out of the pocket

If Trump wants, he can unleash serious damage by undermining the individual markets in three ways. Insurers currently making decisions will closely scrutinize signs from the administration to gauge those markets’ long-term viability. His administration can weaken the individual mandate through various mechanisms, which would mean fewer younger and healthier people and higher premiums. It can pull back on all forms of outreach designed to get people to enroll on the marketplaces. Or it can stop paying “cost-sharing reductions” to insurance companies, which enable them to reduce out-of-pocket costs for lower-income enrollees, which may encourage insurers to flee the markets.

This could strand many of the 12 million people who have gotten coverage on the individual markets, according to Larry Levitt, a senior vice president at the Kaiser Family Foundation. They could be left with “no insurers in the marketplaces, no way to get tax credits, no way to get coverage at all,” Levitt tells me, adding that the insurer exodus could also prevent people who individually obtain coverage outside the exchanges from doing so: “You’re talking about small business owners, farmers, self-employed people, early retirees — who would have no way of getting health insurance.”


After the health-care fiasco, Trump’s next move may be even more disastrous

Trump is a childish, vindictive, bully. It wouldn’t be surprising at all if he tried to hurt the people who benefit from the ACA just because he can.

10 Journal Prompts to Help Guide Healthy Eating

1) Make a venn diagram with your favourite foods on one side, healthiest foods you can think of on the other side, and healthy foods you love in the middle. 

2) Get ahold of some second-hand cookbooks and cooking magazines. Cut out recipes and keep them in a pocket in your journal. Dedicate a few pages for pasting in the recipes you’re most likely to make. 

3) Draw and colour little doodles of your favourite healthy raw ingredients. Next time you are shopping for food, remember to pick up some of the things that you drew. 

4) Make a collage with the labels from foods that you are proud to eat and enjoy. It will be easier to collage with tiny cut-out sections rather than the whole label. 

5) Divide the page into columns. At the top of each column, list a meal you like to cook for yourself. Below each meal, brainstorm additional ingredients that could improve the original meal. Try to replace unhealthy components of the meal with healthier counterparts. Highlight ingredients that appear in multiple columns and keep them in mind next time you are shopping. 

6) Make a list of food-related goals. Ie. cook dinner at home at least twice a week, eat at least one vegetarian meal per day, etc. Put a tally next to the goal for every step you take towards achieving it. 

7) If you’re journalling at night, try to remember everything you’ve eaten during the day and make a list. Highlight items on the list that you are proud to have eaten. Take a moment to reflect and congratulate yourself for the healthy choices you have made. 

8) Make a list of your favourite dips, sauces, and condiments. Pick out a few that seem easiest to make and find recipes for them that use healthy foods and raw ingredients. List the ingredients in your journal and keep them in mind next time you buy groceries. 

9) Draw some of your favourite cooking herbs. Beside each herb, make a list of the dishes that taste best with it. Put a checkmark beside each dish after you’ve made it. 

10) Brainstorm a list of the benefits and desired outcomes of eating healthy. For each item on the list, dig a little deeper and describe why it is beneficial. For example, beside “better nutrition” you might write about the downsides of poor nutrition.  

I was sent to look for spiders on a rocky river bank. This little boy in overalls was helping me and as it grew darker I pulled out my flashlight. When I turned it on the boy millions of tiny spiders were pouring out of his pockets as he stood there smiling. The spiders’ eyes were all reflecting the light making them look like a galaxy.

New-York Tribune, New York, June 10, 1914

“Hell, oh, hell,” said a small yellow bird, climbing out of Feldman’s pocket.

“What’s that?” demanded Magistrate House.

“Hell-o, hell-o,” said the paroquet cheerfully.

The magistrate smiled and regarded the bird more kindly. But the moment he turned to resume the case the same syllables, differently accented, smote his ear..

anonymous asked:

(Pt. 2). The human slowly pulls out from their pocket the crown of the king of the planet. "I thought it was a cool looking bottlecap." Then the aliens have to constantly deal with the human not wanting to get rid of questionable items cus they're " cool looking."

