The Joy of Doing Taxes
This year taxes are due on April 18. We hope doing your taxes brought as much joy to you as it did to Minneapolis stenographer Marilyn Hynek when she filed her first income tax return in 1941.
Photos from the Minneapolis Newspaper Photograph Collection in the Hennepin County Library Digital Collections.
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I just love love love that there’s a guy wandering about Dungeon Meshi going, ‘but what are the socioeconomic and geopolitical consequences of this fantasy quest adventure, both while it’s ongoing and after its inevitable completion?! The skillset required to find and kill a Mad Mage is different than that required to responsibly, benevolently and effectively rule a kingdom. I personally must either find a good candidate, somehow make one, or, most likely, take on the whole Mageslayer/King role myself.” Except he doesn’t have the first skillset, and his whole party keeps dying while these highly competent chucklefucks wander past, kill and eat the monster, and save their bodies for the nth time. Kabru would demand to know if Aragorn is familiar with Gondorin tax law. His isekai energy is off the charts, because this is all exactly what I would do if dropped into a fantasy quest adventure, right down to repeatedly dying due to not actually being suited to the genre conventions.
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Possibly a controversial opinion but Ads being unavoidable by unskippable ads at the start of videos or taking up 3/4ths of a page of an news article you're trying to read is abhorrent and fucking sucks but I will never give shit to some small youtuber/streamer using up a minute of time to talk about a sponser that will pay them a whole whopping ✨$50 usd✨so they can have gas money this month
No Idgaf about the thing being advertised and its annoying as fuck to have shit constantly shoved in your face all the time 'buy this' 'buy that' 'consume this' 'buy right now big sale give us your money' 'consume capitalism catastrophe'
but I'd rather some creator get the advertisement money to help pay the bills rather than the sponser company spending that money for slots on a news website thus just giving that money to another big company and having loud ass ad videos play audio in the corner of a screen with an 'X' mark so faint it's almost impossible to turn off without muting the tab while I'm trying to read about medieval wheelchairs.
The car salesman would probably not advertise the cars if it didn't help pay the bills and the youtuber would not advertsie the goofy ass adam and eve sponsership if it didn't help pay the bills also. anyway i love ad blocker. This rant is brought to you by: a mean comment left on a youtube channel about craft tutorials mad that she had a 30 second sponsor.
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What if Skyfire is in Earthspark?
(The Maltobots Inviting Skyfire and Starscream with a game of Hide n Seek and Skyfire going full on curiousity.)
(Then Skyfire would be just laughing how to hide his big frame.)
Haven't watched G1 but I saw a few pics that got inspired for this.
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"All right, love?"
"Simon, the fuck is this?"
"Wanted a pet, yeah?"
"A pet, yeah. This?" A pathetic thing. A bundle of fur covered in dirt and grime and stunk up the flat worse than the dead mouse from a month ago. "This is no bloody pet!"
He'd come home from a deployment with a shit-eating grin across his unmasked face — a rarity, truly — his away bag slung over one of his broad (lovely) shoulders, and a bundle of something wrapped up in an old shirt in his arms.
You should have known better.
Should have known because when the pile yowled a sound akin to an eldritch horror and Simon had the audacity to laugh—a deep, low sound that would have you on your knees if it weren't at your expense— you nearly socked the man in the face.
It uncurled itself from the sopping ball that Simon had lain across the floor between your socked feet and Simon's steel-toe boots. Shiny boots too, aye? He could keep his boots clean yet couldn't remember to rinse the sink of his little pokey blonde hairs after a shave?!
God, it was insufferable. Man disappears for weeks to months, then reappears like nothing just happened? No 'hi' or 'hello' or 'how are you?'—
The thing yowls again, sending you skyrocketing across your living room to use the sofa as a buffer between you and the thing whilst Simon's antagonizing laugh rings through.
You're gonna kill him, you determine.
"When I said a bloody pet, Simon," your voice is biting, reminding the bloke in front of you of all times his mother had whelped at him for his own little spin on directions. "I meant a dog, or- or- a cat. Fucking 'ell, a fish would do!"
"What's wrong with it?" Simon deadpans with a raised eyebrow, those dark brown eyes filled with mirth as one of his booted foot slides the few inches in front of him and prods at the bundle of wet material and fur. The action causes another horror-like screech to erupt from it and the situation repeats itself once more.
Though, this time, you perhaps scream alongside it because the nudge from Simon's boot causes the thing to propel its tiny body forward, spearing towards the couch.
And unfortunately, you.
A few hours later, after multiple baths—yours unwillingly, his as payback, and the thing required at least two before your eyes stopped watering—the two of you determine that it was indeed a cat.
To which, Simon promptly named the thing “cat.” And you scowled whilst renaming it “satan.”
Congratulations on your new pet:
Cuppa Cat Satan Kentucky Bourbon the III, Destroyer of Sanities and Ankles.
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Anthro Au Survivor drafts feat. too much worldbuilding because I cant just put pants on a slugcat like a normal person & my godawful handwriting
The Survivor (Their full, scavenger-given name includes the 'The') was separated from their family while traveling between colonies and stranded in the dangerous unpopulated wilds.
Against all odds they managed to survive (and wander) far longer than they should have been able, but rather than reconnecting with their (or another) slugcat family, they instead made contact with one of the many wandering scavenger troops- But unfortunately not one that had ever met a slugcat nor had any idea what to make of a stranded one.
Regardless the group gave it their best, ended up committing to the role of slugparents, and The Survivor and their troop still consider themselves close family long after Survivor finally reconnected with their sibling. (They're a bit of a mess though, understandably)
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