ME, MY DISABLED PARTNER, AND OUR PETS ARE GOING TO DIE IF PEOPLE DO NOT START MAKING IMMEDIATE MEANINGFUL EFFORTS TO HELP US.
We need immediate emergency relief. But everyone pretends I don't Exist.
I am so. Tired. Of writing these posts. They never go anywhere. They never do any good. People never seem to care.
I have stopped writing posts because I am always too sick, now. I am too sick to get out of bed and I AM ACTIVELY DYING.
I LITERALLY HAVE SKIN CANCER AND A HERNIATED DISC IN MY NECK CAUSING SEIZURES AND THREATENING TO LEAVE ME PARALYZED AND I CANNOT EVEN GET PEOPLE TO DONATE ENOUGH TO FEED MYSELF OR AFFORD MY MEDICATION MUCH LESS GO TO THE DOCTOR OR PURSUE TREATMENT
I haven't been able to afford my medication since NOVEMBER and nobody cares except for 1 or 2 people who can only afford 20 here & there which doesn't cover my $1500.00/month medication & I am at the point of risking Death every single day.
I have done LITERALLY EVERYTHING IN MY POWER TO HELP MYSELF AND IT ISN'T ENOUGH. Texas holds EVERY BAR deliberately out of reach of the disabled, trans, and mentally ill-- and I fall into every single category. I am fully disabled, handicapped, autistic, trans with suicidal dysphoria-- and I had my gender affirming care ~ripped away~, and own a uterus which is basically a death sentence in this state, now. The system is completely backed up, has been since Covid, all applications have been on hold for basically 3 years, now. And, yeah. People decided to Kill me.
PEOPLE ARE BEING STOLEN OFF THE STREETS, HERE.
But no one can seem to handle caring, reblogging my posts, offering advice that actually applies to my circumstances (most people spout some highly ignorant 'got mine' bullshit when I have clearly stated that I have already sought every possible government means and was basically told 'hurry up and die already'), or making an effort to proactively help me SEEK HELP from others.
I was thrown on the streets to die homeless in winter. I am HOMELESS, bouncing from place to place, and I have run out of places to bounce. I have NOWHERE to go. I have NO FRIENDS. I have NO FAMILY. I have NO support group. I have NO insurance. I have NO doctors. Yet
all people do is scroll.
Please. HELP ME.
DO YOU UNDERSTAND HOW ABJECTLY TERRIFYING IT IS KNOWING THAT PEOPLE WHO HAVE THE MONEY FOR CANCER TREATMENT RARELY SURVIVE BUT YOU DON'T EVEN GET TO START TREATMENT BECAUSE YOU HAVE NO FRIENDS, FAMILY, SUPPORT GROUP, TRANSPORTATION, INSURANCE, OR MONEY???!?!
If you have ever liked a piece of art I've made, or a meme, or a video, or a stream, why do I not deserve to live????? Do you literally think I deserve to DIE-- literally DIE-- because I am disabled??? Because that is PRECISELY what my ableist & transphobic ex-friends & family have decided, and they are getting away with it. Why.............???
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Helpless
Hello friends! I'm gonna try to get through a good chuck of Febuwhump this year!
Prompt #1: Helpless @febuwhump
Warnings: Imperial!Tech. Mentions of needles and implied torture.
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It wasn't the fact that you couldn't move that frightened you the most. Neither was it the blinding lights of the laboratory, nor the frigid metal table that chilled your naked skin. It was the goggled clone who entered into the room behind Dr Hemlock.
"T-Tech?" The words were barely a whisper.
Dr Hemlock chuckled, "I'd like to introduce you to my new science officer. You will be under his care from here on out. I suggest you comply with his direction or things could become rather unpleasant and I don't think any of us want that."
Your heart pounded, chest tightening, threatening to choke you with every beat. You glared, the initial fear quickly succumbing to rage. "Kriff you! What did you do to him, you monster!?"
Hemlock seemed unaffected by the outburst, and simply pressed a small button.
A cry of pain wrenched itself from your lips, jaw snapping shut as a burst of electricity coursed through your body. It was over as soon as it had begun, leaving muscles to twitch as you gasped for breath.
He tutted, "Like I said, cooperate and things will go much easier for you."
He turned to the clone, "Report to me immediately if you find anything useful."
"Yes sir."
Hemlock nodded and briskly turned and walked out of the room.
"Oh Tech..." You sighed with shakey voice, unable to stop the tears running from the corners of your eyes. A mixture of horror and guilt settled deeply in your gut, threatening to poison every thought. "What did they do to you!?"
Tech was silent. He turned to a console across the room.
"Subject is alert and attempting to use emotional appeal to influence the decision making of the chief science officer." He spoke to himself, typing something into the console in front of him.
"Tech!" You shouted, tugging at the restraints,
"Answer me, dammit!"
He was silent for a moment. "Subject appears to be agitated and aggressive. Cooperation will need to be coerced if behavior continues."
"Please talk to me..." The anger seemed to melt, flooding you with a warm, heavy helplessness and heartbreak as he turned to you.
This was not your Tech. It couldn't be. That curious light behind his eyes now deadened into a steely emotionless logic.
"Please..." You pled quietly once again, "Don't you remember me?"
He pulled a metal tray beside him filled with various tools and instruments.
Gloved fingers palpated your inner arm drawing a silent gasp. For a brief fraction of a second your heart jumped at his touch - a body's hopeful instinct seeking that physical connection. Those hands had touched you before, but never so callously - never so cold.
"Relax, this will not harm you. I simply need to collect a few blood samples."
If you closed your eyes, maybe you could imagine that you were back on the Marauder. Maybe you could send yourself back to remember how Tech's fingers passionately caressed over your skin - anything to dull the cold precision of his current examining.
You jerked, pulling against the restraints that held you back. The needle didn't hurt as much as much as the look of indifference in his eyes.
"You used to love me, Tech. Don't you remember?"
He entered something into a datapad and looked up.
"This will go a lot easier if you cooperate."
You pulled against the able again, attempting in vain to rid yourself of this prison.
He regarded you cooly as he walked back to the tray beside the table. "I would advise against that."
"Please!" You pled, tears once again running down your temples, "Use that big extraordinary mind of yours to realize this is wrong!"
He was silent again. You tried to meet his eyes but he simply turned away, grabbing something off of the tray.
"Tech, please!" Your wrists were sore and raw, stinging and burning as the restraints bit at them once again, "I won't let you do this!"
He turned back to face you.
"I do not need your cooperation to gather these results. Fighting me will only make this more unpleasant for you. It is your choice."
He paused, allowing you to consider the options. Anger won over the sorrow.
"Kriff you."
He sighed, "Very well."
A barred restraint snapped across your shoulders and chest and another across your forehead. You felt them tighten - squeezing and pulling - until they allowed not even the smallest wiggle.
"Tech!" You gasped, "Please! You know me! Please don't do this!" Your voice cracked, "Please!"
"Relax, and I will be finished shortly."
"I love you, Tech. Whatever you do to me.... Just remember it isn't you."
A moment of hesitation. A fraction of a nanosecond. A tremor of a hand. One blink and it was gone. As you looked up at him, perhaps there was just a glimmer of sorrow - a single tear unshed and hidden far away. Hope that maybe with time, all could be saved.
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