Humans are space hoarders. We’d have our own tv show. And we’d get into sooo many dumb situations because of it. Like accidently stealing the princes crown. Grabbing a peice of radio active tree cause it was a cool colour.

anonymous asked:

Domestic jupeter headcanons?

  • it is cold on mars, and peter a) doesn’t own many warm socks and b) is a thief. so he just steals juno’s, which has the added benefit of forcing juno to buy new socks and do his laundry a little more often because before that peter was complaining constantly about the state of the socks which he had stolen, peter
  • when peter has a place he’s actually returning to, he becomes a squirrel. there are caches of various tools and clothes and food items everywhere in juno’s apartment. it is actually kind of a problem. there are knives in the couch, peter. peter.
  • “I can’t take you anywhere,” juno says, somewhat impressed, as peter empties at least four tables’ worth of silverware from the restaurant they went to out of his pockets (and also a doorknob, and a dog collar, and someone’s wallet, which juno makes him return.)
  • peter is, so far unsuccessfully, trying to teach juno to break out of handcuffs (it doesn’t help that juno probably enjoys being in the handcuffs a little too much)
  • they flirt by bickering
  • constantly
  • “can you please stop feeding every animal that shows up on the fire escape?” - juno, frequently
  • “when you buy some groceries worth feeding to a human being, darling,” - peter, usually
  • peter thinks juno’s penchant for tasteless art is the single funniest, most endearing thing he’s ever seen. he occasionally shows up with pieces whose previous owners are probably glad to see them gone. juno is equally touched and annoyed that his boyfriend wants him to hang stolen goods on his walls
  • juno gets back at peter for stealing his stuff (like his toothbrush, and his last expired PI license, and his socks) by pilfering peter’s jewelry, mostly stud earrings and any rings that look like they could break a nose. peter retaliates by painting juno’s nails when he has things he needs to be doing with his hands
  • casual touches!!! all the time!!!
  • c a s u a l  k i s s e s
  • “move out of the doorway I need to get through” “not until you kiss me”
  • peter is always careful to be uncharacteristically loud when he’s approaching on juno’s blind side so that he doesn’t surprise him
  • living with juno is basically like living with an alcoholic cat, including the bits where the cat starts running around like a maniac for no reason and then stares at the wall for three hours
  • peter’s good at expressing affection through words and gifts. juno gravitates more towards doing things for and with peter.
  • juno starts cooking a lot more often. he was always good at it and now he makes a bit more of an effort, getting rita to help him scrounge up recipes from places peter has mentioned he’s visited, places he’s mentioned he wants to. he doesn’t want hyperion city to close in too much around peter, does his best to bring a little of the universe in.
  • juno is exactly the right height that peter can sneak up behind him while he’s cooking and put his chin on top of juno’s head, like the smug gangle he is
  • peter usually enters via the windows (there are so many cameras at street level). this makes juno yell a lot
  • they honestly just like being together and sitting on the sofa half on top of one another and swapping stories for hours
Got7 reaction to losing you in a large crowd

You guys come up with the cutest concepts, really. I hope you enjoy, Anon.

He would have looked away for one second, and when he turned around you were gone. He would immediately start looking around to find you, but would not want to make a scene in front of everyone. He would stand on his toes to try to spot you in the crowd, and if he still didn’t see you, he would stay in the same place so you could find him again while trying to call you.

“Come on. How can she- I look away for one second.”

He would let go of your hand to put on his jacket, but when he wants to grab your hand again, you are gone. He would just look at the place you were confused for a couple of seconds, and then pick his phone out of his pocket to call you. If you don’t pick up though, he would go over the worst case scenarios  in his head.

“Come on baby, pick up- My god, where are you?”

You and Jackson were playing around, him chasing you in the park. All of a sudden he trips and looses sight of you. He stands back up and turns around, looking for you. If he didn’t immediately see you, he would call out your name loud and clear, probably making everyone turn to him. When you poke your head out of the crowd, he would sprint over to you and scold you for making him so worried.

