palmetto state foxes » nicholas esteban hemmick ∟ it’s about family. not necessarily the one we were born with, but the one we chose. this one, the people we trust to be part of our lives. the people we care about.
authors note: I absolutely loved making this. Jeff is an angel that deserved better.
“Mom, Jeff is here to help me study for history!” You said as you took your boyfriends hand and lead him upstairs to your room.
“Keep the door open.” She yelled after you.
“Mom!” You grunted earning a chuckle from Jeff.
You closed the door to your room against your mothers wishes.
You two had a big history test coming up so you decided you would study together. You lay stomach down on your bed with books and notes surrounding you two.
He pushed a piece of hair out of your face and tucked it behind your ear. He smiled. “Can I kiss you?”
“No.” I smiled. “Do your work and then we’ll talk about it.”
“God damn, woman.” Jeff mumbled and then began reading his textbook. You giggled and began reading over your notes.
You continued reading and quizzing each other in information for about an hour. You were once again reading and the room was silent. You subconsciously moved your hand to the nape of his neck and began playing with the hair on the back of his neck.
You hadn’t realized what you were doing until the action drew a low moan from the boy next to you. Looking over at your boyfriend you realized he was already looking at you. With a swift moment, he flipped your body over so you were lying on your back.
Jeff’s eyes scanned your face before he pressed his lips to yours. You automatically kissed back. Your hands moved back up to his neck and played with his hair while his hand moved to your face.
“Y/N have you seen my—okay you are making out with my friend.” Clay looked away laughing.
You pulled away from Jeff and sat up fixing each others hair. “Jesus, Clay. Knock much?” You giggle.
“Sorry…Wow this is just so wired. My twin sister and my friend.” He says and you and Jeff burst out laughing.
“Yeah well get used to it, Jensen. She’s a keeper.” Jeff says putting his arm around your shoulder, pulling you into him.
“Glad you two are happy.” Your twin said before he left leaving you to and Jeff to continue what you left off. ;)
- okay i know i just saved you from a burning building and you look beat but are you wearing crocs
- okay i know you just saved me from a burning building and you look beat but are you wearing crocs
- you come into the starbucks i work at in full costume and everyone is freaking out and yeah you might have just fought God himself but there’s still no way in hell i’m giving you your Venti Iced Skinny Hazelnut Macchiato, Sugar-Free Syrup, Extra Shot, Light Ice, No Whip™ for free forget about it
- i turned up to comic con in my superhero costume and people don’t think it’s me and keep saying my costume isn’t very accurate???? do you want me to accidentally break your arm
- no i’m not a superhero that’s my twin the only superpower i have is the ability to attract all this unwanted attention
- i’m just a superhero what i do is save the city i never wanted to be invited to walk the red carpet!!!! designer dresses are hella expensive!! i keep this city safe i don’t deserve this
BONUS: no NO i am not sitting next to chris evans at the oscars he’s captain america!!!!!! yes i know he’s acting but he does the superhero thing better than i do!!!!
- hey buddy everyone in the business meeting is staring at you because you left your mask on maybe you should like,,, take it off
- haha yeah right you’re a superhero bro h - diD YOU JUST SHOOT A LASER BEAM AT MY COLLECTOR’S EDITION LIFE-SIZE SCOOBY DOO
- i came in to get cough syrup not take a photo with you for your shop wall please have mercy i’m ill
Alicia fox on her Lillian Garcia interview described her career:Here is what she said:
“Sometimes I feel embarrassed of my career in a sense because like when the fans come up and say, ‘Underrated or this or that.’ I never really realized that until social media popped up. Then I’m left thinking, ‘Am I underrated?’ I’m one of the only girls that don’t have any merch, never had any merch even when the Bella Twins and I were together it was still Team Bella, but I never complained about any of those things because in my head, ‘It’s okay, it’s okay.’ A lot of fluffy content thinking. But you know what, maybe it’s not okay, but then it gets me upset and angry because then I’m thinking well what will my next chapter look like? Is it going to be okay if I’m not putting food on my table or my career’s at the control of someone else?”
