#jellybean math

[presswoodterryryan]

✨ Bunny-Themed Algebra: A Playful Approach to Math

By Alice Hiya friends! It’s me, Alice the Brave, sparkly explorer of ideas and snack-powered genius! Guess what? My brilliant big sister Ariel wrote the smartest, coolest, brain-twirliest paper EVER about Logical Reasoning in Algebra. (Whew. That’s a lot of thinking words with no snack breaks.) She said algebra is like solving mysteries with numbers, and I said, “Only if I get to wear my…

[lucabyte]

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[misscakeshop]

As a repeated jellybean counting contest winner, I wanted to share with you all my secret so that you can win prizes too this holiday season.

As a young child and adult, I have used this method and won each time. You can guess the volume in this odd unit using these steps.

Identify the shape of the jar. Is it a cube, rectangular prism or a cylinder?

What I'm describing below is for a cylinder, the most common jar shape.

First, obtain RADIUS: If you are allowed to touch and pick up the jellybean jar, you can count jellybeans in a straight line across the bottom of the jar. If you are disallowed from touching the container, just count across the the top in a straight line. The full line across of this circle is known as the diameter. Half the line across is known as the radius. You can count all the way across and then divide in half. You may be cutting the jellybean in half and get a decimal when you do this. No problem.

Second, count your HEIGHT: This is the easy step. You just count the front face of the container. Count jellybeans in a straight line up the side of the jar. This is your height.

Plug and calculate: For a cylinder jar, your volume can be found by calculating 3.14 x RADIUS² x HEIGHT.

So multiply your radius first since PEMDAS tells us the exponent needs dealt with first. Squaring a number is just that number multiplied by itself. After you have that, multiply by pi and by the jellybean height.

The answer you get could be a fraction or decimal. More than likely, the person who put the jellybeans in the jar did not include halved beans. So round up your number if it ends in .5 or higher. And round down to the nearest whole number if it ends in .4 or lower.

**If you have a complex jar shape, mentally cut the jar where the shapes change! Then calculate using the different volume formulas.

I hope this helps someone win a gift card or impress someone at a Christmas party!

[venus2342]

There’s something really special about completing the end point of my mathematical study in life ever, the most important, theoretically hardest exam at what should be my peak, and then one of the questions opens with “in the bag there are 150 jellybeans. Some are red, the rest are green.”

Fills me with joy and a symbolic sorta something

[noahsarchipelago]

Today’s comic, in which Duke and Adam take it upon themselves to make fractions relevant to Ursula.

[lazysoulwriter]

same brain cell, same trip - chris sturniolo.

warnings: shroom use (recreational, not glorified), kissing, stupid jokes, mild swearing, two idiots in love

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You’d both done shrooms before.

Separately.

Which is why you thought you were prepared. You weren’t.

“I feel like a toaster strudel,” Chris said an hour in, lying sideways on the floor, staring at absolutely nothing.

You were on the couch, half upside-down, watching the ceiling breathe. “Because you’re warm and gooey inside?”

“No,” he frowned. “Because I’m flaky and confused.”

You absolutely lost it.

Laughed so hard you nearly slid off the couch. Your face hurt. Your chest hurt. Your teeth felt funny.

Chris looked at you and burst into laughter too, completely unprovoked.

“Wait—wait—” he wheezed, dragging himself over to where your legs dangled off the edge. “Are we laughing at the same thing?”

“I think so,” you gasped, “but I also might just be vibing with your soul right now.”

He crawled up, grabbing your cheeks in his hands, and squished your face. “We have one brain cell and it’s high as fuck.”

—

The kissing started out cute.

Like, sweet pecks and “I love your face” and “your mouth feels like jelly” type of cute.

But then it got sloopy.

Like. Wet. Sloppy. Absolutely no coordination.

“Wait,” you whispered between kisses, holding his face. “Do I have lips? Like. Still?”

Chris blinked at you like you just said the meaning of life. “I was just wondering the SAME thing.”

And for a solid five minutes, you both sat in complete silence, staring at each other’s mouths like scientists.

Then Chris goes, “Wait. Are we… kissing each other from the inside?”