“How can you do that? You made me so worried. Stay next to me from now on.”

He would just turn around to talk to someone when you kind of wander off. When he had greeted the person and turned back around you were gone already. With wide eyes from confusion he would turn around to spot you but would quickly give up as you were a grown girl and he trusted you.

“Wait … Where did she–?”

Youngjae would be so worried about you, it would upset him. It wasn’t normally your thing to just trail off like that and so he would start calling you over and over. When you finally came running back to him he would hug you tightly and almost start crying because he was so worried.

“Y/N! Please don’t just walk away like that. What would happen if you go lost or-” *you hug him tightly* “I wouldn’t know what to do.”

Bambam would be like Jinyoung, he would be surprised that you left, but would trust you enough to get back on your own. However, when you stay away a longer time, he would start worrying about you. He would probably start asking around if anyone had seen you when you didn’t pick up your phone.

“Have you seen my girlfriend? She is about this height and was wearing a blue beany like mine.”

He would start worrying about you the second you left his vision. Not because he doesn’t trust you, just because he wants to be able to protect you 24/7. When he doesn’t see your head poke out between the crowd he would start walking around trying to find you and probably end up running into you by pure chance.

“Jagiya- don’t run away like that. I know you can handle yourself but I still want to be there for you.”

Hope you enjoyed and as always,
none of the gifs are mine unless mentioned otherwise.

Pride & Sleep

This was requested by an Anon! I hope you all enjoy this!

Word Count: 393

Warnings: fluff

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This case had been a tiring one.  No one was more glad to be done with this case than Pride.  His team left immediately after closing the case.  They were due for some rest and relaxation.  At least until the next case presented itself.  Everyone was tired to say the least.

Pride padded down the stairs to lock up the building.  As he reached the bottom of the stairs, he pulled out his keys from his pocket.  He stopped in his tracks for a few seconds, noticing that you were still at your desk.  He shook his head, a small smirk unfolding on his lips.  

Once he came back towards your desk, he tilted his head to get a good look at you.  It was obvious that you were fast asleep.  Pride wasn’t going to let you sleep like this.  He wondered if you had fallen asleep at your desk on purpose, knowing that he wouldn’t leave you like that.

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▪A/N: i’m editing this at my school’s library this is how much i love you guys

▪Pairing: Remus Lupin x Reader

▪Summary: In which a 40-year old Remus Lupin tells the story of how he met his wife.

▪Warnings: idek wht a warning is anymore

▪Words: 2019

“Okay…so where was I up to?” Narrator Remus says, trying to remember what part he was up to in the story he was currently telling his two kids. “Oh right! So, when Y/N threw a drink in my face your Uncle Sirius came in…”

Sirius came in after he saw the scene that had unfolded between Y/N and Remus, “De…wait for it…nied! Denied.” Chuckling, he retorted.

Remus held up the business card his dream girl gave him up Sirius’ face, “we’re going out tomorrow night.” He smirked, putting the card safely into his jacket pocket.

Sirius felt hurt by him, “wait, I thought we were going to do something tomorrow night.”

Moony grabbed a napkin to wipe off the spilled Martini on his face by the girl, “believe me Pads I want to but she’s probably the one, just be happy for me for once.” Sirius just nodded, still feeling a bit bummed. 

“The next day, I took her out to this small restaurant, out in Manchester.” Older Moony told his kids.

“Wow, that is one badass blue french horn.” The American girl said as she looked to her side to see a large blue french horn hanging on the wall, opposite the pair.

“Yeah,” her date answered, “sort of looks like some sort of smurf penis.”

“Teddy, a piece of advice. When you go on a first date with a girl, you really don’t want to say something along the lines of smurf penis. Girls don’t usually like that.”

She laughed, almost spitting her drink. 

“But this wasn’t some ordinary girl.”

“Do you even have the Smurfs in England?” She questioned between fits of laughter.

He smiled, the chuckles dying down. “You’ll be surprised.” 

