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heartofthelizard:

♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥!!!!! HAPPY BIRTHDAY DAVID TENNANT !!!!!♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥

tenscupcake:

shakespearean sass

weeping-who-girl:

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kilodalton:

Title: After the Rain

Summary: She races with him through the rain and the dark, wondering, as always, if he returns her desires. Little does she know—that all ends… tonight.

Art by the-untempered-prism, fic by kilodalton

Fic BetaBabe: fadewithfury

A/N: Slightly angsty smuttily smutty smut for your enjoyment. This is an original joint fanworks collaboration between artist the-untempered-prism and writer kilodalton =D Thank you to fadewithfury for the invaluable beta of both the story and summary =)

They race towards the TARDIS. The beating of their shoes on the pavement echoes the clatter of the rain that has overtaken them, each step casting off wet droplets that rattle onto the street like tiny diamonds casually discarded from their feet. They sprint–well, as best as she can sprint in completely impractical shoes like these–through puddles on rain-slicked roads so drenched that they create their own little tide, complete with currents streaming down towards the gutters. They’re holding hands, palm against palm, facing down the dangers of the world together, but his fingers seem to be slipping away from her own in the downpour. His stride is longer than hers, faster than she can manage in these shoes, and their grasp on each other falters as they run. No matter—she grits her teeth and holds on tight, determined to hang on as long as she can.

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Tonight’s masturbation season is brought to you by: Fanfic and fan art - pushing horny fangirls over the edge since who-the-fuck knows!

heroineofthestars:

