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A ceramic jar filled with thousands of bronze coins was recently unearthed at the site of a 15th-century samurai’s residence just north of Tokyo [710x470]

reblog in 30 seconds to find a clay jar of bronze coins

I waited 31 seconds because where the fuck am I going to put a clay jar full of bronze coins I mean honestly.
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thetatteredveil: shymagnolia: shymagnolia: so I got into grad school today with my shitty 2.8 gpa...

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so I got into grad school today with my shitty 2.8 gpa and the moral of the story is reblog those good luck posts for the love of god

okay so i just got my dream job??? a week after applying to it?? and now i’m thinking….maybe this is the good luck post

…..not even six hours later i got an offer of a well paying full time long-term job with free room and board in queens in nyc, allowing me independence and a way to escape an abusive situation and an unhealthy environment

likes charge reblogs cast, folks, this is the good luck post
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Single parent, dealer’s choice?

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Oooooo

Single parent Ardyn. Ardyn is bored af, hasn’t done the whole Vulcan mind meld on Ifrit yet, and happens to say the wrong thing to Besithia, who leads him on a droning tour of his cloning facility. Ardyn may well drop from boredom any second. He drags his feet and prays for sweet release, but Besithia keeps babbling about T cells or sheep or dollies or SOMETHING, and he’s done. He’s so done. He looks down at the table Besithia has stopped at.

There’s a baby on the table.

Besithia demonstrates with his scalpel. Ardyn promptly snatches the baby away before Besithia can do anything. The baby hiccups. They’re completely naked, which Ardyn vaguely recalls is something that’s probably not healthy for a baby in a chilly research facility. He holds them close, and the baby drools all over Ardyn’s crappy, ill-fitting clothes.

“Put the subject back on the table, please,” Besithia says.

Ardyn thinks about it.

“No.”

And that’s how Ardyn ends up escaping the Niflheim research facility with a cloned baby wailing on his shoulder, wrapped up in a bundle of discarded clothes.

Eventually, Ardyn makes his way to Insomnia. The baby—named Prompto, because Ardyn knew a Prompto in the royal guard once—is old enough to smile and laugh every time he sees Ardyn, and it… helps, a little, when the pain of Ardyn’s imprisonment creeps over him. It helps to have someone to care for.

He forges their necessary documents easily enough, and they become Prompto and Ardyn Izunia, refugees living just on the outskirts of the slums. Ardyn enrolls Prompto in daycare. He teaches him how to swim. He figures out how to cook without setting the house on fire. And yes, okay, he also hangs around the Citadel JUST A BIT, and yes, he DOES infiltrate the Crownsguard for shits and giggles, and YES, he is now on a first name basis with his brother’s descendant, but this is fine and healthy and not at all going to blow up in his face. Especially not when he invites Cor Leonis to dinner one night, and eight year old Prompto appears on his skateboard, having eluded his babysitter, and crashes one of the finest restaurants in the city.

Yeah. This won’t backfire whatsoever.
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