[memewhore]

[bananahomo]

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.

[puppylovesystem]

re-reblogging and thinking about when i have another collection agency calling that i can just do this

[secondmoredangerouseyes]

Yo this is such good info to have

[sorceress-foxgirl-ariel]

Cheers Americans, have fun with this one

[alexiaroselikethewine]

Being recently disabled this is going to relieve a FUCK TON of weight holy SHIT

[chubby-cry-baby]

ilya’s first hollander “family meeting” must’ve be so sweet!!!! “okay hollanders quick meeting” (“shane should I step out?” “no” “he said hollanders” “you’re my boyfriend” “oh”) “okay we thought we could discuss the rest hockey season and the summer” and it’s just a little month by month discussion and then they start talking about Ilya moving to ottawa and “oh yes we’ll do a celebration dinner when shane drives down” “are you bringing your furniture or should we go furniture shopping?” “do you want my interior designer’s number?” “do you know what type of neighborhood you want to live in?” “yes let us know we can tour houses and send pictures” “are you both staying at the cottage the entire summer or are take a little trip?” “i like the cottage” “me too”

[starrynet]

it's important to me that everyone sees will smith jumping when he does well at bubble hockey

[wolfythewitch]

Sketched out this hc to show a friend

[rcciardos]

meeplin meepbrini

[smol-ghosts]

I’ve fallen victim to the crossover ship of a lifetime. (I’m writing a fic of them called Missing Piece by smol_ghosts. This was a thank you I drew for the support it’s gotten ❤️)

[etheltempest]

streets are saying macklin celebrini is the first 19 year old to turn 20 🎉

[runafi]

congratulations to macklin celebrini for beating teen pregnancy

[gumy-shark]

”sideblog mutuals” is one of the weirdest relationships you can have with someone on here i think. yeah we’re sort of mutuals but only when we’re both wearing funny hats and doing little voices talking about our shows. like what are we

[timetosuitup]

Omg but imagine Hale Auto attracts all the stay at home moms in Beacon Hills, because who doesn’t want to see hot mechanic Derek Hale working on their minivans or whatever.

And they’re so flirty and horny, oh my god. Derek tries to be friendly and all but jesus christ. He calls Stiles like “you have to come and save me. There’s like five of them now. They brought camping chairs, Stiles. Just to watch.”

Stiles shows up in like 10 minutes, hero that he is, and somehow manages to scare them off by just being shamelessly touchy grabby and possessive, just making it crystal clear that Derek is his, thank you very much.

And then they have lunch together in Derek’s little office and Stiles bends him over the desk and fucks him really hard.

[frenchhornsifwehadany]

Im so pro-trinity santos I be forgetting she's controversial

[wannabetonthat]

Shane 90% of the time big spoon, they finish fucking nasty, they clean up and then Shane janks his man into his arms, holds on stupidly tight and falls asleep with Ilya still there like fuck fuck fuck I'm so wanted here fuck

[shieldofiron]

Derek trying to show his devotion without thinking through what it means and being inadvertently ardently in love with Stiles, my beloved.

[echosartstuff]

sokka sketch page

this did pretty well on insta so i thought id put it here too

[heybluechild]

google basically begging their users to free trial their AI products is annoying as shit, but a good sign that uptake of gen AI isn't nearly what they hoped it would be, and, speaking more broadly, possibly a sign that gen AI companies are realizing that they absolutely will not be able to make a profit on AI once investor cash dries up and they have to subsist on the tiny fraction of paid users and meager ad revenue for revenue. inshallah google's AI features eat shit and die in the next 6-12 business months. like to charge reblog to cast

[smallpwbbles]

Happy pride month my peeps!! (Why the fuck are we half way thru the year already?)

[my-castles-crumbling]

home - hollanov - @hollanovmicrofic - word count: 350 - click here for my hollanov microfic archive on ao3 - takes place shortly before TLG

Ilya had done a lot of interviews in his life. 

He'd been asked a lot of questions–some stupid, some prying, many repetitive, and many that he'd asked people to repeat.

But as he sat in a squishy armchair in Harris's office, he honestly thought that he'd never enjoyed an interview more.

Well...

Maybe some of the interviews he'd done with Shane. But he wasn't about to admit that.

They were laughing together about the team's abysmal choices in vodka, about Dykstra's terrible taste in music, about how Coach Weibe was terrible at giving directions when they took the team bus anywhere–and Ilya felt relaxed. Happy.

Then, Harris said cheerfully, "Okay, Ilya. Now we're going to do something a little silly, but the fans always love it. I'm gonna say a word, and you have to say the first thing that comes to mind when you hear it, alright? No thinking, just go."

He grinned. "And if my responses are not appropriate for...young, impressionable audience?"

Harris chuckled. "That's why we're not live."

Ilya smirked. Of course Harris didn't trust him to do any of the Centaurs' livestreams. "Okay,” he agreed.

"Hockey." 

"Winning," Ilya replied quickly, grinning at the camera. "Always."

Harris laughed. "Alright. Goal."

"Rozanov," Ilya shot back, still beaming.

The other man chuckled again. "Okay. Gym."

"Water bottle," Ilya replied before thinking better of it, his mind instantly going back to a moment ten years ago in a dingy hotel gym with two stationary bikes and two nervous teenagers.

But the answer was acceptable and innocent enough, so Harris moved on. 

"Food."

"Uh...Pasta."

"Happy."

"Summer."

"Home."

"Shane."

It took Ilya about two seconds after he spoke to realize what he'd said and freeze, eyes widening as he stared, terrified, at Harris.

But the man just looked at him, understanding and kindness in his eyes. "....you...want me to delete that part, buddy?" he asked carefully, reaching to press a hand to Ilya's slightly-trembling knee before leaning back again.

Ilya inhaled, chewing on the inside of his cheek, before nodding sharply. "Uh, yes. Maybe. I think would be best."