[ID: A light pink flyer with gold accents. Black text at the top reads, "Wren and Beryl's Living Fund". Below that on the left is a photo of Wren, a light-skinned biracial fat person, and Beryl, a light-skinned Afrolatine trans woman with a gold frame around it. Wren is wearing a red and black striped crop top with long black sleeves, a black ballcap, a black skirt and black browline glasses, with a black septum ring. Beryl is wearing a black blouse with red hearts, and a black skirt with lace trim, and has pink circle glasses and her pink and brown hair in twists. They are embracing eachother, and are smiling towards the camera. Next to the photo is black text that reads, "Wren and Beryl are a disabled trans multiracial couple struggling with finances due to their disabilities, and are seeking community support to cover the cost of day to day needs like clothes, food and bills!" below that are icons for cashapp, paypal and venmo, with Beryl and Ivy's pay handles next to each one, and text that reads, "Registry at link.tree/stemmonade !" at the bottom is three gold hearts and black text that reads "Pls circulate and contribute!" end ID]
remaking since my last post has gotten entirely fucking buried and notes and d0noz have all but completely stopped, which sucks! i still need a lot of help, notably with raising $80 towards our puppy Kisses' groom tomorrow. would really, really appreciate if folks could rb. please do not use words like b00st/s1gnal b00st, d0n8, mutu*l a*d or the names of pay apps in the tags or reblogs please, that is what caused my last post to get completely suppressed and lose traction. funds can be sent here, here, and here.
LOLLLL tried to order the toiletries i needed w the donos ive gotten so far but doordash cancelled my order and now im out $50.... plus rbs on this have basically died but i havent had the energy to make a new flyer+post cuz of how sick ive been. please, please, keep circulating this.
i know that ppl r tired of seeing me beg for help and that tumblr (despite being a place where folks have been engaging in community care for a long time) is very, VERY quickly becoming actively hostile to folks who rely on community support just like every other shittywebsite on this shitty ass internet, but as i always say, these things don't magically make my bills or needs go away, so as long as i need it im gonna ask.
ah, can i get like $80 for groceries and to get my meds delivered? i dont have enough food right now (mostly just like. pasta and frozen veggies) and im out of my meds x.x
csh @pp $asteronauts | [email protected]/asteronauts | vnmo: @/asteronauts (please don't tag this post as #don/ation 💜)
ok, didnt recieve anything from this post. luckily i was able to get some boxed pasta and some sandwich ingredients with the last of my money. but i didnt realize i was out of bread and milk, so that really sucks!
can i at least have $15 to get some taco bell delivered to me? times are hard rn 💜🥺
ah, can i get like $80 for groceries and to get my meds delivered? i dont have enough food right now (mostly just like. pasta and frozen veggies) and im out of my meds x.x
csh @pp $asteronauts | [email protected]/asteronauts | vnmo: @/asteronauts (please don't tag this post as #don/ation 💜)
ah, can i get like $80 for groceries and to get my meds delivered? i dont have enough food right now (mostly just like. pasta and frozen veggies) and im out of my meds x.x
csh @pp $asteronauts | [email protected]/asteronauts | vnmo: @/asteronauts (please don't tag this post as #don/ation 💜)
ok new shorter post bc the end of the month is fast approaching and im Worried! it's black history month! if you want to help a disabled black person avoid having to go back to living with his abuser for another month, now's your chance!
hello aster enjoyers who follow our personal. please do not be alarmed, we have locked our personal blog due to a security breach. also genuinely not feeling well right now. if you need anything, please do not hesitate to reach out here. <3 just dont want to be Seen for a little bit and that blog is like a semi public diary so.
ok new shorter post bc the end of the month is fast approaching and im Worried! it's black history month! if you want to help a disabled black person avoid having to go back to living with his abuser for another month, now's your chance!
ok new shorter post bc the end of the month is fast approaching and im Worried! it's black history month! if you want to help a disabled black person avoid having to go back to living with his abuser for another month, now's your chance!
ok new shorter post bc the end of the month is fast approaching and im Worried! it's black history month! if you want to help a disabled black person avoid having to go back to living with his abuser for another month, now's your chance!
[image description: a transparent image of moomintroll. he is putting his fingers together in a pleading gesture. he is a white creature outlined in black and has blue eyes. end image description.]
more details under the cut 💜 [purple heart] content warning for mentions of suicidal ideation and abuse!
four hours of work a day three days a week was leaving me practically bedbound. a week after quitting, i ended up having to go to the er to get iv fluids because of my psych meds interacting with my pots and causing it to flare up.
