Just a reminder that I have a Wordpress with my writing. I think I’ll be making a second site specifically for my fanfic, but in the meantime, here I am!
even if the fraud was like 5% it wouldn’t compare to rich people cheating the system by trillions lmao
Also, SNAP “fraud” is like exchanging some of your stamps for cash to buy necessities you can’t buy with stamps, like soap or deodorant or tampons
TBH even if one hundred percent of people on food stamps were committing food stamp fraud I’d still be in favor of keeping the program around
Hey I wanna talk about this.
I work at a drug addiction counseling center. A ton of my clients have, at one time or another, sold their food stamps. This is basically exactly what the GOP is afraid of, right? Drug addicts selling their food stamps.
I have learned, now, to ask them WHY they sold their food stamps. Here is an incomplete list of the answers:
- I need tampons, and you can’t buy them with foodstamps
- See above RE: toilet paper
- I was living in a hotel with no kitchen then. I had to buy pre-prepared food
- The homeless shelter won’t let me keep food in my locker or room, so I have to buy pre-prepared food (Yes, really)
- I had to make rent
- My sister had to make rent
- My son had to make rent
- I needed co-pays to get my medication or I’ll die
- I needed co-pays to get my medication or I’ll loose control of my mental health
But the absolute most common form of food stamp fraud I see? Giving away food stamps to other family members who get no food stamps or insufficient food stamps to feed their families. I see that every month. People glassy eyed and hungry because they gave away their food to their adult kids, their grand kids, cousins, siblings etc.
So, is food stamp fraud rampant? In some places, yes. And I’m not about to chastise people for it.
it’s so funny seeing people on twitter pining after tumblr like “damn the tagging system was great” or “i miss customizing my own page” it’s like that scene in movies where everyone eulogizes a character who’s very much still alive and in the room
Yo! Shoutout to the folks in the community who don’t get asks, and dont get interactions during takeovers. The folks who ask for validation and dont really get responses, the folks who get hate for selfshipping and don’t have anyone to reassure them. The folks who’s shipping art/self insert art doesn’t get notes. Your faves love you so much, and i’m rooting for you!!
i love the idea that vampires learn new technology & slang, but instead of gradually, all at once. like how we put off installing updates for months until suddenly it’s a whole new operating system.
imagine a vampire who uses technology the same way for 20 years then does a complete overhaul inside a month. just, immortals who are forcibly resistant until they’re suddenly not
And suddenly you’re the librarian stuck trying to explain the concept of the internet to someone who hasn’t communicated distantly since telegraphs were common.
Okay so a bit of a preamble with this one here. For those of you who have known me on my main blog, you’re probably aware of my Jeffrey Dean Morgan thirst across his many characters, Max from The Resident being one of them. I’ve chosen to bring him to this blog because I think he would fit in better with the other characters I write here, mostly because the way I view him is darker than how other people have viewed him in the past. I’ve also been talking with my dear friend @kijilinn, who wrote the first Max fic I ever read that we both missed Max and writing about him, so she allowed me to use the last name she gave him in that fic as a way to better tag him as his own character. So anyways, aside from this big huge explanation I really hope you enjoy my writing for Max. I kept this story as kind of an introduction to Max and The Resident as I’m not sure how many people have seen it. Hope you all enjoy <3
Max knew since he first saw you in the little cafe across the street from his apartment building that you were the one. You always spent your mornings in the cafe, drinking coffee with whatever flavored creamer you felt like that morning, munching on some sweet pastry as you typed away on your laptop. Your hands were so fast, fingers nimbly moving across the keys as Max imagined you were trying to keep up with your hurried thoughts. He couldn’t get enough of how small your hands were, and longed for the day when he could hold them in his.
