a lump sum of money is on the way to you
Need this.
Of course
It worked tho
I just won $500 off a scratch Ticket lottery.
I have been struggling for a while so hopefully this works
where are those startups that are disrupting the glasses industry
zenni and it’s amazing and i love it 40 dollar bifocals fuck yeah
Hey I’m reblogging this again because if you need glasses here’s what I do:
I can’t articulate how many literal headaches Zenni has saved me because I just used to wear my old prescription until I had trouble keeping my eyes open from the strain. Now at the first hint of eye strain it’s like “Not today, Satan!” and I can plan for the $100 expense that’s going to last me potentially years.
Obligatory reminder that a ton of people have added but still, Zenni and other likewise sites (1-800-Contacts) require the prescription be up to date within a year. So yeah plan that in, any time you shop, that script has to be from within the last year.
I would also like to submit glassesshop.com because, though I shopped Zenni exclusively from 2012-2017, in the last six months I have gotten four pairs of glasses from GlassesShop, and still paid less than a hundred dollars.
The key difference for me was that while Zenni was utterly eye opening (ha, eye pun), they rarely do sales, and GlassesShop is constantly rolling through a variety of sales. There is almost always a wide selection of glasses on Buy One Get One Free promotion, and the free pair includes the lenses, no matter what add ons are on there or whatever kinda prescription you got, as long as its the less expensive pair.
They also do weekly specials where rotating selections of frames go on clearance-rate pricing, from $6.95-12.95. This is just the tip of the iceberg of the constant variety of sales, promotions, and discounts they offer, and doesn’t include that, also unlike Zenni, if you have an account every purcahse you make accrues points which can be applied in dollar amount to future purchases, even with discounts/sales/promos also applied.
Like Zenni, GlassesShop lets you upload a selfie to “try on” frames you’re interested in, but they have a much wider selection and variety. They take about the same amount of time as Zenni to craft and ship your glasses, and they’re on par as far as quality and accuracy of prescription goes.
I will always be grateful to Zenni for opening the door for me on the online glasses market, because as someone netting less than 20k a year after taxes glasses used to be a “upon pain of death/causing a car accident from blindness” purchase but have become a “well that’s a great sale and I LOVE those frames… I guess I could do with another pair of glasses, there’s $30-50 in my budget!” kind of thing, and that’s incredible.
But I probably won’t be switching back, as after having made multiple purchases, the only thing I like better about Zenni compared to GlassesShop is Zenni has better cleaning cloths.
Regardless, they’re two excellent, amazingly affordable alternatives to spending minimum of $100 at a brick and mortar glasses store, and I’ve turned into something of a proselytizer for both, because people deserve to know they have these options.
It’s bad enough we’re out here paying to see, but too many of us don’t realize we could be paying a lot less to see, and in the cutest glasses best suited to our tastes, instead of whatever’s “cheap” at WalMart.
also gonna throw out eyebuydirect, which does some great sales. I’ve gotten prescription glasses as cheap as $6 and prescription sunglasses for $20.
Ordered from both Zenni and Eyebuydirect before and a great experience every time. I just bought two new pairs from Eyebuydirect. I upgraded to their blue filtering lenses (didn’t expect a huge difference but woah, it was definitely worth the upgrade) and with the sale going on, I paid less than $60.
eyebuydirect is legit
though I still remember the chuckle I got when that resident asked if I had warby parkers and I told him where they really came from
firmoo is nice too
a lump sum of money is on the way to you
Need this.
Of course
It worked tho
I just won $500 off a scratch Ticket lottery.
OKAY LEGIT I REBLOGGED THIS YESTERDAY. ME AND MY PARTNER ARE IN SUCH A TIGHT SPOT FOR MONEY ATM AS WE ARE SAVING FOR A DEPOSIT ON A HOUSE. I GOT PAID DOUBLE WHAT I THOUGHT I WAS GOING TO GET AND SO DID HE AND HONESTLY I CRIED SO MUCH TODAY IM SO HAPPY AND RELIEVED
Positive vibes!!!!!
Reblog to have something good happen at 1:42 tomorrow
BRO i reblogged this yesterday and today my math teacher was absent for a DOUBLE and the sub let us leave
the reason gansey was so full of sadness and wonder and humanity and was so much bigger than a human has any right to be, and never felt home until he got to virginia and met them all, was because gansey was remade of the same stuff that makes blue and ronan and adam themselves and time is a circle that is always spinning and slipping
they are all him and he is all of them
ostendes tuum et ostendam meus : I’ll show you mine if you show me yours
excelsior: ever upward
arbores loqui latine: the trees speak Latin
rex corvus parate regis corvi: make way for the raven king
non mortem somni fratrem: not death, but his brother, sleep
forsan et haec olim meminisse juvabit: and perhaps it will be pleasing to have remembered these things one day
I’m so mad because this worked
help me roger
Reblogging myself because… what was that? Five minutes?