On the walk back to her apartment the pair started up a conversation. “I gotta get one of those blue French horns for over my fireplace. It’s gotta be blue, gotta be French.”

“No green clarinet?”


“Come on, no purple tuba?”

The young woman gave the charming young man in front of her a playful death glare, “It’s a smurf penis or no dice.” To which he chuckled at the sentence.

A van came by, stopping right when it caught sight of Y/N. “There you are! We got a jumper back at the Tower Bridge. Come on, you’re covering it!”

Y/N just looked at her colleague that was behind the wheel in bewilderment, torn between her job and the amazing guy she met 24 hours ago. “Um, okay you know what, I’ll be right there.”

She turned to Remus, “I’m sorry. But, you should know I had a really great time tonight.”


At the trio’s shared apartment, James was sat on the cream-colored couch surfing through a muggle newspaper, Lily seated next to him an eyepatch on her left eye reading the daily prophet she somehow gets delivered at the apartment. 

“Lily…” James started, scaring his fiance half to death.

“How long have you been sitting there? Stupid eyepatch.” She frowned, covering the eyepatch.

Right at that moment, Remus came through the brown wooden door, “Mum, Dad, I have found the future Mrs. Remus Lupin.” He joked. “James, how have I described my perfect woman?” 

“Ah, let’s see…she likes dogs?”

The charming sandy-brown headed man nodded, “she has five dogs.”

“Drinks scotch?”

“She loves a scotch that’s old enough to order its own scotch.” Moony quoted remembering what his dream woman said during their fantastic time at dinner.

“Quotes lines from The Godfather?”

“Yup, ‘I’m gonna make him an offer he can’t refuse.’” He said imitating the character from The Godfather, Vito Corleone the same way Y/N did during their date. He sat down getting enthusiastic for what he’s about to say, “And I’m saving the best for last…she’s also a wizard.”

The couple beamed with happiness for their best friend, “That’s amazing! But the two of you literally just met, how did she come clean just like that?”

“She told me she had a hunch that she knew I was a wizard. However, she went to Ilvermorny whilst we went to Hogwarts.”

Lily interrupted the conversation, “Wait, it’s only the brick of 10:30, what happened?”

“She got called by her job.”

“So, did you kiss her?”

Moony shook his head, “no, the moment wasn’t right.” The young fiancees rolled their eyes, adjusting themselves in their spot on the couch. Remus saw their unimpressed faces and continued his sentence, “look, this woman could actually be my future wife I want our first kiss to be amazing.”

Lily awed, “Remus that’s so sweet. So you chickened out like a little bitch?”

The messy sandy-haired man lulled his head to the side, looking at the redhead before him, “what? I did not chicken out, y’know what…” he trailed off sitting up from his spot on the armchair, “I don’t need to take first kiss advice from some pirate who hasn’t been single since the first week of the 7th year.”

The redhead stood up to meet Remus’ towering height, “Rem, anyone who’s single would tell you the same thing. Even the dumbest single person alive, and if you don’t believe me call him.”

That’s when the man grabbed the telephone next to him and called the first person that came to mind when his friend said ‘the dumbest single person alive.’ Sirius Black.

“Hey, Pads, sorry to interrupt you on whatever…you’re doing. But, I need your opinion on something.”

The ebony haired man furrowed his brows through the phone, “wait who is this?”

Remus rolled his light green orbs, “It’s Moony.”

“Oh! Hey Moons, meet me at the bar right now. And suit up!” He yelled through the phone, hanging up.

“So, they’re thinking I chickened out,” Remus started, pointing at the redhead and brunet as the quartet was sat in their usual booth of their all too favorite bar. “What do you think?”

“I can’t believe you’re still not wearing a suit,“ Padfoot shouted at Moony.

Remus rolled his eyes, “she didn’t even give me the signal.”

Sirius aggravatingly set his drink down, “what is she going to bat her eyes at you in morse code?” He started to mimic exactly what he said, blinking uncontrollably, “Rem…kiss me. No! You just kiss her.”

