A friend of mine posted this. Reblog to save a life!
goodrx.com will find the cheapest pharmacies in your area for your prescriptions and offers a discount program at no cost for some pharmacies (some don’t require the prescription to be cheaper at that pharmacy, it will provide a link to the discount card if it’s needed to get the cheaper price).
obviously not applicable to here but reblogging for americans because your health care system gives me second hand anxiety for all of you
GUESS WHOSE GETTING THEIR ABUTEROL!
Goodrx is pretty much solely responsible for me being able to initially try triptans for my migraines, since at the time my insurance didn’t cover them.
I use goodrx for my dog’s seizure medications, it’s a lifesaver, if I didn’t I would be playing $150 a month, when it’s reduced to about $70 a month
Note: hard times include things like busy schedules, deaths in the family, miscommunications, growing pains, a partner losing a job, struggles with just growing as people and a couple, etc. Getting through hard times isn’t “this person keeps mistreating me but it’s just hard times so I’ll stay.”
What is not considered a hard time: Verbal abuse Physical abuse Emotional abuse Spiritual abuse Cheating Lying
Buffoonery
Tomfoolery
Good clarification
Let them know!
what love is: work
what love is not: constant pain bc the other person doesnt give half an asscheek about you
I feel like this post came at a good time to smack me in the face.
A whole bunch of senators have signed and sent a letter to Ajit Pai, demanding him to once again delay the FCC’s vote on a net neutrality repeal until he comes clean about his sh*t. The letter even called
out
the FCC on their use of bots to unfairly tip the balance in favor of the repeal.
Your voices are starting to pay off, but the battle is far from over. If you haven’t done your part yet, please contact your senator or local representative and let them know how much you DON’T WANT net neutrality to be repealed.
Don’t stay silent! Positive change doesn’t come from apathy or inaction. If you keep this up and then some for as long as necessary, you guys could win this battle and stop this looming threat on an open internet.
Dean brings it up one day. They are having breakfast in the map room, Sam is out for a run and Cas has jam on the corner of his mouth. The most eloquent thing Dean can come up with after he’s been rolling it around in his head for months is, “So, marriage?” Dean tries to keep his cool, he tries not to squirm, to settle his heart rate, to not behave like a tween who’s just met her idol in person.
“Yes,” Cas says and Dean’s heart feels like it is about to jump straight out of his chest but Cas isn’t done, “It baffles me that some humans think they can speak for God when they try to withhold two people from getting married. Marriage was around before Christianity and if it was ordained by God then why do human think they can impose restrictions on it?”
Dean deflates, it’s going to be weeks before he has the courage to do this again. “Yeah man, that’s messed up.” He manages weakly.
Dean keeps his eyes on his half-eaten sandwich but he can feel Cas looking at him.
“In ancient Greece people could get married simply by holding their beloved’s hand and stating their intent to marry.” Cas says and Dean can hear the smile in his voice before he looks up.
Cas is looking at him with what Dean has fondly called his serial-killer-in-love look. No matter how much Dean loves it, it is still disconcerting to have all of Cas’ attention so firmly on him. When Cas looks at him, Dean feels like he is really seen, not just his outside, not just his soul, but all of him and Cas loves it all. It is the most wonderful and terrifying thing.
“Oh?” Dean chokes out.
“Yes,” Cas confirms and extends his hand across the table towards Dean, who takes it. “No clergy, no civil servants or pieces of paper. Just…” Cas places his free hand on top of their joined ones and his gaze becomes, if anything, more intent. “I marry you, Dean Winchester.”
Dean isn’t sure whether to laugh or cry so he does both and he adds his free hand to the pile on the middle of the table. They sit there, like a couple of dumbasses, their sandwiches shoved to the side, holding hands over central Asia, just smiling and staring.
Dean says, “I marry you, Castiel.” and he kisses the jam from Cas’ mouth and that’s that.
(They do is the modern way too, a few weeks later. They go to the court house file for a marriage license under Dean Campbell and Castiel Winchester (that way they both still get to be Winchesters) and come back the next day.
Sam is there and Claire and Jody. Dean cries again and the justice of the peace smiles when she pronounces them married. Cas kisses him in a way that is maybe a little inappropriate for a government building.)
Moral guardians today: “Lootboxes in videogames promote gambling to children, normalising harmful behaviour that will follow them into adulthood while simultaneously incentivising predatory business practices that prey on susceptible groups of people for financial gain.”
Me as a child getting home from school in 2001: *immediately spends the next hour putting 50k neopoints into Brucey B’s actual literal slot machine on the neopets account I shared with my sister*
Okay, but lootboxes were being paid for with real money, not virtual money? And the initial anger was never about gambling anyway. That was just a clever tactic to get Facebook moms to notice and speak up.
Fun statistical fact: Cows are about 300 times more likely to kill you than coyotes.
Minor sidenote to statistical fact: If it was common for people to keep several hundred coyotes on their property and routinely chase them into a corral and handle them, this statistic would be different.
So the head of the art department has been subbing in for my Portfolio and Campaign class because our regular prof had spinal surgery and now has six million follow-up appointments, but the point is, she thinks I’m a Responsible Adult for some reason, and since it’s a studio day, she asked me to put on something “Seasonally Appropriate”
…
KLEZMER MARIACHI IS TOTALLY SEASONALLY APPROPRIATE. HANUKKAH COMES FIRST THIS YEAR ANYWAY.
Anyway, that’s set off a game of “Music that’s ‘Seasonally Appropriate but not actually Christmas carols” and let me tell you I’ve never had the cass agree on a playlist before, nor have I seen somebody embody the “I don’t know what I expected” meme as hard as my Department Head is right now.
So far we’ve had:
-Celtic solstice music, very pretty. -Kwanza music (BALLER, will try to get the name of the band after class) -Trans- Siberian orchestra’s Carol of the Bells, which is technically a carol but fuck you it’s awesome and it’s welcome here. -MORE KLEZMER -Heavy metal Cellos version of “Dance of the Sugar Plum fairy” -Weird Al’s “The Night Santa Went Crazy”
…and Kati’s queing up the barking dog version of jingle bells. One moment i need to prevent a riot.
Fact: Everyone who ‘works with dragons’ in the Harry Potter universe is asexual – Newt, Charlie, Luna it’s a pattern
Headcanon: It’s a common thing among wizards that those with little to no interest in sex seem to have a talent for dealing dragons and other magical creatures. So much so that it eventually turns into a euphemism.
“Hello darling! My, how you’ve grown. I dare say you’ll settle down and have a family of your own soon?”
“I don’t think so, auntie Beryl. I work with dragons, you see.”
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