You: “Excuse me what the fuck.”

—

You went outside because Chris was convinced the couch was trying to “eat his knees.”

(“I swear it moved when I sat down.”)

The backyard was peaceful. A little chilly. The grass felt amazing.

“Take your shoes off,” Chris told you, wide-eyed. “The earth is horny.”

“…what?”

“You’ll see.”

You did. The grass felt like fuzzy seaweed. You wiggled your toes and gasped. “Oh my god. You’re right.”

Chris nodded solemnly, like a wizard. “Told you.”

You laid down in the grass, heads close, looking up at the stars. At some point you both pointed at the same patch of sky and shouted, “HE LOOKS LIKE A PANCAKE.”

“No way we saw the same cloud,” Chris said, sitting up dramatically. “No way. We’re literally telepathic.”

You stared at him in awe. “Wait. Are we soulmates?”

Chris grabbed your hand. “I would literally marry you right now if the trees weren’t watching.”

“Yeah they’re judgmental as fuck.”

“Especially that one,” he whispered, pointing to a bush.

“That’s a bush.”

“Don’t label him.”

You apologized to the bush.

—

You spent an hour inside just looking at your hands.

Chris kept flexing his fingers like he was in The Matrix. You kept giggling because your fingernails looked like tiny jellybeans.

At one point, Chris gasped and stared at your face like you’d just spoken fluent dolphin.

“Your eyelashes,” he whispered. “They’re doing choreography.”

“They’re probably talking shit,” you replied.

He leaned forward, deadly serious. “Tell them I said hi.”

You couldn’t even kiss him after that because your face was too smiley and your lips didn’t know how to form a direction.

You just smooshed foreheads for a while, giggling.

—

Coming down was slow. Soft. Your limbs felt like jello, but the happy kind. You curled up on the couch together under a blanket, eating goldfish crackers like they were gourmet cuisine.

Chris, deadpan: “These taste like math.”

You nodded. “Like fourth grade. But make it spicy.”

Then he kissed your temple and whispered, “I had so much fun being weird with you.”

Your heart exploded. You turned to him, eyes sleepy. “We should be weird together forever.”

Chris smiled, big and crooked. “We already are.”

—

The next day, you both woke up tangled and confused.

“Did I cry because of a mushroom?”

“Yes.”

“And apologize to a bush?”

“Twice.”

“And did we… try to get engaged using a ring pop?”

Chris pulled the sticky wrapper from under the blanket. “I still stand by that decision.”

You grinned. “You’re insane.”

“You love it.”

“I really, really do.”

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✦ please do not copy, repost, or translate this work. © lazysoulwriter // i write with a lot of love and care, so please respect that.

[dronebiscuitbat]

Oil is Thicker Then Blood: Polarity

Chapter 1: Sanctuary.

Title By: @oogaboogaspookyman

BEEP! BEEP! BEEP! BEEP!

“Uugh…”

A drones hand, the palm scared with burns and the wear of nicks and cuts fumbles blindly toward the refurbished alarm on their nightstand, slapping the faded wood first before slaming the the alarm with their fist aggressively enough for the device to rattle.

The arm flops over the side of the bed with a deep purple cover, the soft purple LED on the back of their hand scraping against the hardwood floor as the being it was attached to attempted to go back to sleep now that the harsh digital beeping had stopped.

The bedroom was adorned with band posters, AC-DC, Metallica, Lamb of God, and Thousand Foot Krutch all haphazardly pasted onto the smooth wooden planks that made up walls. Two Guitars hung up on the walls, a purple hued electric one and a simple accostic one just below it.

On the desk, just in front of the bed, was a homebrewed laptop, thick and bulky, the top being stickerbombed with skulls, bats, and stars. Currently, there was a progress bar displayed for pirating music.

The grey office chair in front of the desk was old and slightly damaged, long scratches that had been patched and patched again throughout the years.

Along the three shelves that dotted the room, there were animal skulls, one with antlers, another with goat horns and sharp teeth, and yet another with a long snout and six eyes, paired with those were small trinkets, a lava lamp, a never-solved rubric’s cube, and a well worn, well loved little bat plush.