I’m so happy and grateful to be making this post.
Yesterday, I had the incredible honour of meeting David Tennant. I went to the Gracepoint set, an hours bus ride away, and stood around, only hoping for a glimpse, just to know, to really know that he is real and that he’s actually here. I was blessed enough to get more than that.
I stood for three hours watching the shoot, joined by a scarce few others (one in a very familiar brown coat) just hoping for a glimpse.  We saw Anna Gunn outside, but no David. Finally, we figured out that David must have been inside, just out of sight, because they were filming a scene that was looking in at the window. They finished the scene and that’s when I got my first sight. The crew hadn’t yet put up the polarizing/reflecting things that obscure sight inside through the windows, and as myself and the girl with the fantastic coat ventured forward hoping for a glimpse, I suddenly halted and said “it’s him.”Indeed it was, through the window we saw sitting at a desk the unmistakable figure of Mr Tennant, having just finished filming the scene. Perhaps its a little creepy, but we stood there for about three minutes, staring. I’m not sure if I blinked, actually (Insert weeping angel here). After a while one of the crew came and said we had to move along (I don’t think we would have at all, had they not) and so, regretfully, we did, but not before I snapped the picture you can see in this post. The aftermath of that included difficulty breathing.Now, my fellow devoted fangirl in the familiar coat had to depart, but I still had an hour and a half before I had to go catch the bus down to work. So I stuck around, hoping for another glimpse, or something even more impossible. The wind kicked up, the sun disappeared behind clouds that looked ominously like an oncoming storm , and a chill began biting at my ears. I flipped my hood up and embraced the title of “The Girl Who Waited” If Amy Pond could wait 12 years for her Doctor, certainly I could wait out another hour in the hopes of seeing mine.
I had wondered a long time about what I could possibly say to David if I ever got the chance to meet him. Obviously, me being me, I could talk for ages if I had the time, but I needed to narrow it down. The most important thing was saying thank you, but I struggled with the phrasing. You see, Doctor Who, and particularly David’s Doctor, made a huge impact on me being able to overcome the darkness of my past. I started watching Doctor Who at one of the lowest points of my life in mid-2012. I was depressed, self harming, and struggling with suicidal ideation. I had no outlet for my emotions, so it led to me suppressing them and feeling numb and hollow much of the time. I couldn’t cry. Aside from Gaga, I had nobody I was really holding on for.
But then we watched Midnight in my philosophy class, and I was hooked. I was absolute enamoured by the charming Doctor and I was proclaiming my cleverness for days and asking the teacher if we could watch more Doctor Who. From that day, I made it my goal to become a Whovian. So, soon after I started watching - not skipping Nine thank you very much - and I slowly started feeling again. The first time I cried watching Doctor who was at the end of The Empty Child/The Doctor Dances. I cried properly for the first time in at least a year and I was both stunned and incredibly happy. To cry was an amazing thing for me, the catharsis was exactly what I needed to cope with my own pain. And so there was the S1 finale and then Doomsday, oh Doomsday. It hurt, it hurt so much but in such a way I wished I could feel it over and over. Then the S3 finale and oh Journeys End, and the specials, then The End of Time and I said goodbye to my Doctor. I loved of course, but it was never quite the same level of emotion with him.Anyway, backstory aside, I stuck around, because I knew it would be lunch break soon and I hoped that maybe he would come out. My hopes raised when saw that their lunch was being served out of a big catering truck right alongside the line of public access. It was around 3:00 when David finally came outside. I gasped and ran from the gap between bushes where I had been a little bit creepily watching the doors of the “Gracepoint Police Station” to a better vantage point from which to see where he would go (I wasn’t sure if he would go to the the catering truck, because everyone else was there too and he’s David Tennat do important actors just…eat at the same places as all the extras???) As it turns out he did go stand in line for the food just like everyone else…right up against the public access line. So, I summed up all my courage (and it took a lot) and essentially materialized from amidst bushes saying “Excuse me, Mr. Tennant?” I didn’t actually even remember to introduce myself, but I managed to fumble out something along the lines of “I’m a really big fan. I started watching Doctor Who at a really dark time in my life and your performance really inspired me and made me feel again and inspired me to keep going and I just wanted to say, thank you.” The one thing I know about what I said is that when I said thank you, it rang with truth. It rang with honesty and a year and a halfs worth of thinking of the Doctor as one of the people who would want me to keep going, to stay strong even in my darkest moments. He said “That’s very kind” in that wonderful accent of his and I asked if he would mind a photo and obviously he didn’t because there he is, with me - me actually looking good thank god - me and David Tennant, immortalized together in a moment forever. I keep on looking at it and hearing what he said in my head and it’s just so incredible to know that it actually happened and I am so grateful and also feel rather bad about disrupting his lunch but as I said to the security crew guy who gently guided me away after (gently, I went willingly, thank you. He didn’t actually even need to be there I would have gone in any case) it might have been the only chance I got. He [security crew guy] said I was “one of the lucky ones”
No.I was the girl who waited.
And I called my best friend and told her and she was crying for me because I was in too much shock to and I sent her the photo and I finally  cried when I got on the bus and listened to the Medley for Ten and I used the last of my phones charge to text her and tell her that my heart felt like a star.
And if I ever so happen to meet him again I will apologize profusely for interrupting his lunch break and I will remember to introduce myself.

heroineofthestars:

I’m so happy and grateful to be making this post.

Yesterday, I had the incredible honour of meeting David Tennant. I went to the Gracepoint set, an hours bus ride away, and stood around, only hoping for a glimpse, just to know, to really know that he is real and that he’s actually here. I was blessed enough to get more than that.

I stood for three hours watching the shoot, joined by a scarce few others (one in a very familiar brown coat) just hoping for a glimpse.  We saw Anna Gunn outside, but no David. Finally, we figured out that David must have been inside, just out of sight, because they were filming a scene that was looking in at the window. They finished the scene and that’s when I got my first sight. The crew hadn’t yet put up the polarizing/reflecting things that obscure sight inside through the windows, and as myself and the girl with the fantastic coat ventured forward hoping for a glimpse, I suddenly halted and said “it’s him.”