“Not if you don’t get the signal.”

Sirius frustratedly grabbed James’ face that he was conveniently next to and locked lips with him to prove his point.

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“Did James give me the signal?” He pointed at Prongs.

“No! I didn’t, baby, I swear to Merlin.” James gave a pleading look to Lily, who nodded her head at him giving him a forgiving look. 

“But at least tonight, I get to sleep knowing James and me, never gon’ a happen. You should’ve kissed her.”

“Ugh, I should’ve kissed her.” Remus said looking down, “well, maybe in a week when she gets back from Scotland.”

“A week? That’s like a year in hot-girl time.” Sirius retorted making a face. “She’ll forget all about you, mark my words you will never see that one again.” The jet black haired man jabbed a stern finger at him, drink in hand.

Remus looked up at the television up at the bar area, “There she is.” The rest of the quartet’s turned towards the box TV. The screen showed a gorgeous girl standing in front of the Tower Bridge.

“Oh, she’s pretty. Hey bartender, turn it up.”

“…persuaded him to reconsider. At which point the man came down off the ledge, giving this bizarre story a happy ending. Reporting from BBC News, back to you Bill.” 

“Wow and she’s American.” The redhead gushed.

Remus stood from his seat, “I’m going to go kiss her, right now.”

“Look, mate, it’s midnight. As your future lawyer, I’m going to have to advise you that’s fucking crazy.”

The light brunet man put his hands up in the air, “I never do anything crazy. I’m always waiting for the moment, more importantly, planning the moment. Well, she’s leaving tomorrow this may be the only moment I can get. I have to do what that guy couldn’t. I have to take the leap,” He paused, “Okay, maybe not a perfect metaphor ‘cause for me it’s fall in love and get married and for him, it’s resulting… death.” Remus furrowed his brows at his confusing speech.

“Actually, that is a perfect metaphor.” The ebony haired man said looking up at Remus from where he’s sat at, he then turned towards Lily and James raising his glass in the air, “by the way, did I congratulate you two?” 

“I’m doing this.” Remus said about to walk out of the bar until Lily uttered a ‘let’s go’ grabbing her purse. 

“We’re coming with you.” The redhead responded her purse in one hand, James’ hand in the other. “Sirius?”

“All right, but under one condition. You suit up.”

The quad was now in the taxi, about to drive to Y/N’s apartment. 

“You suited up!” The ebony-haired man said happily from the back seat, “this is totally going in my journal!”

Remus was in the front seat when he told the driver to stop the car, “uh, pull over right over there.” He gestured to the parking space, “I gotta do something.” The light-brunet man told his friends getting out of the taxi.

He jogged towards the bistro the pair went to not long ago, “excuse me, sorry,” Moony uttered grabbing the blue French horn that was hung up on the wall, “enjoy your coffee.” He told the young couple he previously stood on their table to grab the fake instrument. 

The waiter called out after him, “hey!”

The moment he got in the car he’s already telling the driver to step on it, his friends just watched him in wonder. “Everyone brings flowers.” The young man shrugged.

After the seven-minute car ride, they were right outside of her apartment. He huffed a breath of air he didn’t know he had been holding, “okay…moment of truth, wish me luck.”

Sirius was rooting for him, smiling a goofy smile, "Remus is gon’ a get it on with a TV reporter. ‘This just in,’ okay.” He held out a hand for his friends to high five.

Lily just looked at him from beside him shaking her head, Sirius shook his head with her realizing the pun he came up with was dumb, putting his arm down. “Kiss her Rem, and kiss her good.” The redhead gushed, fangirling already. 

James encouraged him patting his back, “kiss the shit out’ that girl.”

Remus turned towards him, “Prongs, remember this night. When you’re the best man at our wedding and you give the speech, you’re gonna tell this story.” Then he exited the taxi.

The handsome dark-haired man shook his head, “why does he get to be the best man?!” He shouted after him, “I’m your best friend!” 

Older Remus’ raspy voice started to explain, “As I walked up to that door, a million thoughts raced through my mind. Unfortunately, one particular thought did not. The fact she had five dogs.”

