Sunfish

[magix-blog-deactivated20260227]

hey so my name is jake!! i’m a blasian trans gay dude and a while back i was diagnosed with hashimoto’s thyroiditis (an autoimmune disease that makes my body attack my thyroid for presumably no reason). so on december 15th, i had the surgery to get rid of my left thyroid lobe. during surgery, they found that my left lobe had 3-5 cancerous tumors and they removed my whole thyroid instead of just half. (the pics above are all the proof i have atm due to the fact that we haven’t gotten the paperwork back from the hospital)

so, long story short i still have cancer in my system, which is why i need to go through radiation therapy for it. due to the fact that my medicine (levothyroxine) can promote cancerous cells to spread & duplicate faster whencombined with the radiation therapy (don’t ask me how i don’t know) my surgeon told me that i should stay off of my medication so that my cancer doesn’t spread to my lymph nodes… and the lymph node cancer 5-year survival rate is only about 25%… which is really fucking scary

but the thing is: i can only survive 21 days without a thyroid and the horomones the thyroid gives, and my surgery happened 5 days ago.

i really cannot afford therapy, we can barely afford food rn. the surgery & numerous doctors visits that got me here took $13k+ from us, and radiation therapy will take at least another thousand from us and we really can’t do that. so unless i raise at least another 2k in the next few weeks, i’ll either die or be forced to deal with more cancer in my system which will inevitably kill me.

tl;dr: i have 16 days to raise $2k+ for post-cancer radiation therapy or i might actually die.

paypal: https://www.paypal.me/T4ROT

cashapp: $jibbletz

thank you for reading & stay safe everybody!

[allthingslinguistic]

“I made this for my phonetics class, and my students insisted I share it online. So, here it is.“ -Rory Turnbull on twitter

[insomnimaniacal]

and sometimes Y

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My Mystery Girl costume for Halloween!

[rambled]

succulentsaurs

[buzzfeedreader]

How To Keep Black People Alive, a visual essay by Charlotte Gomez and Hannah Giorgis

[ethiopienne]

so grateful the incredibly talented charlotte gomez turned my piece from a while back into this graphic essay <3

[elfpen]

why are bats stigmatized as being creepy?

I mean

look at these things

they’re like tiny

fluffy

dragons

but instead of breathing fire they squeak and cuddle 

in caves

and leaves

and they have funny ears and noses

I mean really

bats are amazing

[bodypartss]

This post is so fucking important to me

[ventusregina]

sky puppies

[sile-animus]

@fernghouly

[yuramectoo]

@kiqoseven

[lvlbeginner-deactivated20181218]

Look at that last little one go “Splat! Flop, flop.” So cute!!

[themysticdreambouquet-blog]

always reblog sky puppies

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lol

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hahahahah

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lol feelings are w.o.r.s.t.

[spicysugarbaby]

Sex worker PSA

Last night my client mentioned how after I came to his house the last time I popped up on his Facebook. He wanted to warn me that even if you turn your location services off (which I always do) it still tracks your location and if you’re in close vicinity with someone you will pop up on their Facebook. So now he knows my real name and info. Thankfully he’s very nice and warned me, just be careful ladies!! You don’t want your info in the wrong hands

[amethystafrodite]

I need a second phone man

[moonlightingwhore-deactivated20]

Even if I have a second phone I have my other phone on right? Unless I turn it off this is unavoidable right

My profile pics are all at a distance so you can’t tell its me

[amethystafrodite]

My thinking is I would only bring the work phone to outcalls and leave my personal phone at home.

[emotional-labour]

aaaaaaaaaaaa oh god no.  Has anyone heard of ANY way to turn that off?  I don’t currently have a separate phone for work.

[anarchapella]

Or just uninstall Facebook and only use it in safari

[whoisdangerwoman-deactivated201]

Here’s a helpful thing: SEX WORKERS: CLIENTS ARE SEEING YOU ON FACEBOOK! HERE’S HOW TO STOP IT.

[hiraeth-pariah]

Reblogging for anyone who is following me who is a sex worker! Be safe!!