This is sad to hear….her northern lights suplex is the best.
To be specific, she has a disorder called Factor V Laiden Thrombophilia (same as me *waves*), a genetic mutation that causes abnormal clotting of the blood. When treated appropriately (I can never take birth control, I’ll develop complications if I ever get pregnant if I’m not careful, and in situations such as long flights I have to make sure to move around as often as possible), it’s manageable.
There’s always a very real sense of danger, however. See, blood clots can form anywhere in the body, and *move* anywhere if not caught quickly enough. If it moves to the heart or the brain, you’re screwed, plain and simple. Even if it doesn’t, and it just stays in your leg and eventually goes away, for example, it leaves damage that is often irreparable.
Fifteen years ago, when my Mom was pregnant with my youngest sister and what would have been her twin, she developed a bloodclot in her left leg. It was late enough in her term that attempting to get rid of it would have meant terminating the pregnancy, and my Mom, after asking if she would die from it and being told no, decided to not go through with the procedure. She lost one of the twins, gave birth to my baby sister, and ever since then has lived with a disability that puts her in constant pain.
The first time I saw her with her bad leg, it was when I was six-years-old. She came home with my little sister–I had to hold her since my Mom needed crutches to get around. She screamed the entire time she walked down the hallway to her room. It hurt her that badly. I’ve never felt more helpless in my entire life. The sound of her crying like that has never ever left me.
The best way to describe the physical atttributes of her leg would be like taking a hot knife and stripping off all the skin of your lower leg. Among the symptoms she’s had for over a decade include: swelling to the point that she’s torn pants, weeping–which means the wound on her leg that never goes away because of the poor bloodflow leaks fluid–to the point that she has to wrap a towel around it, bleeding, the skin cracking and falling off on a regular basis, a higher chance of getting infections (in the past four years, she’s had two staph infections, one of which resulted in an emergency room visit), and the almost complete assurance that in the next ten years, she’ll be completely wheelchair bound.
She raised me and my three other siblings on her own with that disability after my Dad left and our extended family stopped giving a shit about us, and as often as she frustrates me, I want to be able to help her. She has done *so* much for me, and seeing her in pain every single day, having her crying in bed because she thinks nobody will ever love her again because of her bad leg, seeing her cycle through seasons of depression only to fight back with everything she has, seeing the look of hope when she finds something that might fix her leg only to learn that it’s too expensive to get the treatment, kills me. Knowing that it’ll only get worse without proper help hurts more than I can properly articulate. She isn’t the perfect mother, not by a long shot, but I love her and I want to be able to help.
The thing with her leg nowadays is that the bloodclot is gone. It has been for about a decade. It’s the damage it did to the veins that remains. We have yet to encounter a doctor willing to attempt surgery to replace the damaged vein, and everything else has been more for dealing with it than actively trying to find a solution.
We have found one possible one, however. An oxygen treatment that has been proven to help restore bloodflow. The problem is, the treatment is expensive and considered experimental, so it isn’t covered by our insurance.
You’re probably wondering where I’m trying to get at with all of this. It’s simple. One treatment costs 150 dollars, and my Mom would need to do about eight of those in the span of a few months to see any actual improvement. I want to change that. I want to be able to go up to her, tell her, “I’ll handle paying for the oxygen treatments to fix your leg.” I want to be able to see some hope on her face again, instead of the near-constant acceptance that she can’t change it no matter how hard she wants to.
I’m still just that six-year-old kid that wants to help her Mom. The only difference is, I’m not helpless anymore.
On my Patreon, I make a grandiose show of how I want it to help launch my career as a professional writer, which is true, but nestled deep in those descriptions is one throwaway line about helping to pay for medical bills. I didn’t delve deeper into how on there, since as this post shows it gets rather long-winded, but of the many medical bills that comes with this family, the need for my Mom to get this treatment is starting to creep higher and higher. She’s already showing signs of being unable to walk, and her leg is slowly but surely getting worse. Her doctors have even started talking about possible amputation if there isn’t any improvement.