Once younger Remus had ringed the bell from outside for her to answer, the dogs started barking from the other side. He got scared half to death, “not good, not good, not good, nope.” Lupin kept repeating walking away towards the car. 

The taxi was right next to him, the windows rolled down so he could hear his friends yell, “No! Get back in there! You’re wearing a suit!”

“Remus?” Y/N said, questionably from the window of her apartment on the second floor. 

“Hi.” He greeted rather sweetly. The girl smiled at him, secretly asking in her mind why the hell he was outside of her apartment all dressed up on the brick of one AM. “I was just uh…” Remus wasn’t really good with words no matter how many books he’s read, without thinking he just held up the French horn. 

The Y/H/C headed beauty beamed with surprise and happiness immediately understanding, “come on up.” 

“And that kids is the true story of how I met your mother,” Remus told his kids, once he was finished with the story. 

Owen reached into his pocket and took out his Bekaran deep-tissue scanner: slim and rectangular, with a lens arrangement set along one edge. It was essentially an ultrasound generator and detector, but Toshiko had modified it, reconfiguring the device to send its readings via wireless LAN directly to Owen’s terminal. But he didn’t really care how it actually worked. As far as he, or any doctor, was concerned, it fell under the general banner heading of ‘shuftiscope’ – a device that allowed him to take a shufti into someone else’s body. Whatever a ‘shufti’ was. Something his dad used to say, as in: ‘I’ll just take a shufti at that washing machine.’ Maybe Jack would know where ‘shufti’ came from. He was good with old words.

Slow Decay by Andy Lane (Torchwood Novels #3)

Jack’s odd hobbies and curiosities are almost Doctor-like. I love the dimension they add to his character.

Every. Fucking. Time.

Every time I save up a little money, some bullshit happens and leaves me broke. Worked overtime the last 2 weeks, now I have over $1,000 in damage to the truck from yesterday’s wreck… Insurance won’t cover it so I have to pay out of pocket. Of. Fucking. Course. Haven’t even paid off my medical bill yet and now this. I regret taking this shit job every day. I should have used my time and money to get a real job but I wanted to work my way up for some dumb reason. If anyone ever tells you there is dignity in starting at the bottom and working your way up, call their bullshit because if you can get ahead without starting at minimum wage, you do that shit! Otherwise, you will get trapped in bills and expenses. I’m sorry for the rant and for complaining but Tumblr is the only place I can vent.

anonymous asked:

If I ever have coins in my pocket I have a bad habit of fiddling with them both in and out of my pocket, taking them out of my pockets and putting them back in, and more often than not I just end up dropping my coins all the time ><

anytime i’m playing with coins and i accidentally drop one or all of them i feel myself go through all the 5 stages of grief in like 3 seconds

lime-equality  asked:

I needs more AinRose... How about Frey and Erblu cuddling after a long day of missions :3 Thank you~

The guild house door crashes open, followed by the stomping of feet and the loud clash of thunder outside as Rose runs in, sopping wet from the storm. “Ain, Ain, hurry!” She urges, holding the door open against the wind.

Ain stumbles in, blinking rain out of his eyes. “My jacket,” he mourns, “it’s going to take forever to dry out.”

Rose smiles. “Well, at least we got this,” she says, fishing the little pendant-thing out of her pocket. “Now that our mission’s cleared, we can relax a little.”

“Thank Ishmael,” says Ain, taking his jacket off and hanging it up on the rack. “Oh El, your hair, Anna.”

Rose blushes a little, but doesn’t protest when Ain steers her over to the staircase and sits down with her. “It’s bad to leave your hair in the braid while it’s wet,” he murmurs, taking the braid apart and letting her hair spill freely down her back.

He wraps his arms around her from behind, and she can’t help but put her hands over his. “The mission can wait.”

Rena finds them asleep on the staircase a few hours later, but leaves them alone, walking off with a smile.

They actually played this song and it’s forever stuck in my head