Indeed it was, through the window we saw sitting at a desk the unmistakable figure of Mr Tennant, having just finished filming the scene. Perhaps its a little creepy, but we stood there for about three minutes, staring. I’m not sure if I blinked, actually (Insert weeping angel here). After a while one of the crew came and said we had to move along (I don’t think we would have at all, had they not) and so, regretfully, we did, but not before I snapped the picture you can see in this post. The aftermath of that included difficulty breathing.

Now, my fellow devoted fangirl in the familiar coat had to depart, but I still had an hour and a half before I had to go catch the bus down to work. So I stuck around, hoping for another glimpse, or something even more impossible. The wind kicked up, the sun disappeared behind clouds that looked ominously like an oncoming storm , and a chill began biting at my ears. I flipped my hood up and embraced the title of “The Girl Who Waited” If Amy Pond could wait 12 years for her Doctor, certainly I could wait out another hour in the hopes of seeing mine.

I had wondered a long time about what I could possibly say to David if I ever got the chance to meet him. Obviously, me being me, I could talk for ages if I had the time, but I needed to narrow it down. The most important thing was saying thank you, but I struggled with the phrasing. You see, Doctor Who, and particularly David’s Doctor, made a huge impact on me being able to overcome the darkness of my past. I started watching Doctor Who at one of the lowest points of my life in mid-2012. I was depressed, self harming, and struggling with suicidal ideation. I had no outlet for my emotions, so it led to me suppressing them and feeling numb and hollow much of the time. I couldn’t cry. Aside from Gaga, I had nobody I was really holding on for.

But then we watched Midnight in my philosophy class, and I was hooked. I was absolute enamoured by the charming Doctor and I was proclaiming my cleverness for days and asking the teacher if we could watch more Doctor Who. From that day, I made it my goal to become a Whovian. So, soon after I started watching - not skipping Nine thank you very much - and I slowly started feeling again. The first time I cried watching Doctor who was at the end of The Empty Child/The Doctor Dances. I cried properly for the first time in at least a year and I was both stunned and incredibly happy. To cry was an amazing thing for me, the catharsis was exactly what I needed to cope with my own pain. And so there was the S1 finale and then Doomsday, oh Doomsday. It hurt, it hurt so much but in such a way I wished I could feel it over and over. Then the S3 finale and oh Journeys End, and the specials, then The End of Time and I said goodbye to my Doctor. I loved of course, but it was never quite the same level of emotion with him.

Anyway, backstory aside, I stuck around, because I knew it would be lunch break soon and I hoped that maybe he would come out. My hopes raised when saw that their lunch was being served out of a big catering truck right alongside the line of public access. It was around 3:00 when David finally came outside. I gasped and ran from the gap between bushes where I had been a little bit creepily watching the doors of the “Gracepoint Police Station” to a better vantage point from which to see where he would go (I wasn’t sure if he would go to the the catering truck, because everyone else was there too and he’s David Tennat do important actors just…eat at the same places as all the extras???) As it turns out he did go stand in line for the food just like everyone else…right up against the public access line. So, I summed up all my courage (and it took a lot) and essentially materialized from amidst bushes saying “Excuse me, Mr. Tennant?” I didn’t actually even remember to introduce myself, but I managed to fumble out something along the lines of “I’m a really big fan. I started watching Doctor Who at a really dark time in my life and your performance really inspired me and made me feel again and inspired me to keep going and I just wanted to say, thank you.” The one thing I know about what I said is that when I said thank you, it rang with truth. It rang with honesty and a year and a halfs worth of thinking of the Doctor as one of the people who would want me to keep going, to stay strong even in my darkest moments. He said “That’s very kind” in that wonderful accent of his and I asked if he would mind a photo and obviously he didn’t because there he is, with me - me actually looking good thank god - me and David Tennant, immortalized together in a moment forever. I keep on looking at it and hearing what he said in my head and it’s just so incredible to know that it actually happened and I am so grateful and also feel rather bad about disrupting his lunch but as I said to the security crew guy who gently guided me away after (gently, I went willingly, thank you. He didn’t actually even need to be there I would have gone in any case) it might have been the only chance I got. He [security crew guy] said I was “one of the lucky ones”

No.