In short, I’m asking you guys for help, because I don’t know what else to do. I don’t want to see my Mom in pain anymore. I know how to help her, but since losing about $500 worth of income last month, my paychecks go towards the bills and such that we already have. I haven’t been able to save like I used to, and the longer we wait the less likely we’ll be able to fix anything.
I need your help, guys. My Mom needs your help. I know this is a longshot. I know I’m not popular, I’m not beloved in a way that warrants having money thrown at me for no good reason, my creations are still fledgling, I know there are people out there that have it so much worse, but I’m still taking this chance. I’m coming with my nose pressed to the ground before you in supplication, and asking from the bottom of my heart: please, help my family.
Whether this story warrants that is beyond me, but stories are all I have.
If you can offer anything, thank you. If all you can do is read this, thank you. There isn’t any guilt here. It’s simply a story and a question from someone with nowhere else to turn. Those don’t always need responses.
They say brows should be sisters not twins, but my brows are more like the conjoined twin challenge from season 7 of RuPaul’s Drag Race. My right one is Pearl, the beautiful child beauty pageant winner. My left one is Trixie, the one that didn’t get enough nutrients in the womb and whose mom didn’t bother to put sunscreen on her, but still has a chance to make it back in the race.
Like. What the fuck would aliens think when they see two people who look identical, but act TOTALLY different from each other. Example.
Srotar: Ah! Human Max, I was looking for you. What did you say earlier about eggs?
Greg (twin 2): What? No, I’m Greg. You’re looking for my brother. He’s on level 4 watching Earth tv.
Srotar: What?? You’re exactly like Human Max! You have the Human brown hair follicles, the green binocular eyes. You even emit the same sound waves!
Max (from afar): Did I hear my name? Oh, hey Greg. Hey, Srotar.
Srotar (completely shocked): Wha…
Max: Yeah, I forgot to mention. This is my twin brother, Greg.
Srotar: Do all humans have identical copies?
Greg: Oh, don’t be ridiculous. The only thing identical about us is how we look and sound. We’re completely different!
Srotar: I do not comprehend?
Max: He likes the colour blue..
Greg: And he likes the colour red.
Srotar: Why was there no information in the Human Care Pamphlet??
And eventually the aliens learn to find subtle details that allows them to tell the twins apart, and with the introduction of new alien crew members, the Humans prank them by “teleporting” around the ship (twin 1 goes through the door on the left, then twin 2 comes out the door on the right, etc.) and fucking BLOWING the alien’s mind.
「 THEME #015: DYNAMENE by angelicxi 」 ↳ [ preview / codes ]
❥ the link to the code is in the sidebar desc.
Summer is such a terribly hot season, isn’t it? My constant need to hidrate inspired DYNAMENE’s design: sleek, clean, but still packing a little “kick”. Named for one of the nereids (Dynamene and her twin were said to spin and roll the waves), this theme is indeed divine — what’s more, this is a low-effort immortality, as the design is easily accessible to all types of blogs and easily customizable =] .
[ + ] 500px posts;
[ + ] left sidebar;
[ + ] a title slot, which can be changed separately from your blog title via the customization panel;
[ + ] subtitle slot, similarly editable via the customization panel;
[ + ] a description slot — I strongly suggest keeping it to four lines, as shown in the preview;
[ + ] NB: keep in mind that you have an inbuilt description slot in your customization panel that is separate from tumblr’s. I chose to add it in since tumblr is so prone to glitching, and people reported disappearing or missing descriptions as a result;
[ + ] the menu comes with a twist — the fontawesome icons that define each link become see-through with a little bit of CSS magic, allowing us to peek underneath! (don’t worry if you want to change the default ones and still keep the effect, it’s easy and there are instructions within the code itself n.n) tip: if the menu doesn’t show up at first, refresh. it happens on first loads.
[ + ] speaking of links, you have home, ask, + 3 extra slots;
[ + ] plain color background option;
[ + ] gradient background option;
[ + ] full wallpaper background option (make sure it’s at least 1366x768 pixels ! ). tip: tumblr is, as previously stated, very glitchy. in order for all the on/off options to work right, turn everything off first, and then turn on those that you want active.
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