A lavender colored bean bag sat against the wall, squished from being used over and over and over again.

Filtered sunlight peered through the window, and a symphony of exotic bird sounds could barely be heard through the thick pane of glass that made up the window.

Light snoring filled the room as the drone fell asleep again, the blankets shuffling as they adjusted.

The door flung open.

“Tera! You're gonna be late for school again!” Came an older, yet familiar voice, her hand on her hip. Purple hair now tied in a long braid that went over her shoulder and signature beanie absent. She wore a dark purple sweater under a lack leather studded jacket.

Uzi Doorman sighed as the only response she got from her daughter was a deeper snore.

She raised her hand; a purple solver symbol appearing in her hand and around the blanket edge, pulling it off and exposing her 17 year old daughter. Long, black, messy hair, a tank top, and many scars covering her body, a darker grey standing out against the white of her chassis.

“Ter. Ter!”

“Huwah?” Tera grumbled, Sleep Mode message switching to a very sleepy display of closed eyelights, her hands come up to cover her visor. “Ugh. Mooom… Five more minutes…?”

“Uh-huh… and five more minutes turns into twenty and then an hour… Been there Jellybean. Get up, school time.” Uzi replied as Tera sat up, rubbing her visor and yawning, showing off a fearsome display of fangs.

“Schools stupid… Didn't you drop out?” Tera asked, waiting until her optics calibrated and everything wasn't a blurry mess.

“To raise you. And you know… I wasn't getting straight C's in all my classes like you.”

“It's great parenting to call your kid dumb Mom.” Tera sassed back. “And I get A's in Athletics and Biology!”

“I'm not calling you dumb, technically I'm calling you average.” Uzi smiled. Leaning against the doorframe. “Athletics is a gimme. I'll give a point in Biology though.”

“You try sitting still and listening to Mr. Riker drone on and on about math. Which. By the way, we're computers. We do that automatically. Why do we have a class for it?” Tera stretched, her back and shoulder joints making a grinding noise as she very subtlety winced, so subtlety her mother didn't notice.

“Same reason why you have a C in it.” Uzi chuckled. “Though arguing with you feels too much like arguing with myself, so I won't egg you on.”

“Gracías…” Tera replied, standing up and stretching out her long tail with a purple head on the end, the tail yawned too, blinking sleepily. Tera opened her inset closet and pulled out a red flannel shirt, which she slipped over her tank top.

“Still gotta go though.” Uzi said as she walked down the hall and down the stairs, her boots making them creak.

“…Bite me.” Tera grumbled, her tail twitching in irritation.

“Hah!” Came floating up the stairs, making the teenager roll her eyes.

She grunted as she bent down to grab her bag sitting next to her desk, a simple black duffle bag that had already been packed the day before. Her joints groaned and creaked, stiff from sleeping.

She pulled the bag up over her shoulder, and used the head of her tail to shut the door behind her.

The door directly in front of her in the upstairs hall was labeled Bishop, the shiny silver metal his name was ingraved on being well polished, compared to hers, which was dull and rather neglected.

Further down the hall, at the very end, there were her parents room, ingraved in the same way.

The only other door wasn't ingraved yet, but that belonged to-

“Sissy! Big Sis!” A pair of twins, currently both sitting at the kitchen table right next to each other, four years old and only te minutes apart, though if you asked the eldest, Bolt, it was twenty.

Bolt looked more like N, yellow eyelights and silvery-blonde hair, in a tiny, toddler sized worker body, smiling like a maniac at quite literally everything.

And then there was A.K, he shared the hair color of his brother but inherited his mother's purple eyelights, he was slightly quieter, instead holding dearly onto a dragon plushie as he awaited breakfast.

Speaking of breakfast…

N hummed as he wore a brightly colored pink apron that said ‘Kiss the Cook' Taking a tray of heavenly smelling oil cakes; a small pastry with oil filling, out of the wood-oven and setting it aside.

