Tsubasa Chronicle Month - Day 13 - Characters with Disabilities
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Kurogane unbalances, and for a split second, Fai’s heart stops in his chest.
“Kurorin-” he jumps forward, arms outstretched, ready to catch the ninja if needed. “Kurorin, what’s wrong?” He helps Kurogane steady himself (and Kurogane actually lets him, which makes something in Fai’s gut twist and flutter), and keeps holding onto him even when they’re both properly upright, and neither is about to fall over anymore. That’s when he realises something is missing. “Did something happen with your arm again?” Has it broken down again? Are the places where it joins with the flesh of his shoulder bleeding again? Is there an infection? What’s wrong?
Kurogane shrugs his good shoulder, but he doesn’t look away from Fai’s concerned eyes. “Stop your worrying, it’s nothing bad. It was just aching a bit, and we don’t have anywhere to be today, so I decided to take it off for a few hours.”
‘Just ached,’ he says, Fai thinks, biting the inside of his cheek. It must’ve hurt like hell, for this stubborn fool to take it off. He nods, though, fingers digging likely and massaging the meat of Kurogane’s shoulder, hoping to relieve some of the pain. “Did you put some of that salve that the court medic gave you? You know it’s good for you.”
“Yes, Mother, I did,” Kurogane says, pointedly exasperated and rolling his eyes. Then, softer, with a gentle smile that makes Fai's toes curl, "It really isn't as bad as you're imagining. I just thought it was a good idea to give my shoulder a bit of a rest while I could."
"Kuropon…" Fai's voice finds itself cracking right down the middle, memories fresh still in his mind. (He still has nightmares, even now, of swirling magic glinting off the sharp edge of a blade, and a sense of claustrophobia, of powerlessness, of despair and defeat. And blood. So much blood, crimson and warm where it spattered on his cheek. Yes, he still has nightmares.)
Kurogane rolls his eyes again (which, rude, given Fai's genuine concern), and pulls him closer. "I'm gonna overbalance from time to time, mage. I'm going to try and reach with a hand I don't have anymore, out of pure habit. It happens when you lose a limb, and before you even start! I'll kick your ass if you ask about regrets, when you know I have none." He tucks Fai under his chin, and wraps his only arm tight around him, and Fai doesn't cry, but it's a close thing. "You're here and alive. What do I have to regret?"
What, indeed. Honestly, Fai wonders, not for the first time, what he could have done to deserve this impossible man's heart.
I heard this metaphor growing up, and in my case, it backfired supremely, because I went out into my neighbor's backyard where a rose bush was growing, and the one I tested had like 30 petals (it was yellow, but definitely a rose of some kind), and as a very logical lass, I came to the conclusion that you could have premarital sex AT LEAST ten times before your future husband would even notice something was up. Moral of the story? Test your metaphors on the weirdest and most neurodivergent child you know before writing your weird religious propaganda.
So I’m aware I haven’t really posted anything in a while but I hope this reaches someone. My brother’s name is Efren. Growing up he used to tease and make fun of me, but among all the teasing he also helped raise me along with our mom. When he was little he wanted to be an architect. But his is the story that a lot of Mexican American working class families face: either take the opportunities available to you to attain your dreams, or curtail those in order to take care of your family. He chose his family.
After graduating high school he turned down full ride scholarships in order to stay and work to help pay the bills. It was just him, my mom, and me. After a couple of years we got stable enough economically that he was able to go to college, but after graduation we fell on hard times again and instead of finding work in his field or applying to architecture school like he always dreamed, he decided to stick around and help us again. It’s because of his choice to help our family that I was able to go to college too, something that for a time I didn’t think was possible. It’s because of him that I was able to apply to and get accepted into a PhD program in the hopes of becoming a professor. It’s because of him that my mom has a house to call her own. My mom and I owe him everything.
Yesterday, he was diagnosed with acute lymphoblastic leukemia (ALL). He’s uninsured. I’m a student, our mom works in childcare. There’s a high success rate for remission if he gets treatment, but we can’t afford it. He’s all me and my mom have, and we can’t lose him. He chose family growing up, and it’s my turn to choose him. Please, any donation helps. I just want him to come home.
I know times are tough with covid and everything so if anyone could please just spare a dollar or a reblog thatd be great. I can’t lose him.
First off, thank y’all so so much for the generosity, advice, and kind words y’all have shared. I honestly thought this might get a couple hundred notes I didn’t know it would get over 12k!!!! I’m so incredibly thankful to everyone who’s reblogged and donated and messaged me. Y’all truly don’t know how much it means to me and my family.