I was the girl who waited.

And I called my best friend and told her and she was crying for me because I was in too much shock to and I sent her the photo and I finally  cried when I got on the bus and listened to the Medley for Ten and I used the last of my phones charge to text her and tell her that my heart felt like a star.

And if I ever so happen to meet him again I will apologize profusely for interrupting his lunch break and I will remember to introduce myself.

heroineofthestars:

I’m so happy and grateful to be making this post.
Yesterday, I had the incredible honour of meeting David Tennant. I went to the Gracepoint set, an hours bus ride away, and stood around, only hoping for a glimpse, just to know, to really know that he is real and that he’s actually here. I was blessed enough to get more than that.
I stood for three hours watching the shoot, joined by a scarce few others (one in a very familiar brown coat) just hoping for a glimpse.  We saw Anna Gunn outside, but no David. Finally, we figured out that David must have been inside, just out of sight, because they were filming a scene that was looking in at the window. They finished the scene and that’s when I got my first sight. The crew hadn’t yet put up the polarizing/reflecting things that obscure sight inside through the windows, and as myself and the girl with the fantastic coat ventured forward hoping for a glimpse, I suddenly halted and said “it’s him.”Indeed it was, through the window we saw sitting at a desk the unmistakable figure of Mr Tennant, having just finished filming the scene. Perhaps its a little creepy, but we stood there for about three minutes, staring. I’m not sure if I blinked, actually (Insert weeping angel here). After a while one of the crew came and said we had to move along (I don’t think we would have at all, had they not) and so, regretfully, we did, but not before I snapped the picture you can see in this post. The aftermath of that included difficulty breathing.Now, my fellow devoted fangirl in the familiar coat had to depart, but I still had an hour and a half before I had to go catch the bus down to work. So I stuck around, hoping for another glimpse, or something even more impossible. The wind kicked up, the sun disappeared behind clouds that looked ominously like an oncoming storm , and a chill began biting at my ears. I flipped my hood up and embraced the title of “The Girl Who Waited” If Amy Pond could wait 12 years for her Doctor, certainly I could wait out another hour in the hopes of seeing mine.
I had wondered a long time about what I could possibly say to David if I ever got the chance to meet him. Obviously, me being me, I could talk for ages if I had the time, but I needed to narrow it down. The most important thing was saying thank you, but I struggled with the phrasing. You see, Doctor Who, and particularly David’s Doctor, made a huge impact on me being able to overcome the darkness of my past. I started watching Doctor Who at one of the lowest points of my life in mid-2012. I was depressed, self harming, and struggling with suicidal ideation. I had no outlet for my emotions, so it led to me suppressing them and feeling numb and hollow much of the time. I couldn’t cry. Aside from Gaga, I had nobody I was really holding on for.
But then we watched Midnight in my philosophy class, and I was hooked. I was absolute enamoured by the charming Doctor and I was proclaiming my cleverness for days and asking the teacher if we could watch more Doctor Who. From that day, I made it my goal to become a Whovian. So, soon after I started watching - not skipping Nine thank you very much - and I slowly started feeling again. The first time I cried watching Doctor who was at the end of The Empty Child/The Doctor Dances. I cried properly for the first time in at least a year and I was both stunned and incredibly happy. To cry was an amazing thing for me, the catharsis was exactly what I needed to cope with my own pain. And so there was the S1 finale and then Doomsday, oh Doomsday. It hurt, it hurt so much but in such a way I wished I could feel it over and over. Then the S3 finale and oh Journeys End, and the specials, then The End of Time and I said goodbye to my Doctor. I loved of course, but it was never quite the same level of emotion with him.Anyway, backstory aside, I stuck around, because I knew it would be lunch break soon and I hoped that maybe he would come out. My hopes raised when saw that their lunch was being served out of a big catering truck right alongside the line of public access. It was around 3:00 when David finally came outside. I gasped and ran from the gap between bushes where I had been a little bit creepily watching the doors of the “Gracepoint Police Station” to a better vantage point from which to see where he would go (I wasn’t sure if he would go to the the catering truck, because everyone else was there too and he’s David Tennat do important actors just…eat at the same places as all the extras???) As it turns out he did go stand in line for the food just like everyone else…right up against the public access line. So, I summed up all my courage (and it took a lot) and essentially materialized from amidst bushes saying “Excuse me, Mr. Tennant?” I didn’t actually even remember to introduce myself, but I managed to fumble out something along the lines of “I’m a really big fan. I started watching Doctor Who at a really dark time in my life and your performance really inspired me and made me feel again and inspired me to keep going and I just wanted to say, thank you.” The one thing I know about what I said is that when I said thank you, it rang with truth. It rang with honesty and a year and a halfs worth of thinking of the Doctor as one of the people who would want me to keep going, to stay strong even in my darkest moments. He said “That’s very kind” in that wonderful accent of his and I asked if he would mind a photo and obviously he didn’t because there he is, with me - me actually looking good thank god - me and David Tennant, immortalized together in a moment forever. I keep on looking at it and hearing what he said in my head and it’s just so incredible to know that it actually happened and I am so grateful and also feel rather bad about disrupting his lunch but as I said to the security crew guy who gently guided me away after (gently, I went willingly, thank you. He didn’t actually even need to be there I would have gone in any case) it might have been the only chance I got. He [security crew guy] said I was “one of the lucky ones”
No.I was the girl who waited.
And I called my best friend and told her and she was crying for me because I was in too much shock to and I sent her the photo and I finally  cried when I got on the bus and listened to the Medley for Ten and I used the last of my phones charge to text her and tell her that my heart felt like a star.
And if I ever so happen to meet him again I will apologize profusely for interrupting his lunch break and I will remember to introduce myself.