The Kitchen was decorated with pictures of family, Tera on her first day of school, the twins on the day they were born, N and Uzi on their wedding day…

And the largest, most center picture of the whole family, one twin each being held in N and Uzi's arms, with Tera standing in the middle and a Dissasembly Drone with thick, round glasses and a long, brown flowing duster that nearly touched the ground, his expression was deadpan, and attached to the duster was a thick leather book.

“Morning B! Ter!” N called in Tera's direction, making the teen turn around to lock into the white eyelights of her younger brother, 16 year old Bishop Doorman, with thick round glasses and long brown leather duster he used as a labcoat.

“Good Morning.” Bishop hummed back politely, face stuck into an engineering book the moment his greeting was complete. His tail, a white vial complete with a stinger tapped against the floor. “Oh, Tera's actually going to school today?” He sassed in a near monotone inflection.

“Put a sock in it, nerd.” Tera hummed back casually, sitting at the table and flopping her bag at her feet.

He rolls his eyes and ignores her, though both of thier tails are wagging afterwards.

N put a plate of oil cakes in front of them, giggling when Uzi thanks him with a kiss on the cheek.

“Ewwwwww.” The twins whine.

“Gross.” Tera agrees, popping the cake in her mouth and snapping her jaw, making it explode warm sweet oil into her mouth.

Bishop doesn't notice, his head is still buried in his book, though he does stab a cake with his tail and then put it in his mouth.

Uzi pulls N down to genuinely kiss him, exaggerating the wet and content sounds to spite and embarass her children.

Tera groans and looks away out the kitchen window, finishing her breakfast without looking at them, the twins cover each other's eyes.

“You should be happy your parents are still in love!” N said as soon as he regained air in his lungs, looking happy and content as his tail wagged behind him.

“I am. I just don't wanna watch my parents suck face.” Tera replied, her voice dripping with attitude as her tail picks up her bag for her, she drops her plate in the sink and waves her family goodbye without actually looking at them.

“See you after hells over.” She says as she opens the front door. Only for her mother to protest. “Not in front of the twins!”

The door shuts behind her.

She leans on the railed walkway that lead up to the Doorman residence, looking down on the town below…

Nestled in a clearing of giant, towering trees, though not enough of a clearing to endanger the solver drones down below, a repaired and functioning pumpjack was working away at the center of the walled town, houses stacked on top of each other to fit inside the circular shape, it was early enough that there were very few drones out and about yet, aside from those on thier way to the school building, through a small street that lead away from the open courtyard.

The Doorman residence was the tallest building, the second being the town hall located just across the pumpjack, and it was almost a labyrinth of walkways and stairwells to make it up to it.

Partly because walking to it had been an afterthought.

Tera shook off the last vestiges of sleep as her bat-like wings unfurled from her back, the hands on the ends flexing and the organic joints inside popping before she took off into the air, sending leaves and misplaced refuse blowing out around her.

The small settlement of Sanctuary (N's name when they first started building and it stuck.) Consisted of about 500 drones, the surviors of the now extinguished planet of Copper-9, and their decendants.

The houses wrapped around the pumpjack, two floors stacked on top of each other to accommodate every family who lived there. Though that wasn't the whole of Sanctuary.

There was a gate that led to the outside, defended on either side by manned watchtowers. A barracks that sat next to the town hall where gaurds were trained with the weapons they could make without advanced machinery.

Swords, spears, axes and bows, the medieval weaponry of old human civilization coming back to aid their spiritual successor in a new, alien environment.

A medbay and nursey sat next to that, for every gaurd that got mauled by the wildlife, or every pump worker that got their fingers stuck in the gears.

Past the medbay was a wooden paved street that lead deeper into Sanctuary, and just inside this is where Tera landed, spooking some students lingering outside the school building.

Her wings folded back into her body as she adjusted her bag on her shoulder and began to climb up the few stairs to it's double doored entrance, sighing heavily before she pushed open the door… and walked inside.

Today was just another day.

[sm-baby]

Instead of profanity, do caine and abel just shout out things like goodness gracious and “YIKES!”

They sure do... 🤭

I think its really funny how I can figure out their home lives just from the brothers... as well as what their parents were like (Adam and Eve)like these weren't even intentional..

