#spread the wealth

[fixtionvixen]

Sweat rolls slowly down your neck and into the frayed edges of your tshirt as you sit at the desk, trying not to look like a melted popsicle while the tiny elderly woman in front of you bemoans her hectic day. You furtively glance down at the clock on the computer screen, holding back a sigh as you see it's only been a minute since you last checked and 15 since she started talking. Most days, these customers are your favorite. Knowing that these women got dressed up in their nicest outfit, put on their shiny brooch, just to come see you made the long days worthwhile at times. But today, today it seemed as if the universe was pulling a prank on your patience level and how much you could take.

A summer storm had rolled through the previous evening, knocking out half the power in town and leaving the other half to hook up extention cords for their neighbors to use while they waited for the power companies to straighten them out. The streets were lined with bright orange cords and small gatherings in the businesses lucky enough to maintain their electricity. The bookstore however, was not one of them.

Smiling at the woman in front of you while circling around the desk, you grab the books she bought on small town romances and sexy bakers and insist you help her to the car, using the brief moment outside to breathe in the rain air and let the breeze, however warm it is, cool the sweat on your skin. You glance back inside the heated store, hearing your coworker and one of your best friends low tone describing to the electric company on the phone why a bookstore is one of the most important places for the power to be turned back on quicker, her reasons getting more outrageous the longer she's on the phone, just to frustrate the man on the other line. Waving goodbye, you make your way back onto the porch, thinking you'll just close the store to avoid starting a war with an angry electritian, before you notice your business neighbor walking towards you. Had you not been madly in love with your husband, you'd set the town gossip line on fire with this man as every romantic at heart craves a good trope like the baker and the bookstore owner.

Simultaneously thick and lanky, scruffy face that offsets their tamed hair, ripped jeans over black chucks but a white tshirt with pink frosting smeared on it, the next door neighbor was a constant contradiction that looked mean but was sweeter than his blueberry scones. He stops and hands you an orange cord you hadn't previously seen in his hands, explaining his generator allows for extra power if necessary, and he'd hate to see those books get ruined from the heat, casting a glance and smile into the store as raised voices pick back up behind you. Grateful for the offer, you immediately run into the store, past your friend who's head is now fully on the counter, no phone in side, to pull out your biggest fan and placing it near the doorway to pull in the fresh air. He stands near it, causing a cloud of flour or powdered sugar to float into the air off of him and onto the floor when the fan kicks on. He stumbles out an apology while you simply brush his words away, opening your mouth to make a horrible baker joke, only for you to watch in slow motion as your other best friend, in a hurry to make it to the store and not paying attention to the cord dropped outside, rushes up and into it, on her two feet one second and airborne the next.

Before you could make a sound, the baker with his flour dusted hands reaches out and easily catches her, wrapping long fingers around her arm and using his body to break her fall. He adjusts his grip on her, brushing back her hair from her face to look for himself that she was uninjured, knowing full well there would noy be any wounds. They both looked curiously at one another for a moment longer than necessary before they both simultaneously began awkward rambling, him asking if she was okay and apologizing for not moving the cord while she tries cutting him off to thank him for catching her and shooting you a glance that could have said anything from "did you accidentally curse me again to fall" to "when did the baker from next door become a smokeshow." Nudging your friend so she also witnesses this meet cute, you rest your chin on your hand and smirk at the scene in front of you, waving the neighbor away as he strolls back to his store, casting glances behind him only a few times to find her still shocked and staring at his ass appreciatively.