heroineofthestars:

I’m so happy and grateful to be making this post.

Yesterday, I had the incredible honour of meeting David Tennant. I went to the Gracepoint set, an hours bus ride away, and stood around, only hoping for a glimpse, just to know, to really know that he is real and that he’s actually here. I was blessed enough to get more than that.

I stood for three hours watching the shoot, joined by a scarce few others (one in a very familiar brown coat) just hoping for a glimpse.  We saw Anna Gunn outside, but no David. Finally, we figured out that David must have been inside, just out of sight, because they were filming a scene that was looking in at the window. They finished the scene and that’s when I got my first sight. The crew hadn’t yet put up the polarizing/reflecting things that obscure sight inside through the windows, and as myself and the girl with the fantastic coat ventured forward hoping for a glimpse, I suddenly halted and said “it’s him.”

Indeed it was, through the window we saw sitting at a desk the unmistakable figure of Mr Tennant, having just finished filming the scene. Perhaps its a little creepy, but we stood there for about three minutes, staring. I’m not sure if I blinked, actually (Insert weeping angel here). After a while one of the crew came and said we had to move along (I don’t think we would have at all, had they not) and so, regretfully, we did, but not before I snapped the picture you can see in this post. The aftermath of that included difficulty breathing.

Now, my fellow devoted fangirl in the familiar coat had to depart, but I still had an hour and a half before I had to go catch the bus down to work. So I stuck around, hoping for another glimpse, or something even more impossible. The wind kicked up, the sun disappeared behind clouds that looked ominously like an oncoming storm , and a chill began biting at my ears. I flipped my hood up and embraced the title of “The Girl Who Waited” If Amy Pond could wait 12 years for her Doctor, certainly I could wait out another hour in the hopes of seeing mine.