O_O
………my friend has made me curious
help me roger
Update: after I reblogged this someone messaged me offering me tickets to the sold out Hausu screening with a Q&A and autograph session with the director
These never work for me, but here’s to trying.
lets see if this works
REBLOG: go to your blog and click the egg to see what hatches
I got Sonic the Hedgehog.
Sonic the fucking Hedgehog.
Maybe I cracked the egg too fast.
I got Rogue Titan gettin’ krunk. I was not disappointed.
OH MY GOD I GOD EREN IN TITAN FORM TWERKING
aHHHHH THIS IS WHAT I GOT IM sO HAPPY
kay
“lets see what i get..”
i got this
…i must be lucky
Hmmm.
hey hey hey, so I decided to compile all the fics I wrote in 2016 here, since it seemed like a cool idea after seeing other people do it lol (it’s not much tho, just some knb and mostly bnha)
nerves of ice (4k words) - tododeku, fluff, sick fic
improve and approve (4.4k words) - gen (pre-tododeku), kids with cool gadgets and little supervision
like i’m gonna lose you (1.1k words) - tododeku, fluff and light angst, future fic
a little love never hurts (until it’s no longer a little) (4.5k words) - tododeku, pining, recounting canon events w/ slight divergence
guiding light (3k words) - tododeku, childhood friend au, fluff and angst
it’s always darkest, when you’re not by my side (1.3k words) - tododeku, nightmares, hurt/comfort
off to a good start (2.2k words) - tododeku, third years, fluff
sunshine, trapped in our hearts (4.1k words) - tododeku, sequel to guiding light, friends to lovers, canon divergence
caught (500 words) - tododeku, crack, hsm references that’s it
taking the lead (1.2k words) - tododeku, light fluff and angst
starry skies, starry eyes (2.7k words) - tododeku, college au, birthday fic, i love writing about space
what… is that? (600 words) - tododeku, crack
the bonds that hold us together (9k words) - gen, de-aged au, fluff and angst
a not so picture perfect family (2.7k words) - tododeku, fluff
coming to terms (5.7k words) - bakukami, pining, friends to lovers
keep your head up, above the water (3.9k words) - bakukami, light angst and fluff
volume eighty-one (2.5k words) - todomomo, fluff
affliction (6.7k words) - tododeku, aged-up characters, fluff and angst
liberosis (800 words) - tododeku, aged-up characters, fluff
one string, fit for a bow (4.8k words) - tododeku, soulmate au, pining
the picture speaks for itself (3.3k words) - bakukami, fluff
game (1.5k words) - bakukami, fluff
flowery language (5.5k words) - tododeku, modern au, businessman!shouto and poet!izuku
cuddle week (6.3k words) - bakukami, tododeku, cuddle prompts, fluff and angst
then, it’s a date (2.6k words) - akafuri, fluff
gravity (300 words) - aokaga, college au
the problem with hangovers (6.4k words) - morizuki, soulmates au
[ other unposted fics can be found here ]
For anyone who literally wants to take the moon home this winter.
You can check it out: HERE
This is the full moon version.
I ordered the 8cm size and it’s awesome! Makes a great portable night light for reading before bed 😊
what if when icarus fell apollo caught him before he hit the sea, arms as warm as the sun, but safer.
what if when ariadne cast the rope across a broken branch aphrodite stepped in with a reminder that this, this is not the kind of love you die for.
what if when achilles was ready for war ares appeared with a smile and said “you win well when you win, but what are you unwilling to lose if you lose?” and achilles knew the answer.
if you could retell the tale wouldn’t you want to tell it kinder? wouldn’t you want to give them peace, even love, where you could?
l.s. | I AM TIRED OF RE-WRITING TRAGEDY WITHOUT CHANGE. LET THEM LIVE. LET THEM LEARN. LET THEM LOVE © 2016
So I just finished writing a fic where the Avengers each get an hour to talk to a lost loved one. Tony picks Jarvis. Couple hints of winteriron if you choose to read it that way.
Excerpt from the less feelsy part of the fic.
“My mom, Sarah Rogers.” Steve says immediately. Tony isn’t overly shocked by his recklessness, Steve’s lost more than any of them, and he does deserve a chance to say goodbye. The idea of getting that chance from a purple alien on a somewhat destroyed block in lower Manhattan is unexpected, but Steve’s willingness to take the chance is unsurprising.
If you scroll pass this you don’t got ten dollars
Need my $10
Guys i literally just got tipped $10 at work
Broke college student. I need this.
every single person who reblogs this
every
single
person
will get “doot doot” in their ask box
HOW
I WANT TO KNOW YOUR SECRET
SERIOUSLY THOUGH WHAT ARE YOU
I GOT THIS AND I WAS LIKE WHAT THE FUCK
there are over 128,000 notes and i still got one
how
i reblogged this less than 2 minutes ago
how the actual fuck
well
do not question
I want a doot doot
I’m gonna doot doot
Waiting my doot doot
I wanna doot doot
I want a doot doot
i bet it won’t work
…
i’ve been proven wrong.