Now I wanna post a couple updates here. A lot of y’all pointed out that hospitals should have financial aid or pointed out some charities that could help, and for that I’m very thankful. Yesterday we applied to the hospital financial aid but they told us that he likely only qualifies for a 50% discount on their sliding scale because of income. We’re incredibly thankful for that help of course, but 50% of $30k/month is still $15k/month for treatment. I also spent yesterday applying to different cancer charities and Catholic charities and Latino charities and government assistance but ofc cancer related assistance is in really high demand and a lot of charities are strained thin because of covid and people losing their jobs.
I’m incredibly grateful for y’all’s extreme generosity, so far through the gofundme, Venmo, cashapp, and PayPal we’ve received $8,327.64 and I’m absolutely blown away. I’m in tears writing this I didn’t know people could be so generous. I know times are tough with covid and a lot of families are going through the unimaginable. I don’t know how much more this post can circulate on tumblr, so now I’m just asking if y’all could do this:
Please spread this post and the gofundme link on your other social media.
I’ve made this post on Twitter that y’all can retweet (link) but I don’t have Instagram or Facebook or Reddit because I’m admittedly kind of a hermit. So I’m incredibly thankful for everything y’all have done, I’m just hoping that maybe some of y’all will spare a retweet or a repost and help get the word out to as many people as possible. Thank y’all. God bless.
This is my brother, Efren. Growing up he used to tease and make fun of me, but among all… Yulenni Venegas needs your support for Help Efren
Apologies for the late update. But first and foremost I just wanna say:
Thank you so much.
We’re blown away by everyone’s generosity, I never thought that this would gain as much traction as it did, and Efren also wants to say thank you so much. Words really don’t do justice to the overwhelming amount of support and love that we’ve received though this and though everyone reaching out and offering your kind words and suggestions. When I showed this gofundme to Efren he was speechless, both my mom and I cried because now he gets to stick around just a little bit longer, and that would’ve never happened were it not for everyone’s support. So a million times, thank you.
Now for the (actual) update: Since we heard about the diagnosis, we’ve been applying to a couple of different charities and to St. Francis’, SCCA’s, and UW Medical Center’s financial aid departments respectively. I want to give a quick shout out to people who offered advice and helped us navigate this whole financial situation. Thanks to everyone’s help, Efren’s been able to see a whole army of doctors and hospital staff (Efren says there’s too many to count) and he’s gotten his first round of chemo with more to come in the following weeks. Because of you guys, he’s been able to laugh and talk shit about me for the first time since we got the diagnosis, something I never would’ve thought I’d miss. The bill has gone way WAY down, so now we’re looking at a total of $25k instead of $200k, mostly for meds and the initial emergency room visit.
We never expected this much help and generosity. We’ve set up a payment plan for the remaining amount so it’s not gonna be due all at once – this is a long road to remission as I’m sure some of you may know, so hopefully a combination of payment plans and a diet of ramen packets (I’m kidding mostly) will help us weather this storm. Again, my whole family and I just want to thank each and every single person who’s donated, shared, and sent kind words or prayers our way. God bless you all.
(Including the funds from PayPal, cashapp, and Venmo):
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Chapters: 2/4
Fandom: Haikyuu!!
Rating: General Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Hinata Shouyou & Yachi Hitoka, Kozume Kenma & Yachi Hitoka, Kageyama Tobio & Yachi Hitoka, Hinata Shouyou/Kageyama Tobio, onesided Oikawa Tooru/Hinata Shouyou, onesided Miya Atsumu/Hinata Shouyou, background Kozume Kenma/Kuroo Tetsurou
Characters: Yachi Hitoka, Kozume Kenma, Hinata Shouyou, Kageyama Tobio, Oikawa Tooru, Miya Atsumu, Kuroo Tetsurou, Miya Osamu, Ushijima Wakatoshi, Sugawara Koushi, brief appearances by others
Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Modern with Magic, Alternate Universe - Bakery, Witch Yachi Hitoka, Catboy Kozume Kenma, because he’s yachi’s familiar hehe, somewhat unrequited love, also temporarily unrequited love, sugawara & kuroo are the only ones in possession of braincells, but kuroo uses his for evil (capitalism), Fluff and Humor, Romance, Eventual Happy Ending, Light Angst, Friendship, long and silly chapter titles, if cottagecore and witchcore had a baby it’d be yachi in this fic, minor verbal abuse directed at One (1) bird, Love Potion/Spell, kenma is essentially salem in this, if salem was a gamer instead of like an evil man
Summary:
Yachi’s (well-meaning) mother sends her a (somewhat illegal) love potion that is accidentally (thanks Kenma) baked into a blueberry pie by one oblivious Hinata Shoyo & later sold to three unfortunate gentlemen: Oikawa, Atsumu, & Kageyama.
And so, as Hinata’s batch of pretty gentlemen callers do their best to woo him over, Yachi is (expectedly) freaking out, Kuroo (that filthy capitalist) is enjoying the free gifts & boost in sales, and Kenma (who still pleads innocent) is at war with a very persistent crow…
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