I had wondered a long time about what I could possibly say to David if I ever got the chance to meet him. Obviously, me being me, I could talk for ages if I had the time, but I needed to narrow it down. The most important thing was saying thank you, but I struggled with the phrasing. You see, Doctor Who, and particularly David’s Doctor, made a huge impact on me being able to overcome the darkness of my past. I started watching Doctor Who at one of the lowest points of my life in mid-2012. I was depressed, self harming, and struggling with suicidal ideation. I had no outlet for my emotions, so it led to me suppressing them and feeling numb and hollow much of the time. I couldn’t cry. Aside from Gaga, I had nobody I was really holding on for.

But then we watched Midnight in my philosophy class, and I was hooked. I was absolute enamoured by the charming Doctor and I was proclaiming my cleverness for days and asking the teacher if we could watch more Doctor Who. From that day, I made it my goal to become a Whovian. So, soon after I started watching - not skipping Nine thank you very much - and I slowly started feeling again. The first time I cried watching Doctor who was at the end of The Empty Child/The Doctor Dances. I cried properly for the first time in at least a year and I was both stunned and incredibly happy. To cry was an amazing thing for me, the catharsis was exactly what I needed to cope with my own pain. And so there was the S1 finale and then Doomsday, oh Doomsday. It hurt, it hurt so much but in such a way I wished I could feel it over and over. Then the S3 finale and oh Journeys End, and the specials, then The End of Time and I said goodbye to my Doctor. I loved of course, but it was never quite the same level of emotion with him.

Anyway, backstory aside, I stuck around, because I knew it would be lunch break soon and I hoped that maybe he would come out. My hopes raised when saw that their lunch was being served out of a big catering truck right alongside the line of public access. It was around 3:00 when David finally came outside. I gasped and ran from the gap between bushes where I had been a little bit creepily watching the doors of the “Gracepoint Police Station” to a better vantage point from which to see where he would go (I wasn’t sure if he would go to the the catering truck, because everyone else was there too and he’s David Tennat do important actors just…eat at the same places as all the extras???) As it turns out he did go stand in line for the food just like everyone else…right up against the public access line. So, I summed up all my courage (and it took a lot) and essentially materialized from amidst bushes saying “Excuse me, Mr. Tennant?” I didn’t actually even remember to introduce myself, but I managed to fumble out something along the lines of “I’m a really big fan. I started watching Doctor Who at a really dark time in my life and your performance really inspired me and made me feel again and inspired me to keep going and I just wanted to say, thank you.” The one thing I know about what I said is that when I said thank you, it rang with truth. It rang with honesty and a year and a halfs worth of thinking of the Doctor as one of the people who would want me to keep going, to stay strong even in my darkest moments. He said “That’s very kind” in that wonderful accent of his and I asked if he would mind a photo and obviously he didn’t because there he is, with me - me actually looking good thank god - me and David Tennant, immortalized together in a moment forever. I keep on looking at it and hearing what he said in my head and it’s just so incredible to know that it actually happened and I am so grateful and also feel rather bad about disrupting his lunch but as I said to the security crew guy who gently guided me away after (gently, I went willingly, thank you. He didn’t actually even need to be there I would have gone in any case) it might have been the only chance I got. He [security crew guy] said I was “one of the lucky ones”

No.

I was the girl who waited.

And I called my best friend and told her and she was crying for me because I was in too much shock to and I sent her the photo and I finally  cried when I got on the bus and listened to the Medley for Ten and I used the last of my phones charge to text her and tell her that my heart felt like a star.

And if I ever so happen to meet him again I will apologize profusely for interrupting his lunch break and I will remember to introduce myself.