Caine is HoH, that means they probably learned ASL, and had habits like turning the light on and off when entering Caine's room

Caine was compared to Able a lot

Caine's autism was probably undiagnosed

Caine was probably emotionally neglected as a kid

Caine never thought to reciprocate Pomni's flirting, meaning he was raised to be a gentleman

They say things like "YIKES!" "E gads!" "Jumping jellybeans!" Which probably means their parents liked old era media and they picked up their language and interests.

Both Caine and Able were into theatre meaning it was a very artistic household

Both Caine and Able know SEVERAL languages (this is a reference to how bots have different language translations) and are very linguistic

Both the brothers are also very good with math so like

[vanteguccir]

How many jellybeans would it take to fill Chris’s bedroom

girl let's admit it, chris would be eating all of them, its impossible to fill his room 😔✋🏻 (a million? I'm terrible at math

[kennyswurvegurl]

Very Specific Chai Headcanons 3!!!!!! Cuz The Bestie [@novamation12] and I have procrastinated taken our time crafting only the finest ideas for the man.

This has been rotting in my drafts so long that TANGO FUCKING LIVES so take this in celebration

He had a joke book as a kid. Got super proud of himself when he earned a laugh out of anyone. It's a bit dirty from all the times he took it to the playground.

One time Peppermint gifted him hair extentions as a joke and spit out her drink when she saw him rocking a little ponytail the next day.

Loves the smell of jellybean grass. Has a jar in his closet.

As a kid, he had the most played School of Rock DVD ever.

At least one stray dog has tried to steal his sling from him in his life.

It's because he often hid snacks in it. Mainly Cheezits he loves those.

Has sunk way too many hours into minecraft. Pretty decent builder, nothing too elaborate but still nice.

Has purchased a cat ear headband for the SOLE REASON of matching with 808.

Absolute BEAST at the handheld WarioWare games.

Has broken 3 wii remotes.

Wants to try dnd but sucks at the math shit. He's Trying.

I had a dream he named his guitar Penelope so let's just roll with that actually

[lottiette]

can you please make a billy thunderman x reader story? i loved the one headcannon of him kissing the reader while they study! it was so cute omg <3

Billy Thunderman x Reader

“Kisses First, Study Later”

Authors note: I will! I’m so excited you asked! My first request and my first fanfic so I apologize if it’s bad. I am open to any feedback I hope you enjoy feel free to request other things. I hope you enjoy!

Warnings: none (sorry it’s short)

Genre: Fluff

You were siting at the desk in his room going over equations on the homework. “Okay, so then you find the square root then multiply.” You try to explain while looking at the equations, but Billy isn’t paying attention. Instead he’s twirling around in his chair. “Billy!” You shout, getting his attention. “Are you even listening?” “Huh?” “Billy, you have to pay attention and know how to do this if you want to pass.” “But this is boring” he groans. “Can’t we do something else?” He pleads. You sigh and close the math packet. “Fine. I guess we can work on English.” “English!? I already be spoken perfect English. See!” You look at him with squinted eyes trying not to laugh and you nod your head. “Right…well if you’re not going to work on your homework, then I’m going to work on mine.”

You push his books to the side and open yours. You tie your hair up(sorry if you’re bald I don’t know what to tell ya😬👩‍🦲) and tap your pencil. “No! Don’t do that.” He tries to protest but you ignore him. You mumble to yourself the equations and the process to solve them. Not long into your homework Billy decides that your homework is torture and he needs to save you from it. He scoots his chair closer to you only inches away. He stares at you lovingly then gets an idea.

