very reasonable prices

demigod’s on their period:
  • campers are given the option of not doing their camp activities or taking part in capture the flag
  • hazel isn’t comfortable talking about her period but annabeth is the type to yell “get out of my way stolls, im bleeding from my vagina!” (she grew up with them so)
  • of course there are going to be those dickheads that talk shit when someone is on their period but they learn fast that in a community as small as camp half blood, STI rumors spread very fast and are almost never lived down
  • the artemis cabin is the place where campers can go to get away from the noise and rest. artemis herself expressed how honored she is every time a camper throws a portion of their meal into the fire, thanking her for having a space where they can relax and feel totally comfortable
  • a godly menstrual hygiene line 
  • because those hunger pangs are really stubborn and food is served at set times, the hermes cabin sells snacks and sometimes even full out meals at very reasonable prices all summer
  • the infermery is never short of pills, pads/tampons and heating pads
  • those items are all free to use
  • whole cabins sometimes sync up their periods
  • chiron tries to pretend he knows whats going on but really he’s just clueless
  • mr. d is surprisingly lenient and lets campers on their periods off cleaning duties
  •  demigod periods are some how worse?????

please add on

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So, as usual, I HATE my shoulders. I don’t know why I ever take pics without a cardigan on…

But aside from that, skater skirts are just the best, and these heels are super awesome! Its a simple look with not much to say about it, but I like it :) 

Also, my posts now come with links to products!!! Check em out below :) And because I’m super broke all the time, the stuff I buy is very reasonably priced.

You can pick up this little black skirt here! This thing works with soooo many outfits!

And here are the heels! They’re the first pair that I’ve found super comfy right out of the box :)

You should check out TherapyShoppe.com!

I found this really great website the other day!  It has all kinds of stuff that’s designed to help kids and adults with autism, sensory issues, motor skill issues, developmental disabilities, all kinds of stuff!  Even if you’re just looking for something to fidget with or something to chew on instead of you pencils, they’ve got great stuff.  They’re all very reasonably priced and shipping is decent.

They have lots of fidget toys, stress balls, and putty to keep your fingers busy

Lots of handwriting helpers and various pencil grips

THESE SUPER DUPER AWESOME READING HELPERS !!!!!1!

Stuff to strengthen fine motor skills

Lots of stuff for sensory needs, from earmuffs to weighted lap pads and blankets (they don’t have adult sized blankets and they’re kinda expensive, but hey) to stuff you can nom on

They also have lots of kits that are basically a grab bag of different things based on needs

Basically, if you’ve ever said to yourself “God, I wish I could find something to help with ___” you should check this place out.

Also, I have absolutely no idea how to tag this so people who need it can find it, so if you do the rebagel, add some helpful tags, pls.

My PTR-91 (A3R) set up as a DMR/SDM type rifle. It’s chambered in standard 7.62 NATO wearing a Vortex Viper PST (1-4x) optic.

I like the retractable A3 stock assembly aka ‘meat tenderizer’. They draw a lot of criticism but I haven’t found it to be significantly detrimental to achievable accuracy and handling, considering how compact I can make the rifle for transport and storage, so I’m keeping it.

The optic is great. I feel like Vortex optics are very reasonably priced for the quality of product available through them. Clear, bright, sharp, precise and rugged.

This setup will do 2-3" MOA groups all day long with milspec ball and I can bring it down to around 2" MOA with something a little nicer. More than adequate in it’s role.

wuszhong  asked:

Hi! I'm so glad to follow your blog. It's really helpful! Could you recommend some popular novels in russian about love, youth, idol, or sorts of things which can download free from cites? I think those would be more interesting for foreign language learners 'cause classic ones a little bit too boring and difficult for us.😊

Hi! I totally agree with you! The Russian classic literature is from different time and different culture, and is not resonating with us any more, though it could be beautifully written (the language changed dramatically, too, so…) On the other hand, contemporary writers are more concerned about their copyright, so it is much harder to find recent novels for free. 

Here is the link to the article where you can find a lot of links to free and legal Russian online libraries.