FOR SCIENCE - Can You Roll Your Tongue?

annikath:

Can you roll your tongue like this? image
If you CAN, then please REBLOG.
This is for serious science! because I have an assignment in my biology class to do a survey on how many people can or cannot roll their tongues.
If you CANNOT roll your tongue like that, then please FAVOURITE this post!
you can de-favourite the post or delete it from your blog in about two weeks if you desire to do so, but I plead you to take part in this survey of serious sience! thank

Reblog if you’ve made at least one friend because of a fandom.

templeoftennant:

lurknomoar:

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David Tennant. Very young David Tennant. Very young David Tennant wearing oversized sweaters, talking a mile-a-minute in his original Scottish accent.

Now that I have your attention:

  • This show takes place in a mental health institution, and presents a realistic and empathetic portrayal…

I can’t recommend this more. It will touch your heart, and you will fall in love with all the characters in it.

tennantmeister:

weeping-who-girl:

David Tennant Face Appreciation

"He’s just perfect. He’s got range, he’s got lightness. He can do anything – light, dark, funny, farce.” - Russell T. Davies

Happy Birthday tennantmeister!!

Bonus:

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suicideducks:

things-with-teeth:

greygullmargarita:

MY DEAR FOLLOWERS.
If you only ever read and/or reblog one of my posts, I hope this will be the one. Due to some medical problems I am on two pretty serious medications. One is fairly affordable. The other one? Well…
The local Krogers charges over $200 PER MONTH.
I did some research and found out that COSTCO had it for “considerably cheaper.”  But I wasn’t a member of Costco. Come to find out, YOU DON’T HAVE TO BE A MEMBER to fill prescriptions at their pharmacy.
In that bag I’m holding is a 90 DAY supply of BOTH medications for…wait for it….$38. This is friggin awesome. I nearly cried when I found out. So please, share this info (if not necessarily this post). There are plenty Tumblr folks who are struggling with medication costs and this could really help them.
I hope I’ve already helped some of you. :)

This is a thing which is good to know!

Yep, this is totally legit
http://www2.costco.com/Images/Content/misc/PDF/CMPPFAQs.pdf

suicideducks:

things-with-teeth:

greygullmargarita:

MY DEAR FOLLOWERS.

If you only ever read and/or reblog one of my posts, I hope this will be the one. Due to some medical problems I am on two pretty serious medications. One is fairly affordable. The other one? Well…

The local Krogers charges over $200 PER MONTH.

I did some research and found out that COSTCO had it for “considerably cheaper.”  But I wasn’t a member of Costco. Come to find out, YOU DON’T HAVE TO BE A MEMBER to fill prescriptions at their pharmacy.

In that bag I’m holding is a 90 DAY supply of BOTH medications for…wait for it….$38. This is friggin awesome. I nearly cried when I found out. So please, share this info (if not necessarily this post). There are plenty Tumblr folks who are struggling with medication costs and this could really help them.

I hope I’ve already helped some of you. :)

This is a thing which is good to know!

Yep, this is totally legit

http://www2.costco.com/Images/Content/misc/PDF/CMPPFAQs.pdf

I'm gonna need some context behind that Tennant butt photo. Was David on some dude's lap and just started hugging him so hard that his legs went in the air?

ibelieveinher:

Well, let me tell you what I think happened.

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James: Oh David, you are so tall and handsome!

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*chatting*

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James: Hug pls?

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David: I’m just gonna lean over and touch this lady’s weird flapper headband, ok? Also check out my Calvin Klein pants.
James: Ok, I’m just gonna touch your arm a little.

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David: Oh are we gonna high five? (Still showing off my pants, btw)
James: *still touching*

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James: NOW I WANT TO HUG!
Both ladies: WAT?

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James: HUGGGG!
David: Ok, I’m hugging, I’m hugging!
Polka-dot lady: LOL

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David: LOOK AT MAH BUM!
James: I like this hug.
Headband lady: LOL
Polka-dot lady: I am NOT amused anymore.

THE END! Oh wait, also this…

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Just take in that perfect specimen of a man.

harbek:

Can’t stop won’t stop painting Tennant.

harbek:

Can’t stop won’t stop painting Tennant.