I reblogged this last month, tagged it, and said “might as well see if it works.” I used this video as a reference to find all the forms that i needed (which is A LOT, especially if you’re a dependent) and sent them through the mail, not really allowing myself to hope.
dude.
$2,714 of medical debt from my top surgery - gone. im shaking this was such a weight on me for 2 years and it fucking worked. what the fuck.
Hospitals like to hide these policies under a lot of successive links in obscure places, so if you don't see anything right away, keep looking! Get friends to help! Make it a scavenger hunt. A game where you're assassins sent to slit capitalism's throat
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if it turns out to that lila is actually tomoe’s biological child and kagami’s sister then her beef with marinette is french-italian wasian on french-italian wasian violence /j
Lord knows that the United States has and continues to commit atrocities. I can't justify that. And the current political situation here is scary as hell.
But I love this place. I love the Atlantic Ocean and New York City and the Pacific Northwest. I love my Blue Ridge Mountains with my whole entire heart. I love cardinals and mockingbirds and kudzu and possums and black rat snakes and the way the woods smell in the mornings.
I love that Americans are known for complimenting strangers. I love that we fry everything, and that we do it well. I love 12-foot-high plastic Halloween skeletons in people’s yards and tacky Christmas lights that stay up too long. I love that we are an unabashedly goofy people.
I love bluegrass music. I love stepping. I love that there are always folklorico dancers in my town’s Mardi Gras parade. I love that my town has a Mardi Gras parade, even though most people here aren’t Catholic or French and didn’t grow up with any kind of Carnivale tradition. I love that if "Livin On A Prayer" comes on a pizzeria, at least one person at each table won't be able to stop themselves from singing along. I love that the middle school gym shakes to the rafters when families cheer for THEIR baby finishing eighth grade and that they bring balloons and bouquets and flower garlands to celebrate.
I love the 80 year old couple at our local No Kings protest. I love all the little kids there with their families, too. I love the brass band that always shows up at protests here and plays old union songs and gospel music. I cry like a damn baby every time I hear “Lift Ev’ry Voice and Sing.”
This country is horrible and selfish and destructive, but it’s also wonderful and kind and full of people loving and fighting and trying to make things better. And the people saying that there’s only one kind of real American, and that if you don’t look like they do or talk like they do or think like they do, then you don’t count, those people can go pound sand. I’m as real American as they come, and those people aren’t the only ones who get to love our country.
"Some ailments cannot be cured by goodwill alone — we all know that, living on this land as we do. But his passion really can melt the snow that has settled in people's hearts."
— Odette
◆ Name: Alyosha
◆ Title: Swift-Striding Hound
◆ Winter Hunter
◆ Vision: Electro
◆ Constellation: Canis Borzoides
Ask anyone in Sretomorozsk about Alyosha, and you'll find most folk are more than happy to share a few stories about the lad:
"He's an exceptional hunter. Got a nose as keen as any of his hounds! And he can actually track down rabbits in this miserable weather."
"More than that! If you ever saw him raise that rifle of his, you'd swear he belonged to the Armory Palace."
"Oh, pull the other one! Why on earth would someone from the Armory Palace live all the way out here? Just think of the distance..."
"I'm not making it up! I literally watched him pull someone right out of a monster's clutches. BOOM! Before I could even cover my ears, the beast staggered and crashed to the ground..."
By all accounts, everyone agrees he's a fine lad: earnest, brave, and kindhearted...
But wait. You haven't forgotten how merciless Snezhnaya's snowfields can be, have you?
One walk into the frost is all it takes to understand how precious warmth truly is. The wind is cruel, a file grinding down everything it touches. The boundless snow pours out its unyielding malice upon the world, and worse still, it demands the heat and very lives of the living as payment for crossing it.
If there were any other way, no one would choose to stay in this freezing hell.
But Alyosha steps into the freezing wild time and time again, staking his life to bring home food, and to bring home hope.
He raises his rifle, pointing it at the prey in front of him.
Though his true enemy will always be the bitter frost itself.
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