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Please stop scrolling, I have cancer and I need help

I never thought it would come to this but I need to ask for help.

My name is Percy, I'm 21 and last year I was diagnosed with Polycythemia Vera (a slow form of blood cancer) as well as many other things that have rendered me disabled. One of which, also being SVT, a heart disease that I was born with and had previously had surgery for and was deemed 'cured of' until last year I had an episode that left me in the hospital for several nights, and with a heart monitor for months.

I officially became disabled last year after a traumatic brain injury that has left me with short term memory loss, seizures, a cataract, a facial scar, and a crack from the bridge of my nose to the top of my skull following my eye brow bone.

I am unable to work and have been working on a disability case for the past year, after being formerly denied after applying too soon with my diagnosis still not being officially diagnosed yet. And with things JUST NOW finally making progress after getting a social worker, I don't have any hope of an answer or any type of income.

I am a transman, gay, poc (though white passing after being bullied into skin bleaching which I now regret and unfortunately having my native ancestry forced away from my life).

I was homeless before I was lucky enough to have found an unofficial foster family who has unofficially adopted me into their family. My biological family is abusive and I am currently in the process of cutting them from my life.

Right now, the only thing I do have is EBT (food stamps) and I buy food for both myself and my boyfriend who lives with me. He is also disabled, and unable to work, and between the two of us we barely scrape by.

Right now, I haven't been able to have cancer treatment in over 2 months due to lack of money, as well as no medication and other treatments that are LITERALLY NEEDED FOR ME TO LIVE.

I am genuinely growing weaker and weaker by the day, and my adopted family has undergone some serious problems that have left them unable to support me currently.

I am begging you, if you can't send me anything PLEASE spread this so I can raise enough money to get my life saving treatment. Thank you for reading this, and ignore my deadname attached to my PayPal account.

https://www.paypal.me/QPatt

Disclaimer: I can add proof if need be of my medical diagnosis.

skitters-art

I lost my grandmother to leukemia when I was 14, so there’s no way I could skim past this and NOT reblog it. Cancer deprived me of one of the best people in my entire life, and I will always support others’ endeavors to absolutely KICK IT’S ASS. I cannot emphasize this any more politely..... fuck cancer.

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My Aunt has cancer, and it's recurred 3 times. I'd never skim past this. Fuck Cancer. I'm always worried that I could lose her.

ilyajdevorak

I wanted to add to this that I am more than willing to do tarot readings with each donation!! Even a dollar will get you a reading!!

Here's what I'm offering:

Single card reading

Past, present, future reading

Two card reading

Four card general reading

Relationship spread

Truth spread

And anything you can think of really!!

I can send pictures, write down the actual spread and reading for you, given that you give me some general knowledge to work with!!

Here's how this will work:

Send me a donation!! Tell me in the donation your Tumblr url and what kind of reading you'd like. Then I will message you on Tumblr and get some more information before I do the reading, do the actual reading, take pictures and write down the message for you!!

aestheticsarereal

Aesthetic!Luke Hemmings

imaginingmarvelandeverything

Light My Fire

Request: “15/ mixed list/ billy” and “misc, 18, billy hargrove thank u ❤️❤️❤️”

Prompts: “Give me attention.” and “I’m too sober for this.” “You don’t even drink.” “Maybe I should start.”

Pairing: Billy Hargrove x Reader

Warnings: Underage drinking

Word count: 1693

A/N: I combined these two requests because I thought they went well together. This is just pure fluff with clingy drunk Billy. Thank you for the requests! The title is from this song, I listened to is while writing this.

Masterlist

Y/N was never really a big fan of parties. Sure, they could be good to get rid of pent up stress at the start of each school holiday, but they were mostly full of drunk teenagers and therefore held all of the problems associated with that. She never really got the appeal of alcohol, it all tasted horrible and she hated the way it made her feel. Her friends didn’t mind though, it gave them someone who could be designated driver. She didn’t mind because it meant she could make sure they all got home safe.

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mistersourwolf

Billy Hargrove x Reader - I’ll take care of you

Summary: Billy gets in a fight with his dad and things escalate. He shows up at your door and you help patch him up.

Warnings!: mentions of abuse, mentions of blood, idk that’s basically it

You heard a knock at your door, placing down your popcorn and pausing the movie you had put on. You went to the door, trying to stand on your toes to see through the peep hole. You weren’t successful at this and you finally gave up, opening the door to a sight you didn’t expect.

A bruised and bloody Billy leaned against your door frame, trying to hold himself up. His eyes said all you needed to know and you quickly helped him inside. Once he sat on the couch, he just stared off at the tv, lost in his own head. It terrified you seeing him like this. You quickly grabbed a glass of water for him, placing it down in front of him before heading to the bathroom. You grabbed the hydrogen peroxide, along with some bandages to wrap the cuts on his arms from god knows what.

When you came back into the living room, he sat with the cup between his hand, taking small sips but still looking out of it.

“Billy,” you started, taking a seat beside him. He looked over at you trying to find the words to say. There were so many questions you had but mostly you were just scared for him.

“N-no,” he interrupted, “Don’t look at me like that, I don’t want pity.”

You sighed, taking a hold of his arm, “I’m looking at you like that because you’re all bloody and I care about you.”

“Why? Why waste the time?” He said blankly, staring into your eyes. You had never seen billy like this.

Taking a cotton ball, you started to wipe off the fresh blood off of his arms, feeling an ache in your chest.

You brought your hand up, cupping his face, “Don’t say that, you’re not a waste of time Billy, and caring about you comes as easy as breathing.”

Billy closed his eyes, tilting his head down to the floor. Nothing hurt you more than when Billy came over, each time with different scars and bruises. It pained you in a way that was indescribable because he didn’t see a way out. You finished cleaning each cut, wrapping bandages around to protect the wound.

One of the many things Billy’s father would do that he had became good at hiding was burning him. Billy’s dad wasn’t a stupid man, cruel yes but he was strategic. He would burn Billy through his shirt, telling him if he didn’t take it, it would be much worse. Billy never saw worse, trying to hold a straight face through every searing pain on his shoulders and torso. He even had a few on his back, which you would often draw circles around, singing softly to him. He would lean into you, nuzzling into your neck as you continued gently rubbing his back. You knew you showed Billy affection he hadn’t seen before. He was an angel when you were around him, showing a side to you that was unlike the one you heard about.

You took hold of his hands, noticing his knuckles were bruised and dry blood began to form on them. But you let it go for a moment, leaning your forehead against his. “Don’t ever think you aren’t deserving of love, because I’m looking at a beautiful and kind man who just got dealt a shitty hand, do not apologize for who he made you into.” You said, gently cupping his face so he looked at you.

“Thank you, for letting me in, for helping me,” Billy trailed off, looking up at the patterns that went around the room.

“Come here,” you leaned back, letting him stretch out, placing his head on your lap. You ran your fingers through his hair, playing with his curls. He closed his eyes as you began humming a soft tune, slowly brushing your hand against his cheek. Billy was so peaceful when he slept, wrapping his arms around your torso. Many people in Hawkins saw Billy as ignorant and being incapable of love, but they’re wrong because you didn’t have to ask to know Billy loved you. It warmed your heart knowing he felt safest as he laid in your lap.

pinkishlemonade

Quick sketch of Timothée Chalamet, what do y’all think?

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mullingar

you know that insane feeling of love and achievement you get when you put all one direction songs on shuffle and know every word and every beat and singing along just feels like home