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‼️EMERGENCY FUNDS: I need Help With Medical Bills And Equipment ‼️

Howdy Y'all, please share my story with me at least a little, I am a Type 1 Diabetic. I was diagnosed in February 2019 after being very sick and I weighed 88 lbs. For the last two and a half years I have had to inject insulin 4+ times for day every day, to stay within my blood glucose level.

In December 2020 I was hospitalized and had to have emergency surgery where I had to stay at home for the entire period of my illness without working, and I also had DKA aka Diabetic ketoacidosis is a serious complication of diabetes that occurs when your body produces high levels of blood acids called ketones.

In the picture, the devices you see are the ones that are needed to control my diabetes.

Diabetic ketoacidosis develops when your body cannot produce enough insulin. Insulin normally plays an important role in helping sugar (glucose), the main source of energy for your muscles and other tissues, enter your cells. Without enough insulin, your body begins to break down fat as an alternative fuel. This process produces a buildup of toxic acids in the bloodstream called ketones, eventually leading to diabetic ketoacidosis if left untreated.

Three months later in March 2021 I finally got to see an endocrinologist, who specializes in Type 1 Diabetes. Who told me that an insulin pump would be a good device for me?

I was recently approved for an insulin pump that will help me better control my diabetes. Although I am happy that I am approved the hardest part is coming up with the funds to pay for the pump and equipment.

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📎PAYPAL EMAIL 📧 Blueskyyyi@outlook.com

GOAL:$95/$340 A donation of any amount will be greatly appreciated even if you can't donate but if you share the story against friends It will help. Thanks to anyone and everyone who is willing to help.

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they had matching shirts oh my god i think we should all kill ourselves

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both hands fully draped around geto smug look in his eyes and geto just taking it all in too with a full smile i hate them so much

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cowboy geto ❗️

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you always knew you had a thing for older men.

It wasn’t just the salt-and-pepper stubble or the slow, practiced way they carried themselves. it was the stillness. the grounded energy. the calm. like nothing could touch them. like they’d been through hell and came back clean, sharper for it.

nanami kento was the embodiment of that.

you weren’t supposed to end up in his bed. it started with drinks after a shared mission, a conversation that lingered longer than expected. you were tipsy. he wasn’t. and yet he watched you like you were a puzzle worth solving. carefully, patiently, without a single wasted glance.

you’d had sex before. enough to know what you liked. enough to know that most guys your age didn’t really care about what that was. they rushed. they fumbled. Some were sweet, but rarely satisfying. even the slightly older ones, 25, 26, still had the attention span of a squirrel and the emotional intelligence of a wet sock.

but nanami?

nanami touched you like he’d studied you. like he had time. like he didn’t need to prove anything because he already knew he could ruin you. and would. he took off your clothes like unwrapping a gift he’d waited patiently to open. every touch was intentional. every kiss a quiet promise.

you thought you were prepared.

you weren’t.

his mouth on your neck, your chest, between your legs. devastating. the kind of slow burn that made you forget your name, arching into him with a gasp so raw you almost felt embarrassed. until you looked up and saw the way he was watching you. focused. like he needed to see what he did to you..

you expected him to be good. he was older, refined, deliberate in everything he did. from the way he sipped his whiskey to the way he looked at you, like he could read every need you hadn’t voiced. But this?

this was beyond anything your imagination had dared to stretch toward.

you're on your back, legs spread and trembling over Nanami’s shoulders, body pinned to the mattress like you were meant to be there. like he built this exact moment out of patience and control and years of knowing exactly what he was doing.

his cock stretches you open with a slow, thick thrust that makes your spine arch off the bed. he’s not fast. not frantic. he moves like a man who knows he doesn’t have to rush, because you’re already falling apart under him.

“good girl,” he murmurs, voice low and steady, as if he’s rewarding you for every helpless sound you make. “you can take it. i’ve got you.”

and you do. you take him. inch by devastating inch. because you can’t not. he fills you in a way no one else ever has. deep. heavy. the kind of depth that forces a raw, gasping whine from your throat with every stroke.

your nails claw weakly at his forearms, the only parts of him you can reach in this position. he’s got you folded open, helpless, a mess of sweat and slick and trembling limbs beneath him. his hips grind slow, controlled, like he’s studying how each angle wrecks you.

“too much?” he asks, and it’s maddening how composed he sounds while you’re unraveling like silk in his hands.

you try to answer, but nothing comes out but a high-pitched, wrecked little moan. your head tilts back. eyes flutter shut. brain static.

he leans in closer, the weight of him pressing into you deliciously, lips grazing your jaw. “words, sweetheart.”

you manage a shaky, whined: “don’t stop. please. don’t stop.”

his lips curve into the faintest smirk against your cheek, and suddenly his thrusts get deeper. not harder. not faster. just…more intentional. perfectly timed to make you feel every ridge, every drag of him against that sensitive spot inside you that makes your thighs shake.

your vision goes blurry. your mouth drops open in a silent gasp. And then it happens: Your brain short-circuits.

everything goes white-hot, your body locking around him with a desperate cry you barely hear. your climax rips through you with a sharp, clenching heat that leaves you breathless and boneless, twitching beneath him as he fucks you through it with devastating care.

