESN'T HAVE WATER ON THE ONE DAY OF THE YEAR FUCKING EVERY BUSINESS IS CLOSED. I AM MC-FUCKING-DONE. HOLIDAYS ARE STRESSFUL ENOUGH BUT THIS GODDAMN MOTHER FUCKER WAS TOO CHEAP TO SHELL OUT THE EXTRA MONEY FOR THE PROPER VALVES FOR THE PLUMBING SO NOW HIS PENNY PINCHING IS OUR FUCKING PROBLEM. NO WONDER HIS WIFE FUCKING LEFT HIM! THAT WAS WHY THEY WERE SELLING, THEY WERE GETTING DIVORCED! IT IS MORE AND MORE APPARENT THAT THIS JACKASS CUT CORNERS AND CHEAPED OUT ON THE WORST POSSIBLE THINGS. I'LL BET HIS SOON-TO-BE EX GOT FED UP WITH HIS CHEAP ASS TRYING TO PENNY PINCH IN SITUATIONS YOU SHOULDN'T PENNY PINCH FOR.

I AM SO PISSED AT THIS JACKWEED. JUST FUCKING DO THINGS THE RIGHT WAY THE FIRST GODDAMN TIME YOU ABSOLUTE DOUCHE NOZZLE! HE'S AN APPRENTICE ELECTRICIAN AND SOMEHOW THOUGHT INSTALLING AN OUTLET DIRECTLY UNDER A PRESSURE PUMP WAS A GOOD IDEA. SPOILER ALERT: IT WAS NOT!!!! WE ALREADY HAD A PLUMBER OUT TO FIX ANOTHER LEAK HE SUPPOSEDLY FIXED!! IT WAS ONLY FIXED ENOUGH FOR IT TO PASS INSPECTION AND I WANT TO FUCKING DROP THIS ASSWAD ONTO A PIT OF LEGOS!!!

[fractallogic]

TLC: the channel where you can observe very ill people and call it entertainment

[im-trash-dont-mind-me]

Listen, do I despise the capitalist, materialistic nightmare that the December holiday season has become? Yes, god yes. I had to take out a goddamned £200 loan last year to not have people scream at me for “being a cheapskate”

HOWEVER

Do I also ADORE the smell of pine, cinnamon, orange and apple everywhere? Also yes.

[thegaybiochemist]

American higher education is pretty much my admissions advisor asking if I'd like her to send the links and information for sources of scholarships and financial aid...

The literally just getting an email linking me to fafsa then saying private loans can bridge the gap.