Juno/Daniel | 28 | bi | he/they/him
Catching Elephant is a theme by Andy Taylor
hey guys, i’m making a new post since the last one lost traction. so, as some of you might know, my dog freddy has recently been diagnosed with cancer (b-cell lymphoma), and we’ve already started chemo, since acting quickly is key to giving him the best shot at survival. he’s still doing well and behaving like his usual self, thankfully, and with treatment, he has a good chance of living a year or more with quality of life. that’s all i want for him.
his chemotherapy treatment is a weekly cycle that ranges from 200 to 250 reais for each shot, and that paired with the weekly blood tests he has to take and the cost of the oncologist appointments themselves means the treatment will cost over 1000 reais a month, which is definitely not something i can afford right now. i’m currently trying to find a more affordable or even free alternative, but in the meantime, i’m doing what i can to keep the treatment going, since time is of the essence. this first phase will likely be the hardest financially, and while i can cover some of the basic vet expenses, i can’t manage the full cost of chemo on my own just yet.
that’s why i’m asking for help – whether it’s a donation or simply sharing this post. every little bit would help, and i’d appreciate the support more than i can say. thank you!!
Monotypes
Accident waiting to happen.
No railing, wall, nothing but a hole.
Terrible.
I am Alaa… Can you hear me?
I am a woman from Palestine Gaza 🇵🇸.
I once had a modest but loving home with my husband, Mohammad, and our four children: Mahmoud, Somaya, Mostafa, and little Sila.
Our house was small, but it held our world — filled with warmth, laughter, and dreams.
Mohammad worked as a tailor, using his hands to stitch dignity into our days, providing just enough for us to live in peace.
But in a single, brutal moment… everything disappeared.
An airstrike hit our neighborhood.
Our home collapsed under the force of the explosion.😭💔
We escaped with nothing — not clothes, not memories, not even the toys my children cherished.
Mohammad’s tailor shop was demolished by Israeli bulldozers, leaving him without work, without tools, without hope.
Now, we live in a torn, fragile tent.
It doesn’t shield us from the cold.
It doesn’t protect my children from hunger or fear.
Rain seeps in. The nights are long and cruel. My children cry themselves to sleep.
I am a mother who cannot provide warmth, food, or safety.
I watch them suffer — I hear their tiny whispers asking when we’ll go home again… and I have no answers.
I am Alaa😓.
I don’t ask for much.
Just a chance to live with dignity again.
Just a moment of mercy.
If you hear me… if you feel my pain…
🌸Please help us🌸🙏.
Even the smallest act of kindness can bring light into our darkness.
Donation link
From a mother with nothing left but a trembling voice… thank you❤️🫂.
hate how the moderate liberal position is “trans people can play sports as long as they don’t ever win”
every single liberal is like “haha you complete fucking idiot! you think trans women are dominating at sports! check this out! *pulls up example of trans women losing at sports* checkmate, conservatives”, up until the exact moment that a trans woman is good, heaven forbid. then suddenly they don’t have an argument anymore and they’re just like “hmm. shit dude. maybe you probably shouldn’t compete actually. your joy and success is really making us feel uncomfortable”
LGBT friend groups
Being an evil doppelganger has to be so fucked up like imagine meeting a better version of yourself. Some chain of events going differently that led to “you” being a better person in a way you can never achieve. Personally I’d have no other option but to try and kill them
It’s always “oh no my evil clone or twin or whatever is trying to kill me” and never How is my evil clone? Says a lot about society