“beautiful,” he breathes, watching you crumble.

you’re too far gone to even feel embarrassed at how wrecked you sound. you’re crying a little overstimulated, completely taken, the term “fucked dumb” no longer a meme, but a diagnosis.

he slows down. pulls out just enough to let you breathe, but not leave. his hands slide down your thighs, soothing, grounding.

and then, without warning, he’s back inside you. slower this time. softer. but it still hurts, in the way pleasure hurts when you’ve already come once and your nerves are still singing. you whimper, and he kisses your shoulder.

“i know, i know,” he whispers. “just one more. you can do one more.”

you don't know if you're nodding or crying, but it doesn’t matter. he keeps praising you, guiding you back to that high again with practiced care and relentless control. and when you finally collapse beneath him, thighs shaking, tears wet on your cheeks, he kisses you like you’re something fragile he’s honored to break.

he doesn’t leave right after.

he wraps you in a warm, damp towel and carries you to the bath. cleans you gently. makes you tea. sits beside you as your body catches up with your soul.

and when he says, “you’re safe,” you believe him.

and you realized then: you’d never be able to go back.

how could you? to twenty-something-year-old men who needed validation, who didn’t know what to do with a woman who needed to be held, not just touched? who didn’t understand the ache that came from deeper wounds. wounds that wanted comfort, not conquest?

nanami wasn’t just good in bed.

he understood. he moved with restraint, with precision. the kind of man who didn’t need to be loud to leave a mark.

you looked up at him. his calm, unreadable expression softened only by the way his thumb brushed over your hip. and it hit you:

you weren’t just ruined for boys.

you were recalibrated.

no one else would ever compare.

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silly bearnelli graphics inspired by motogp ones

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theyre aurafarming again

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hes so breedable WHAT who said that

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choso and this took so long cause i finally drew my husband so it had to be right and im really happy with it!!!

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and fuck that jujutsu society for real

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Tumblr Tuesday: One for The Sapphics

It’s Lesbian Visibility Week! Happy lesbian visibility to all who celebrate the visibility of lesbians all year round. Please enjoy this little collection of sapphic (fan)art to honor the occasion, and may we all remember to give the lesbians in our lives a little forehead kiss. 🧡🤍🩷

@mimimar:

@greenfinchg-illustration:

@gentlemosses:

@doodlenoodleh:

@tapiocats:

@coldcigarettes:

@theartofmadeline:

@clipsindrawers:

@mayakern:

@cronchy-baguette:

@emiuli:

@causticcapricorn:

@zucchini-draws:

@carabiner-pansy:

@adalheidis:

@fshfish:

@thatssofarahh:

@evgar:

@katieaki:

@bhramarii:

@dyke-dyke-goose:

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Tumblr Tuesday: Mermay!

It's that time of year again. The light returns to dapple the shallows, the buds are budding, the fish are spawning, and you are all churning out more merart than we can shake a floppy fin at. The results are incredible. The knowledge of marine life is astounding. The fanart tie-ins? Spectacular. And so we invite you to get inspired and revel in these depictions of merfolk from all corners of tumblr dot com.

@greenfinchg-illustration:

@littlestpersimmon:

@l00llaby:

@jun-hug:

@emry-stars-art:

@mermaidinn:

@p3pp3rm1ntt3a:

@thegorgonist:

@yuumei-art:

@iliothermia:

@m00ntunaart:

@kororobus:

@grungenova:

@moonliched:

@aberleigh:

@ionomycin:

@marmoladon:

@pixe7ed:

@guttertongue:

@diced-rice:

@tagzpite:

@performarie:

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💽 #Hello #my #name #is #boby #music #duet #musica #angel #mukbang #musli...

💽 #Hello #my #name #is #boby #music #duet #musica #angel #mukbang #muslim #mumbai #mustwatch

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Maxie: even death penalty is too light of a sentence

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geto suguru you were too beautiful too cunty too gorgeous too ravishing too irresistible too bewitching they had to kill you

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Tumblr Tuesday: Toot Toot Beep Beep

Fast cars. Dicey overtakes. Pit stop drama. Tumblr is in F1 fever, and the fanart is abundant and tremendous. Please enjoy these recent F1 fanart offerings 🏎️ 💨

@thefairyfanartsblog:

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@eenuaj:

@m0mj34ns:

@luftss:

@minkei:

@pppuri:

@heraldssrest:

@zen-llama:

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@etheireimagined:

@disasteraleks:

@alythh:

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@unknownaster:

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