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Plus I’m too in my feelings (as per uje) and it’s too hot for me to have fun 👍

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Trying to play a drinking game to the debate but it's all so fucking weird

[ibersue]

To the man who sexually assaulted me:

The first time that I was sexually assaulted by someone I trusted, it took me years to call it that or admit what it happened. I've just started to move past that. The second time that I was sexually assaulted by someone I trusted it took me months to call it that. I still haven't moved past it. That Thursday morning as I crawled out of your bed and Numbly made my way out the door I begin to process what had happened. By the time that I got up the block to my car I was beginning to fully grasp the situation. The words crept into the corners of my mind. Sexual assault. Rape. Again. Your fault. Google Maps informed me of an accident that would make the 30 minute drive into a 90 minute one. Don't think, just drive. The full force of my experience came crashing down on my head. I cried until I thought that I would crash. My puffy eyes and spinning head made the road blur in front of me. Some sense of self-preservation took over and my tears slowed to an occasional heave. I thought about how I might have preferred to slam into the guard rail. That day I surrounded myself with people who loved me and who made me feel safe. I tried not to think about it. I tried to hold onto the temporary numbness that had once again taken over my brain. It was easier to desensitize myself to the experience than absorb the pain of knowing that again somebody who I had trusted with my body and my vulnerability had betrayed that. It was too hard to think about the way that I felt laying there like an object; a sex toy; a vagina to masturbate into. As I lay frozen and unresponsive, you never once questioned if something was wrong. You never gave any indication of concern at the complete contrast to every other time we'd fucked. Tomorrow will mark three weeks since that morning. I don't know how those three weeks of been for you. I haven't talk to you since it happened. You haven't tried to talk to me. Maybe you realized what happened and you're ashamed to face it. Maybe after sex with my frozen body you decided you were no longer interested in me; that you were bored of me. Maybe now I am a story to tell your buddies about the girl who laid there like a dead fish while you fucked her. A story told for laughs. A judgement on my sexual prowess. Maybe I will never know how this is affected you. But I imagine that your last two weeks have been no different than they would have been had you not sexually assaulted me. But I can tell you that in the past two weeks a lot has changed for me. When I sleep alone I find myself waking up in a panic repetitively throughout the night, shaking and sweating. Images of that morning fill my dreams. I dream of forgiving you, trusting you and you doing it all over again. I found a wine cork in the dryer the other day from the night before you assaulted me and I spent the next 30 minutes curled up in a ball trying not to hyperventilate. Every time I drive past your exit I have to steel myself and use all my energy to try not to have a panic attack while driving. It doesn't always work. I find myself questioning those around me who I once felt safe around, wondering if they too would use my body as a puppet if the opportunity arose. My performance has dropped at work because my brain is no longer able to focus on the day-to-day tasks and my ability to perform executive functions is severely impaired. I have learned at this point that I can't blame myself and yet I still find myself going to that place holding myself accountable, not holding you accountable. And more concerning and more pervasive is the feeling of resignation. I promised myself the first time someone I trusted violated my body that I would never let it happen again. The second time I tried to forgive myself and reaffirmed my resolve to advocate for myself and protect myself from ending up in the same position again. This time I find myself feeling resigned to a lifetime of my body being taken advantage of. I can't move past the idea that my feelings and my pain and my discomfort don't matter. I've resigned myself to knowing that I won't be able to protect myself. I can't forgive myself this time but I can't keep blaming myself because now I know that it's not going to stop. I find it harder for me to think about consent and healthy sexual relationships because they seem like impossible ideals. Years of work trying to convince myself that I am worthy of love and respect from the people and especially the men I let into my life have been set back. Despite desperately trying to cling to those ideas, I can feel them slipping away. It gets harder to see my own worth and easier to believe that I deserve to be treated poorly by people in my life. I don't know when I will heal. I don't know if I will heal. I can't talk to you. I can't tell you what you did to me. Truthfully, I hope I never see you or talk to you again. The best I can hope moving forward is that people are teaching their children and the men in their life about the real meaning of consent. And I am trying to do the same. All I can do is talk about my experience. All I can do is try to work towards a future where no one has to experience this. Where a person can feel safe trusting another person with their body. Where no one has to wonder if the person in their bed is going to sexually assault or rape them. I hope someone teaches you these things so no one has to be hurt by you again. But I can't be that person.

[breastforce]

me attempting to socialize with people

[feeeeya]

Modest Fashion 2016 This is my take on modest fashion. It is my form of self expression and creativity. I hope you enjoy it just as much as I do!

IG: @FEEEEYA

[my-eternal-soul]

Thank you to everyone that’s supported this post and continued to supporting me on instagram (@feeeeya). It’s all love Tumblr fam.

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"If you had 3 genie wishes what would they be? Mine would be first that Nathan has tastebuds on his anus ... ... ... ... ... ... ... Then my second wish would be that Nate's shits always taste like watermelon And my third would be that Nate hates watermelon"

[whereourbrainsgo]

I should get myself a sugar daddy..

Evan (my brother)