WAITING
Bless me with a “doot doot”
I didnt get one
FUCK IT WORKED THEY DID IT HOW WHSOWOSOWO WHAT?!?
Hmmmm I’m a bit curious
lets see if it works
waiting, props won’t work tho
I want stuff in my asks so let’s give this a go
Lets go
Doot @ me
Doot me
…
Try it
Hmm
((Woh))
:0000
Give me a doot doot
Will it really work though?
I want a doot doot. Please send me a doot doot.
my art for the @aftgbigbang
also check out more art by @coldcigarettes
lyrics from yellow flicker beat / lorde
read it on the AO3 at http://ift.tt/2r46fsy
by organa
Adam is spending his freshman year as a tutor at PSU and has some interesting subjects. AKA the one where everybody is a little bit in love with Adam Parrish
Words: 242, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English
read it on the AO3 at http://ift.tt/2r46fsy
this is the money dog, repost in the next 24 hours and money will come your way!!
ehh what the hell
OH MY GOD SO NO FUCKIN BULLSHIT I SWEAR To GOD. I reblogged this an hour ago and IM NOT Lying My Tax Refund which I did in late march popped into my Bank Account, and it was a Decent sized amount……
WHAT THE FUCK Is THIS MAGIC!??!?!?! Im trying this again IM NOT BSing hahahaha thats actually pretty cool xD
yooooo
yoooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo
FUCKIN YOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO
no BULLSHIT I KID YOU NOT! Look what I found while walking Home…..
OH MY GOD
OH MY F*CKIN GOD
THIS POST FUCKIN WORKS?!?!?! THIS IS PAST A COINCIDENCE NO WAY!??! NO FRIGGIN WAY!!!
Im Going to reblog this every day to test this, its MAGIC ITS FRIGGIN MAGIC
I need to believe in the heart of the post…
Oh? Well… *reblag*
i reblogged this and now my uncle is giving me 250 to dye my hair nani the fucko
I have nothing to lose
my palm was itchin today not riskin it
I always reblog the money posts cause I can’t afford not too lol
It works. I just got $300 for no reason.
Money dog is my friend
Money dog is the shit
Let’s see your magic money dog
May you please give me your mercy money dog
Valhalla does not discriminate against the kind of fight you lost. Did you lose the battle with cancer? Maybe you died in a fist fight. Even facing addiction. After taking a deep drink from his flagon, Odin slams his cup down and asks for the glorious tale of your demise!
Oh my god, this is beautiful.
A small child enters Valhalla. The battle they lost was “hiding from an alcoholic father.” Odin sees the flinch when he slams the cup and refrains from doing it again. He hears the child’s pain; no glorious battle this, but one of fear and wretched survival.
He invites the child to sit with him, offers the choicest mead and instructs his men to bring a sword and shield, a bow and arrow, of the very best materials and appropriate size. “Here,” he says, “you will find no man who dares to harm you. But so you will know your own strength, and be happy all your days in Valhalla, I will teach you to use these weapons.”
The sad day comes when another child enters the hall. Odin does not slam his cup; he simply beams with pride as the first child approaches the newcomer, and holds out her bow and quiver, and says “nobody here will hurt you. Everyone will be so proud you did your best, and I’ll teach you to use these, so you always know how strong you are.”
————
A young man enters the hall. He hesitates when Odin asks his story, but at long last, it ekes out: skinheads after the Pride parade. His partner got into a building and called for help. The police took a little longer than perhaps they really needed to, and two of those selfsame skinheads are in the hospital now with broken bones that need setting, but six against one is no fair match. The fear in his face is obvious: here, among men large enough to break him in two, will he face an eternity of torment for the man he left behind?
Odin rumbles with anger. Curses the low worms who brought this man to his table, and regales him with tales of Loki so to show him his own welcome. “A day will come, my friend, when you seek to be reunited, and so you shall,” Odin tells him. “To request the aid of your comrades in battle is no shameful thing.”
———-
A woman in pink sits near the head of the table. She’s very nearly skin and bones, and has no hair. This will not last; health returns in Valhalla, and joy, and light, and merrymaking. But now her soul remembers the battle of her life, and it must heal.
Odin asks.
And asks again.
And the words pour out like poisoned water, things she couldn’t tell her husband or children. The pain of chemotherapy. The agony of a mastectomy, the pain still deeper of “we found a tumor in your lymph nodes. I’m so sorry.” And at last, the tortured question: what is left of her?
