hopeless romantic. biosciences knower (derogatory). multilingual eng, esp & a couple of african languages.
⊘ do not copy, repost, or feed my work to a.i.
⊘ i don’t write dark content.
⊘ racists, homophobes, transphobes, zionists and xenophobes will be blocked.
seeking asylum is a human right, trans rights are human rights, nobody is illegal on stolen land, free Palestine, free Congo, free Sudan, fuck ICE, fuck immigration enforcement and fuck the cops.
on Friday, I lost a family member to liver cancer. This year also marks 11 years since a very dear family friend died of pancreatic cancer.
Late stage liver & pancreatic cancer have some of the worst prognoses, and the lowest five-year survival rates outside of triple negative breast cancer and glioblastoma muiltiforme brain cancers.
If you experience any of the following:
A change in bowel habits (constipation, diarrhoea) lasting two weeks or longer
Poo that is black or dark grey in colour, even if it is just the once
Blood in your poo (this may appear as red streaks, or be present after you wipe), even if it is just the once.
Stomach pain that feels like it’s stuck just under your rib cage
Upper-to-middle back pain lasting two weeks or longer
Bloating, vomiting, unusual flatulence/feeling gassy or nausea after meals
Sustained, unexplained weight loss
A sudden development of acid reflux/sustained acid reflux after meals lasting two weeks or longer
then I would strongly encourage you to make an appointment to see your primary care physician/GP.
I know it can seem intimidating or embarrassing to go to your doctor about stomach issues, particularly things like being gassy or issues with your poo, but early detection saves lives. Detecting pancreatic & liver cancer early allows for more aggressive intervention and surgery, and reduces the risk of metastasis/the cancer spreading.
I would ask you that if you’ve been putting off a doctor’s appointment, you make it today, in memory of M & J, both dearly loved and sorely missed.
Here are some charities & organisations that do research, provide survivor support networks, and provide patient and carer information on treatment and more comprehensive symptom lists:
Learn about the common symptoms of the world’s toughest cancer, such as weight loss, digestive problems, back pain and more.
Support Line Freephone: 0808 801 0707. Dedicated UK pancreatic cancer charity. Specialist support. Investment in research. Driving awareness
Finally, @ciricearts has some excellent resources on her blog for pancreatic cancer.
Look after yourselves, folks. Make appointments, push for second opinions if you feel like you need them, and don’t let embarrassment prevent you from getting care.
Cancer is real, and life threatening, and doesn’t discriminate; early intervention and diagnosis are so, so important and life saving.
hey, sorry I’ve been inactive. a family member has been diagnosed with terminal liver cancer.
in the past couple of weeks her prognosis has dropped from a year to 6 months. she’s not doing fantastic (hospitalised for a procedure to try and kickstart her liver function again), and I’ve not had much time to write between trying to be there for my family and explain things (medsci undergrad; I am dismally unqualified but I’m the only one who somewhat understands the procedures & medications) best I can for them and working additional cover shifts.
SUMMARY: you come back from sparring with Hawkgirl with some new bruises. Guy has a thing or two to say about that.
WARNINGS: gn!reader, established relationship, injury (reader is bruised from a grapple gone wrong — this is not from Guy, nor something that happened due to malice), protective Guy, suggestive language throughout.
NOTES: inspired — if it’s not obvious — by Touch-Tone Telephone by Lemon Demon. Specifically the lines ‘UFOlogy, yes it’s all real/ancient aliens, yeah it’s all true’ and ‘I’m the only one/on your AM radio.’
written for guy gardner writer supreme @twentytomidnight :)
PSA: this fic is entirely written by me. I’m a long run-on sentence bitch at my core and thus I use em dashes a lot, as is the grammatical form I was taught. I do not use AI!
“Jesus Christ.” You hiss, lowering yourself gingerly onto the largest, comfiest sofa that the Justice Gang HQ communal space has to offer.
Hawkgirl absolutely dogwalked you in today’s spar.
You’re pretty sure two of your ribs are cracked, or at the very least badly bruised — hence the ice-pack currently sweating chilly condensation in your hand — and the rest of you is no better off, haematomas of varying etiology (Hawkgirl has some incredibly pointy elbows and insane grip strength, as you’ve just discovered the hard way) and intensity peppering your arms and midriff.
You get yourself horizontal, and shove the icepack under your shirt against your smarting side, closing your eyes in order to wallow in your defeat fully.
Just as you get (relatively) comfortable, the glow of the overhead lighting through your eyelids is blotted out. You crack an eye to find the love of your life (and the pain in your ass) stood above you, grinning wide and smug.
“Hawkgirl says you tapped out.”
“Aw, fuck me.” You groan. “Listen, if those were her pulled punches, I kind of feel bad retroactively for everyone she’s been hitting at full capacity.”
“That’s quitter talk, sweetcheeks.”
“Quitter talk?! She literally bruised her fingerprints into my thigh!”
You yank the leg of your shorts up to your hip joint, exposing your thigh; sure enough, the five-point starburst bruising of a too-tight grip is beginning to settle into the skin of your upper thigh, the livid crushed mulberry of new blood under skin.
Guy’s eyes traverse the length of your exposed leg so slow and covetous it’s almost tangible. His eyes linger on the bruises as his smug smile turns into a leer, tongue darting out to lick out over his right incisor as his stare turns lecherous.
“That’s kinda hot.” He says, contemplative; you scoff in return.
“Guy, I’m not fucking you with cracked ribs.”
At your words, the cant of Guy’s stare slips from lechery to concern.
“Cracked ribs? The fuck are you doing here instead of in medical?”
After thirty minutes in medical — as it turns out you’re the proud owner of some bruised bones, not broken ones; a small mercy, but a mercy nonetheless — and a chemical cold pack and a tube of arnica later, you’re making your way to your room.
Beside you, Guy is grumbling in earnest, clearly annoyed on your behalf.
“Hawkgirl and I are gonna have fuckin’ words.”
“Babe, there’s only room for one of us to get our ass kicked by Hawkgirl in this relationship. Besides, she apologised right after.” You placate.
“You think I can’t take Hawkgirl?” Guy huffs, offended.
“I think if you don’t fix your phrasing, I’m gonna start developing a complex about Hawkgirl.” You laugh.
That hot, hungry look comes flooding back into Guy’s eyes in full force, lust lining his teeth as he bares them in something that technically meets the criteria of being a smile, but is entirely carnivorous.
“Well shit, honey. How’s about we leave Hawkgirl and her complexes until later, and I give you a proper consolation prize? I’ll even do all the hard work, on account of your ribs and all.”
Tumblr is rolling out a new reblog/notes system that completely disregards creators. In their new system, they're taking a twitter-style approach where reblogs will have their own notes that DO NOT contribute to the original post's notes.
Because of this, creators will no longer be able to see an accurate display of likes/reblogs/etc. This is completely altering the way feedback and responses to works are going to be received on this website.
If you come across a fan work that you enjoy, please take the extra step to go to OPs original post, and leave your comment/like/reblog there. Or go one step further and send an ask to OP directly to tell them what you liked!
I really hope Tumblr staff reverses course and reverts to the original reblog system for the sake of the large base of creators who use this site to share their works, but until then, please be considerate and make sure the creators here see/feel the love.
