This coming month, we will need 500$ after coupons have already been applied- I have developed a friendship with the pharmacist and am working directly with them, they let me buy a few pills at a time for her and we have already applied coupons but it still results to this amount monthly. If anyone can help, share this or donate, it all helps with giving me hope that things will be fine in the end. I just can't wait until she won't need these pills come this summer, as she only needs them for one year.

My p*yp*I is: saysam @live. ca

For those of you who weren't aware of my situation, this is a screenshot from one of my previous posts where I was melting down, shortly after her heart attack had happened:

We caught up with our storage bill just in time to get billed again, we will need food again soon, and we will need to book time at this bnb, although that's not top priority rn, we don't have to rebook till the 14th rn.

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I am drawing for anyone who gives $50+ just message me on my art blog. @theartistrans

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V3nm0: @tab-99

He helped animate every single creature and robot by hand on his tablet, he praised the animators for every single shot and talks about how brilliant they are, how hard they worked on every detail, he treats all of them like human beings, like geniuses, just as integral to the film as himself and the actors. The animators themselves talk about how intentional and detailed his ideas were, how helpful and insightful he was when he spoke to them about changes, when he came to them with new ideas.

- you’re never truly alone or unloved

- progress takes time, recovery takes time, real change takes time, and that’s just fine

- your brain telling you you’re worthless at 1am does not make it true whatsoever

- loneliness, heartache, rejection, and grief all hurt but they are not forever no matter how much they feel everlasting

- you don’t have to change to fit someone’s ideal image of you

- no one is worth losing yourself over

- mixed emotions and anger and regret are all part of facing reality and coping

- people do not all love like you do

- you are more than your problems

- Mand’alor -

You’re at a seedy Coruscant bar. Things were bad when the Empire was here, but now that they’re gone it’s even worse. The New Republic doesn’t dare touch the planet, and as a result the entire world has turned completely lawless. If you’re lucky you live in a militia neighborhood that hasn’t corrupted itself yet, if not…

Which is exactly the neighborhood you’re in. It’s close to a holiday. The bars are packed. You try and avoid the crowds but only manage to end up in a less than trustworthy establishment with a few pals. However they soon drift from you, and soon you find yourself alone, tipsy, and an easy target.

You think the Rhodian is nice at first, sweet and flirtatious. Yet then his friend crowds in from behind you- and you’re too tipsy to try and raise your voice, call for your friends who have slipped off into darkened corners with their own chosen partners. The Rhodian’s hands are wandering and you shut your eyes, breathe hard as your hands clutch at the bar counter.

Yet his touch is ripped from you with a yell, and you turn your hazy vision towards a figure who’s armor flickers under the iridescent glow of the bar lights. He takes one, two punches to your attacker to incapacitate him, and then wordlessly dodges the sloppy hit from his friend before using his whipchord to pull him feet out from under him and stun him.

You’re cowering against the corner of the bar- terrified, skin too cold to touch, eyes wide and arms shaking. The Mandalorian whips to you- and under his expressionless stare you whither. Yet instead of stalking towards you, raising his blaster at you, he simply holsters the weapon before asking in a low voice that scrapes against his throat: “Are you alright?”

It takes you a moment, but you nod, limbs still shaking. You must seem like a small thing, because the Mandalorian takes a step towards you, extending a hand as a type of treaty before speaking again: “It’s okay, you’re safe. I want after you.”

You hesitate, but his glove is warm to the touch under your fingers.

“Can you make it home by yourself?” He asks, and despite his intimidating appearance his words are genuine, sincere. You quietly shake your head in response, not trusting your legs to carry you hone in the condition you’re in.

The Mandalorian seems to sense this too, because suddenly he’s leading you outside, his hand on the small of your back as you shiver. He flags down a cab and helps you inside, paying the driver and instructing him under no uncertain terms to take you directly home and make sure you get inside safely.

“Wait.” You speak at last, finding your voice as he turns away from the speeder. “…Thank you.”

The Mandalorian looks over his shoulder to regard you just for a moment, but you see his hands unclench, his shoulders loosen just a fraction. Then, quietly, he speaks only to you.