Odin raises his flagon high. “What is left of you, fair warrior queen, is a spirit bright as fire; a will as strong as any forged iron; a life as great as any sea. Your battle was hard-fought, and lost in the glory only such furor can bring, and now the pain and fight are behind you.“
In the months to come, she becomes a scop of the hall–no demotion, but simple choice. She tells the stories of the great healers, Agnes and Tanya, who fought alongside her and thousands of others, who turn from no battle in the belief that one day, one day, the war may be won; the warriors Jessie and Mabel and Jeri and Monique, still battling on; the queens and soldiers and great women of yore.
The day comes when she calls a familiar name, and another small, scarred woman, eyes sunken and dark, limbs frail, curly black hair shaved close to her head, looks up and sees her across the hall. Odin descends from his throne, a tall and foaming goblet in his hands, and stuns the hall entire into silence as he kneels before the newcomer and holds up the goblet between her small dark hands and bids her to drink.
“All-Father!” the feasting multitudes cry. “What brings great Odin, Spear-Shaker, Ancient One, Wand-Bearer, Teacher of Gods, to his knees for this lone waif?”
He waves them off with a hand.
“This woman, LaTeesha, Destroyer of Cancer, from whom the great tumors fly in fear, has fought that greatest battle,” he says, his voice rolling across the hall. “She has fought not another body, but her own; traded blows not with other limbs but with her own flesh; has allowed herself to be pierced with needles and scored with knives, taken poison into her very veins to defeat this enemy, and at long last it is time for her to put her weapons down. Do you think for a moment this fight is less glorious for being in silence, her deeds the less for having been aided by others who provided her weapons? She has a place in this great hall; indeed, the highest place.”
And the children perform feats of archery for the entertainment of all, and the women sing as the young man who still awaits his beloved plays a lute–which, after all, is not so different from the guitar he once used to break a man’s face in that great final fight.
Valhalla is a place of joy, of glory, of great feasting and merrymaking.
And it is a place for the soul and mind to heal.
I’M NOT CRYING YOU’RE CRYING
THIS IS GLORIOUS
Beautiful.
Well I AM crying and have no shame in admitting it. Absoutely beautiful!
A woman enters the hall, arms wrapped tight around her. Her hair is dirty, red rimmed eyes hollow. Her clothes are worn, her soul is shadowed and grey.
Odin asks and all she says is ‘I’m sorry.’
Odin asks again, voice low and warm like the embers of a fire.
‘I’m tired,’ the woman says.
‘Then drink and rest,’ Odin says offering up a goblet filled to the very brim.
The woman shakes her head, tears welling from some deep place echoing with the cold and salt of bitter waves. It takes time before the woman speaks of a life lived on the edge, the battle each day from morning to night, the dark thoughts that dwell within.
‘You have long fought the twin demons of Depression and Anxiety, Warrior Maiden. The darkness is all consuming, with thoughts sharp as blades, and tongues of acid to wrap around your soul. There is no shame in the help you needed, with words and healing potions. It is time to lay down your weapons, your fight is over. You have a place in this hall, to rest and heal from the demons that fed on your soul.’
I am only my money. It is all anyone sees, even Adam.
Tell me I’m doing the right thing with Ronan. Tell me this is how to find the old Ronan. Tell me I’m not ruining him by keeping him away from Declan.
Gansey knew he had to make a difference, had to make a bigger mark on the world because of the head start he was given, or he was the worst sort of person out there.
“I would take all of you anywhere with me.”
Tell me what you think of her, Adam. Tell my why you trust her. Don’t make me decide for once. I don’t know if I’m right.
The other, more fragile Gansey, strung out and unsure, embarrassingly earnest, driven by naïve longing. The second Gansey loomed inside him now, more than ever, and he didn’t like it.
No matter how hard he tried he kept becoming a Gansey.
There had never been a part of him that wanted [Adam] hurt to accomplish that. There had never been a part of him that wanted Adam to have to run instead of march triumphantly out. There had never been a part of him that wanted Adam to look at him like he was looking at him now.
Just then he hated his raven-breasted uniform and his loud car and every three-and-four-syllable word his parents had used in casual conversation at the dinner table and he hated Adam’s hideous father and Adam’s permissive mother and most of all, most of all, he hated the sound of Adam’s last words, playing over and over. He couldn’t stand it, all of this inside him.
In the end he was nobody to Adam, he was nobody to Ronan.
They were always walking away from him. But he never seemed to be able to walk away from them.
…how some days Gansey wished that he could be him, because Adam was so very real and true in a way that Gansey couldn’t ever seem to be.
“My words are unerring tools of destruction, and I’ve come unequipped with the ability to disarm them…what a fine sacrifice that was, what a fine contribution to the world I am.”
There was a crushing sadness to Gansey’s face as he looked at Adam…something inherently different, irretrievably altered…”why?” Gansey asked Adam. “was I so awful?”