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my name is aster. i am a 25 year old black and trans disabled abuse survivor. i had to quit working as a gymnastics coach in december because my chronic illness was getting too bad for me to take care of myself and work at the same time.
i have been slowly getting my meds adjusted the last few months. im on a new antidepressant (the one that caused the flare, but ive stabilized now 💜), a new mood stabilizer for my newly diagnosed bipolar disorder and cptsd related mood swings, and a new beta blocker for my pots.
this has made life liveable again! for a long time, i felt so sick that living didn't seem to be worth the pain. but i feel hope right now for the first time in over a year. i want to live and be happy. im finally able to take steps to make my life better!
but i still can't work. my chronic pain is so bad that even sitting up for an hour causes immense pain, and though my fatigue is much better it is definitely still an issue so i need lots of time to rest.
im doing a lot better than before, and i want things to stay that way. but i have no way of paying march rent and february utilities. and if i dont pay them on time, i will have to move back in with my abuser. this would be a major setback for me and very likely cause me to fall victim to severe depression once more. there is no space for me in my abuser's house. last time i stayed with her long term i was living in a tent in her backyard and still was asked to pay rent. it is an extremely toxic environment for me, and while i can handle it in small doses, there's no way i can survive living with her.
i am just now starting to feel like a person again. the idea of losing this small amount of happiness terrifies me. i want to live, truly, for the first time in i dont even know how long. maybe next month ill even be able to find an accessible job, or something that doesn't require as much standing. i am still searching every day.
please help me. the future is so scary, and i don't know what it holds, but i want to be in it truly for the first time in so long. and i dont want to lose that.
[image description: a transparent image of moomintroll. he is putting his fingers together in a pleading gesture. he is a white creature outlined in black and has blue eyes. end image description.]
more details under the cut 💜 [purple heart] content warning for mentions of suicidal ideation and abuse!
four hours of work a day three days a week was leaving me practically bedbound. a week after quitting, i ended up having to go to the er to get iv fluids because of my psych meds interacting with my pots and causing it to flare up.
.
.
.
.
.
my name is aster. i am a 25 year old black and trans disabled abuse survivor. i had to quit working as a gymnastics coach in december because my chronic illness was getting too bad for me to take care of myself and work at the same time.
i have been slowly getting my meds adjusted the last few months. im on a new antidepressant (the one that caused the flare, but ive stabilized now 💜), a new mood stabilizer for my newly diagnosed bipolar disorder and cptsd related mood swings, and a new beta blocker for my pots.
this has made life liveable again! for a long time, i felt so sick that living didn't seem to be worth the pain. but i feel hope right now for the first time in over a year. i want to live and be happy. im finally able to take steps to make my life better!
but i still can't work. my chronic pain is so bad that even sitting up for an hour causes immense pain, and though my fatigue is much better it is definitely still an issue so i need lots of time to rest.
im doing a lot better than before, and i want things to stay that way. but i have no way of paying march rent and february utilities. and if i dont pay them on time, i will have to move back in with my abuser. this would be a major setback for me and very likely cause me to fall victim to severe depression once more. there is no space for me in my abuser's house. last time i stayed with her long term i was living in a tent in her backyard and still was asked to pay rent. it is an extremely toxic environment for me, and while i can handle it in small doses, there's no way i can survive living with her.
i am just now starting to feel like a person again. the idea of losing this small amount of happiness terrifies me. i want to live, truly, for the first time in i dont even know how long. maybe next month ill even be able to find an accessible job, or something that doesn't require as much standing. i am still searching every day.
please help me. the future is so scary, and i don't know what it holds, but i want to be in it truly for the first time in so long. and i dont want to lose that.
[image description: a transparent image of moomintroll. he is putting his fingers together in a pleading gesture. he is a white creature outlined in black and has blue eyes. end image description.]
more details under the cut 💜 [purple heart] content warning for mentions of suicidal ideation and abuse!
four hours of work a day three days a week was leaving me practically bedbound. a week after quitting, i ended up having to go to the er to get iv fluids because of my psych meds interacting with my pots and causing it to flare up.
.
.
.
.
.
my name is aster. i am a 25 year old black and trans disabled abuse survivor. i had to quit working as a gymnastics coach in december because my chronic illness was getting too bad for me to take care of myself and work at the same time.
i have been slowly getting my meds adjusted the last few months. im on a new antidepressant (the one that caused the flare, but ive stabilized now 💜), a new mood stabilizer for my newly diagnosed bipolar disorder and cptsd related mood swings, and a new beta blocker for my pots.
this has made life liveable again! for a long time, i felt so sick that living didn't seem to be worth the pain. but i feel hope right now for the first time in over a year. i want to live and be happy. im finally able to take steps to make my life better!
but i still can't work. my chronic pain is so bad that even sitting up for an hour causes immense pain, and though my fatigue is much better it is definitely still an issue so i need lots of time to rest.
im doing a lot better than before, and i want things to stay that way. but i have no way of paying march rent and february utilities. and if i dont pay them on time, i will have to move back in with my abuser. this would be a major setback for me and very likely cause me to fall victim to severe depression once more. there is no space for me in my abuser's house. last time i stayed with her long term i was living in a tent in her backyard and still was asked to pay rent. it is an extremely toxic environment for me, and while i can handle it in small doses, there's no way i can survive living with her.
i am just now starting to feel like a person again. the idea of losing this small amount of happiness terrifies me. i want to live, truly, for the first time in i dont even know how long. maybe next month ill even be able to find an accessible job, or something that doesn't require as much standing. i am still searching every day.
please help me. the future is so scary, and i don't know what it holds, but i want to be in it truly for the first time in so long. and i dont want to lose that.
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