He kisses your cheek and wraps his arms around you. He slowly moves down to your neck, giving it gently kisses. “What are you doing?” You ask him. “Nothing….just showing how much I love you.” He continues to kiss on your neck. “Billy…” you try to protest but before your next sentence can come out he steals your lips with his. “Bil-“ he captures your lips again “Shh” he pulls you closer, practically in his lap. “You know how you get doing schoolwork.” He peppers your neck in kisses. He lifts your chin up and kisses you deeply. You give up on trying to stop him and kiss him back. He picks you up bridal style. “What are you doing?!” “Carrying you.” “Put me down I’m too hea-AAA!” He throws you on to his bed and you roll to the other side. “Billy!!” He just laughs at you and crawls on top of you. “You’re so cute Jellybean” He starts peppering your whole face in kisses again and you giggle. “That tickles.” “Really?” He raises his eyebrow and smirks. Then he attacks you! Tickling under your armpits and sides. You can’t stop laughing. “Stop! Oh- em gee!!! Stop!” He doesn’t stop he goes for all your week spots. In self defense fight or flight mode you grab his pillow and smack him in the head with it. “Ow! Hey!” He laughs as you gain the higher ground. He grabs a pillow of his own and tackles you down. Ya’ll are rolling around hitting each other with pillows, laughing and screaming, when you both roll off the bed together. He covers your head as ya’ll fall so you don’t hit it.

Once on the ground you hit him with the pillow smothering him. “Okay! Okay! You win cutey.” Ya’ll roll over on the ground and just hold each other for the moment as you laugh trying to calm down. “Wanna watch a movie?” “I guess” you fake groan and giggle. As he picks you back up and on to the bed.

“but after the movie we’re studying.” “Alright…” he smiles at you.

[bluew0lf123]

I got hit with a sudden burst of PH drawing energy after a nice mini conversation and I made a drawing I’m actually very proud of!

First off, do you think Sprat and Professor ever almost ran into each other while the Professor was running through time? I wonder…

The Professor is so cute I know I drew him but still—and I like to imagine at this moment that they pass by Sprat is reading some math thing while The Professor is being shown a scroll with some history written down on it.

I feel like some of Sprats resentment for the Professor in the modern day comes at least a little from a sense of loneliness since without his cult he doesn’t seem to really have anyone but I do thinks it’s still a lot of jealousy and selfishness too but I tried to also reflect that in the art since I imagine people would’ve probably loved the little fuzzy time traveler :]

ALSO TWO BONUS VERSIONS BECAUSE I WANTED TO GIVE THE PROFESSOR A LITTLE CLOAK TOO OK

He even gets a little jellybean brooch :D

[steph-anie723]

probably my WORST confession/inbox thingy I've evder given but here are my top 10 hear me outs in no particular order Donnie - Donnie Darko Kendyl Yokoyama Ike Broflovski, Post-Covid - South Park Stuart McCormick - South Park Indiana Jones but specifically from Raiders of the Lost Ark Tommy - Life of Luxury Peter - Hereditary The Boiled One Jellybeans...like literal jellybeans if you search "cursed south Park images" you will find an image of a blow up Cartman chair. that's a hear me out as well ok I gotta go study for some dumbass math midterms byeeeeeeeeee -Jack

was so curious on some of these guys so I made a chart based off if I understand your taste in characters,,,, which I fear I lowkey don’t 💔💔

[peptorising]

Also, as a guy who loves math for some reason - I know a lot of people aren't liking the toy pit polls very much, but I thought it was fun. If you don't want to see "answers" (I don't have anything super concrete, just possibilities) don't click ahead.

Since they're polls, the first thing I thought is that oh, it's not quite like the classic jellybean jar thing. Sure, you can make an estimate, but you're given numbers that are already pretty ballpark, so it's just like guessing a multiple choice question.

However, because there are answers, and those answers are connected (numbers that add up to a sum), you can reduce that guessing from 4 multiple choice questions down to just one. Better chances!

It was a little tedious but I'm bored and love math, so I added up all of the possible combinations of paw/horse/crab numbers from the polls and only four combinations (out of 64) match any of the sums in the sum poll:

235 + 277 + 247 = 759

235 + 299 + 239 = 773

242 + 277 + 283 = 802

242 + 313 + 247 = 802

(Probably. Could be wrong.)

From then it's just a guess. I like the second number the most. :)

Edit after voting: wow, that's. Really funny, actually. The most votes on the sum poll are for the only option that isn't even possible based on the given numbers. Haha.

[rocksibblingsau]

Hey! I wanted to ask if you had any ideas on currency for rock and pop trolls. (I think pop trolls would be the type to exchange services on goods while rock trolls have some form of money)

Also sorry you’re going through writers block :(, hope you get through it soon!