Litres offers ebooks for a very reasonable price, so maybe this could be a good option …

I personally like Oleg Divov (a nice mix of sci-fi and fantasy), some works by Dina Rubina (Белая Голубка Кордовы, for example - a wonderful thriller about love, art and fraud), some novels by Victor Pelevin (post-modern stuff), Евгений Лукин (Russian post-modern folk-charged fantasy, and here you can download some of his books for free)… 

Dear readers, what would you suggest? Thank you for your help! 

humanstuck gamkar thoughts
  • it isn’t until the fourth time an attempt to go further than kissing (you should, right, that’s how far you should be by now after officially dating for so long) turns into a tickle-fight that spans the entire apartment and ends with you sprawled on each other wheezing that you realize maybe this is really just completely stupid.
  • “Baba made us a cake,” says Gamzee, and holds out a cake in apology for dripping on your carpets.  It’s got an offensive amount of rainbows on it.  The icing, in Mr. Makara’s round, careful hand, says “CONGRATULATIONS GAY”.  You would be insulted except in the middle of all the rainbows he’s somehow found a way to print a photo of you and Gamzee cuddled up on the couch together and okay, the cake looks really good.
  • It take a long time for you to calm him down enough to make out words, but nobody stops to look at the two boys sitting on the park bench in the sunset.  Gamzee’s sobbing keeps their faces pointed toward the ground.  “–threw me out,” you make out finally, and think about his dad on TV, eyes wide and wild, pounding the pulpit and yelling about fire and torment for eternity.  You hold him tight, put your chin in his hair and just hold him as he sobs.
  • When you’re sixteen you find a hand-drawn manga lying on the floor of your group study room while you clean up, and it isn’t until page four of Nepeta’s painstakingly sparkly art you realize the dark-haired bishonen with the commanding eyebrows is you, and the flaxen-haired elegantly androgynous figure of his new romantic conquest is meant to be Gamzee.  
  • Your embarrassment that day is nothing compared to the next, when Gamzee picks it up and recognizes both of you instantly.  Out loud.  Loudly.  You have never seen Nepeta go that red.

If music be the food of love, then fresh coriander is the love of putting music on your food! Yes, William Shakespeare wrote that immortal sentence millions of years ago, but in the 21st century his literary genius is more relevant than ever - and fresh coriander is more on sale than ever! Here on this blog you can buy the herbs that made Britain’s greatest playwright feel nice and good, at very reasonable prices, through a sort of business transaction! Yes! Hamlet!

anonymous asked:

I LOVE furbies (even though I've never had my own) and I'd really like to get into them but I don't have a whole lot of money. I don't want to get a non working one as my first so what should I do? What are the best places to look?

@aibo7m3 sells them for very reasonable prices, and she fixes them up so they are all definitely in working order! you should buy from her. :)

The new house

Alicia and Mike pulled up to the house and parked right in front of the for sale sign. The ad in the paper said it was a one story house with two bedrooms, one bath, and a full basement. A perfect home to start a family in, and very reasonably priced too. As they stepped out of their van, the realtor pulled up behind them in a beautiful shiny new blue corvette. He got out of his car and approached the couple.

“Mr. and Mrs. Batalla, pleased to make your acquaintance.” he said as he smiled and shook both their hands. The realtor was a tall skinny man with slicked back blonde hair and large sunglasses on. He was wearing a black suit and tie. He looked very successful in his profession.

“Likewise,” Mike said with his hand out. “My name is Mike and this is my wife Alicia.” She smiled and gave a little nod. She was a very shy individual.
“Well, shall we get started with the tour then?” Danny suggested as he motioned toward the door. So the three of them strolled up the cobblestone walkway to the fancy white door and entered the house.

 "This is the living room, obviously. Very spacious as you can see. 54’ Flat screen T.V., leather made love seat, ceiling fan….. now there is an old coffee stain on the wall and carpet in that corner over there,“ he pointed over. "But with the house being so cheap i think its worth the investment to get some paint and new carpeting. And the rest of the house is flawless, i assure you”


“Ahaha,” Mike chuckled. “It doesnt seem too bad, and i do like the size of the room, lets just check out the rest of the place.”


Danny grinned, “Okay then, next rooms the kitchen.” They both followed Danny, but as they moved ahead Alicia couldn’t help but look back at the stain. It didn’t really look like coffee, and how do you spill coffee that high up on a wall anyway, she thought. It was weird, but nevermind it, accidents happen in weird ways sometimes. 


The kitchen was beautiful. It had marble counter tops and tile flooring with big sliding glass doors leading to a deck, and an expensive looking chandelier above the table. She also noticed a new looking microwave, a full set of steak knives, and a shinny double door refrigerator. 

“Is all this stuff included in the purchase?” Alicia questioned.

“I was told the house is to be sold as is,” Danny replied. “i do have to inform you though, that the widower whose house this was did die here, but it was pretty much of natural causes, nothing too out of the ordinary for a 72 year old.”

“What kind of natural causes?” Mike questioned.

“He had a botched heart surgery, by someone who claimed to be a doctor named Kiril, and ended up bleeding internally. Apparently the doctor didn’t even have a medical licence. The victim knew Dr. Kiril personally and was promised cheap at home surgery. But the ex owner had many heart problems in the past, so it pretty much was natural since he wouldn’t have made it much longer without the attempted surgery anyway.”