She turns to you in the doorway, mouth still hanging open slightly as her brain catches up to the last minute of her life, before she starts laughing and asking where the margaritas are. The three of you share a look of understanding, a summer day in the heat naturally calls for lime and tequila, and the store that was so unbearably warm becomes more tolerable with your two favorite humans crowding the desk and avoiding asking any questions about the interaction that just happened, waiting to see who would break first while you discuss who's place has power to host margarita Thursdays. You offer to invite the neighbor as a thanks for the power cord, earning you a snort of laughter from one and a gasp and slap to the arm in dismay from the other. Grateful you have such a wonderful set of friends, you laugh off your joke, but still notice how her gaze lingers past your shoulder and out the window that looks directly into the bakery window, perfectly highlighting the man in question. He looks up, catching her eye, and in true contradiction fashion, his face turns red as his mouth ticks up in a grin, shooting her a wink before moving out of her vision. Oh how interesting this will be!

[velvetporcelain]

pretty girl energy

i woke up- i feel glorious, full of truth, beauty, love, and pure trust.

trust in myself that i will be able to redirect all triggers into ammo.

trust that i trust the way of the universe, in its highest form of favoritism.

while my aura may be engulfed in demonic flames, it provides warmth, growth, nurture to my surroundings, spreading a wealth humanity has never encountered before.

so it be.

-x

[anarchistabsol]

Saw some folks on reddit are boycotting Zuckerberg. You should too.

[egberts]

sometimes scrolling tumblr as a poor person is like being slapped in the face with classism over and over again. really have come to understand that the majority of posts on this site are made by people with at least middle class earnings, and geared at those same people or higher. that one poll that was like "how much did your parents make" and of thousands and thousands of votes 100k+ was the most picked with over 25%? oof. eye opening. and I don't mean this in a shamey way or anything, people are clearly speaking from their own lived experience and if you've never been dirt poor it can be hard to conceptualize, even if you've been kinda poor it's hard to know what life on foodstamps and hud is like until you've been there, and I think that's where a lot of broad spectrum assumptive takes are coming from. just a lack of understanding of who the audience actually is

[neodafloof555]

:3

could I offer you a legendary Tommy innit screenshot in these trying times

always

[dindjarindiaries]

🚨 STOP! 🚨

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[starscelly]

things i think are important for those who wish to experience miro roope shrimp colors btw

[divinationsanctuary19]

New subliminal

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[finitevariety]

Umberto Eco (1995) 'Ur-Fascism', New York Review of Books, 2/14

[gingermintpepper]

I've seen so many interesting and fun greek myth ships over the years both divine and mortal supported by text and just for fun, and yet I fear tonight, I will be throwing my hat into the ring as a propagator of niche greek myth ships because like, no seriously how is Aristaeus/Dionysus not already thing.

[bunniesandbeheadings]

Got Alison Weir’s The Passionate Tudor, aka her historical fiction book about “Bloody” Queen Mary I of England from the library

I’ve heard nothing but bad things about it.

Let’s go!

[joeyisourranger]

jared. what are these lines

[nameless-and-joymaking]

Make a poll of your favourite female characters (no limits - as many or as little as you want) and see which your followers like the most!

I was tagged by @kringas

im tagging @judelaws-hairline @ezrazone @atollon @ideab4nk @owlpuddle

[12percentspider]

Saw that the omfd billboard thing went the way of dashcon and "all or nothing" and "officer and mr truffles"

Get scammed fuckers

"Big in Japan" by Alphaville ten hours in celebration

[girlinyourphone]

vintage fashion content creators: you can't just ask me where i get my clothes they're VINTAGE I spent YEARS building up my wardrobe foraging thru estate sales im NOT gatekeeping YOU simply don't understand how vintage fashion works!

me in the comments: Tell them what's on the tag. anyway. Does anyone wanna see My List? hit my dms :)

[littlevelvette]

Shoutout to me for surviving the racist ableist ass experience that was grad school. 5 years of my mental and physical health being wrecked for this fucking institution.

Fellow graduates, did u know that you can donate a portion of the gift money you got to relief funds for Palestinians?!

Do it!!! :)

It’s easy!

Free Palestine!

Consider these donation links! What if you turned a 20 into four 5 dollar donations!!! It’s that easy!!! Do a lil math if you want to donate more! Spread wealth however you can!!!

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