Currency is the bane of my existence because trolls apparently must have some sort of currency because Rosiepuff 'plays for the money'. I do enjoy them having a barter system for some things, though their market seems to have reached a level of industrialization in The Beat Goes On/Trollstopia (Having factories and fast fashion) that would likely be a little difficult to manage. One example is Smidge's stoutberry juice business. It pops up and the crowd moves so fast on it that I imagine having to barter for a single glass of juice for every person would be a bit more difficult than bartering for weekly groceries. We don't see her exchanging it for anything in the episode but she does explicitly refer to it as a 'business' that would be jeopardized by competition, so she is gaining something from it.

I also think 'favors' would make things a bit difficult especially during their time at the troll tree. Imagine making a huge deal only for them to get eaten before you can collect.

A friend of mine has them using jellybeans as currency, which I find on brand and hilarious.

Honestly I could see Pop Trolls having 'money' but it works a bit differently. Money is paper based and anyone can make it at any point they wish. On it, rather than numbers or pictures of troll-ified presidents is nice words. Everyone has different takes on it and the more heartfelt the words written on it increases its value. This would mean you couldn't just mass produce it, because it wouldn't be heartfelt and so it wouldn't be worth much.

Since they're personalized, unlike our money you can't take the money you were just given and use it to pay someone else. As you can imagine you'd be buried in 'money' fast so that's what the bank would be for. Holding on to all your lovely money so you could read it any time.

I also imagine that this would be why canon Branch would want to harvest his own supplies so much! He never made his own 'money' and at the time there likely wouldn't have been anyone who would have accepted it because it wouldn't have seemed sincere. After his colors came back I imagine he made some and was a bit worried if it would be worth anything, but every time he used it everyone could tell it was worth a lot because he put a lot of effort into trying it, so most places gave him extras of whatever he was trying to buy.

These would have definitely been popular during their time under Trollstice. A perfect pick me up to sit and read over all the kind notes!

Rock Trolls I could see having a money system closer to ours, as they're a LOT more industrialized than TBGO Pop Trolls and we know they have some sort of 'pay' concept since Barb tells Riff "I don't pay you to hear."

Since Riff replies that he's not being paid, he's doing it for college credits, it would also imply that they don't have a barter system, as doing it for college credits would be virtually the same as receiving a 'favor' so there would be no reason to clarify that.

The only difference is I imagine their economy isn't in shambles. Riff isn't buried in student loans.

Of all the tribes to most likely exchange favors, I could see it being Country.

The intermingling of tribes would probably create the need for a standard currency or exchange rate, as I can imagine Rock Trolls don't want glittery notes as payment. Honestly I could see the Funk Trolls coming up with some sort of conversion system so that among your own tribe you could keep your standard money or go to a Funk bank and swap in so you can visit Symphonyville and not have to do any extra math.

TY for the well wishes and the fun question! I had a lot of fun turning this over in my head.

[fandomwe1rd0]

Reasons why I kin Morty starting with the least concerning then moving up to most concerning

I mean I did one with everyone's favorite toxic old man sooo might as well do our precious baby boy, especially since I relate to him more1.

I look younger than I actually am

2. I have a similar fashion sense

3. I am very socially awkward

4. I used to stutter

5. I am introverted

6. I am bad at math

7. I've got one friend

8. I got bullied at school (Junior year at high school fucking sucked-)

9. I am anixiety personified (I've got generalized anixiety disorder babyyyy)

10. Nobody notices when I'm gone

11. I have very low self esteem

12. I have bad luck with romance

13. I am the punching bag of my family

14. I don't stand up for myself

15. I don't like confrontation

16. I was emotionally abused (I'm fineeeeeee)

17. Mr. Jellybean.

18. I think everyone secretly hates me (I'm FINE)

19. I was forced to grow up too fast

20. Lost my innocence at a young age (I'M FINE I'M OK I'M FINE)

21. I care about people even when I shouldn't care about them

22. I care too much about what others think

23. I push my anger down

24. I am sick of my abusers shit but am not doing anything about it.

25. Self loathing babyyyyy

26. Suicidal thoughts babbyyyy