“Ehh what house hasn’t had some old fart die in it at some point anyway,” Mike joked with a laugh. Danny joined in with the laugh but Alicia wasn’t so ammused. She didn’t really see that as being a natural cause, and something about this place was starting to send shivers down her spine. She actually began to feel a little nauseous.

“Now i’ve got to be honest Dan,” Mike said and put a hand on his shoulder. “The main reason i wanted to look at this house first is because it was the only one on the market close to us with a full basement. I’m a band guy myself and got a lot of equipment and really want to build a nice studio. Mind if we take a look at that next?”

“Lets do it,” Danny said. “I’m into instruments myself.”

“I need to use the bathroom quick,” Alicia blurted out. “I’m not feeling well, I’ll meet you down there.”

“Sure,” Danny pointed down the hall. “Down there to the left, first door.”

She made her way into the bathroom and sat on the toilet. She didn’t actually need to use it, she was just having incredible anxiety for some reason and needed to calm herself down. Something just felt weird to her. She still felt nauseous and there was a weird smell luring in there, making it worse. The aroma wreaked like maybe a rodent had died in the wall or something. She took a look around; nothing but a bathtub, a sink, and the toilet she was sitting on. Then she looked behind the toilet and saw a little crack where the wall meets the floor. There was something sticking out of it slightly. It looked like the small corner of a piece of paper. Curious, she reached for it and pulled it out. As she did the pungent smell grew a little bit stronger. It was a folded up piece of paper with writing inside it, written with what looked like coffee stains. She read the note.


“If your reading this call the police immediately, the man who claims to be a realistate agent is NOT. He is a deranged serial killer. His father owned this house and passed away almost a year ago leaving the estate to him. He’s been showing off the house and luring people into the basement to sadistically torture and murder them. There are at least 7 rotting bodies chained up to the walls and i was one of them. I managed to slip out of the chains while he is upstairs. He has a tiny video camera built into his glasses. He told me he watches what he does to us later for fun. And he keeps logs of everything he does to his victims in a notebook. I won’t begin to describe what i have read. I was able to rip out a page to write this using the blood from my wounds. I’m going to attempt to escape now, but I am not very confident about it. I will slide this note into this crack in the ceiling in hopes that if i don’t make it out, someone will find it before its too late for them, i believe its the same crack i saw in the corner of the bathroom. GET OUT NOW AND CALL THE POLICE.”


Alicia’s heart was racing. She was sitting right above the spot where some psychopath murdered a bunch of innocent people, including the person who’s note she just read. She left her cell phone in the car. She had to go get it, but she also had to save her husband who was probably being…. she shook the thought. She decided to go for the phone first, not being sure she could fight off Danny by herself if her husband was already….. she really didn’t want to think about it. That couldn’t be happening. She burst out of the bathroom and ran toward the front door, but when she turned the corner at the end of the hall Danny was waiting for her with the smile of Satan painted across his face. He was covered in blood. Alicia’s scream pierced through the air and she ran in the opposite direction toward the sliding door in the kitchen. But it was key-locked, and the glass was way too thick for her to break through. Danny was walking toward her slowly, feeding on her fear. Like he knew she had no way out and was savoring every second her terrified aroma. Basking in it. Then she remembered the steak knives on the counter. She lurched over at them and grabbed one out of the holder. As she did this she noticed one was already missing….. the big one. She looked back at Danny who was now pulling it out of his back pocket. As he brandished the knife that was dripping with the fresh blood of her husband, he sped up his pace toward her.“GET BACK! STAY THE F##K AWAY FROM ME,” she wailed while waving the knife at him from left to right. But Danny just laughed. When he got close enough to reach her she took a swipe at his throat. He caught her wrist with his free hand, and slit her forearm open with the blade in his other. She dropped her knife and fell to the floor in agony. The cut was deep. She could see the white of her bones. She looked into the crazed eyes of this madman and could only cry out, “Why Danny, why, why…." 


"Ohhh my name isn’t Danny sweetheart,” he spoke in a psychotic, eerie manner. “My name is doctor Kirill. And the doctor thinks you might be having some heart issues, i think we better open you up and take a look…”


Written by; Sage

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Rémy B is a custom maker from France who forges single and multilayer steel blades. You can find him on Facebook under Remyb Creations, where he also posts his work available for purchase. With very reasonable prices for the quality of work and a number of various designs to choose from (all sorts of kiridashi and other japanese inspired knives + nordic style “puukko”), there’s something for every collector there to consider. I first purchased one of his larger kiris a few months back and was so impressed with it that I jumped on the opportunity to own a companion kwaiken, when Rémy posted one for sale. They come with leather and/or Kydex sheaths, both of which are very well made and are very clean looking, and have very comfortable stabilized cord wraps over stingray skin in traditional Japanese fashion. Very cool stuff — check it out!