#everything better

[ecnerret]

[dubiousculturalartifact]

So: A League of Their Own was a sports related film with a lot of queer subtext, turned into a modern television show where there was room for fully developed queer characters and relationships, while respecting the spirit of the original

& I just think if we’re gonna roll with this concept, then Bend it Like Beckham should be next

[zemellow]

furry art, especially weird furry art, fills me with joy

[beetleskeleton]

Morning thingy heehee <3 

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Pale yellow sun rays barely filtering into the walls of the Archives, the Archivist slowly powered on after a comfortable, relaxing sleep. As she expected, her dear husband was laying right beside her, all tucked comfortably in her arms in the large cuddle pile that was their family. Of course, as the Archivist arose, so did most of their children, with a few staying asleep with their father. 

The Archivist leaned down and pressed a soft, static kiss to the side of her husband’s face to wake him up. “Good morning, my dear.” She murmured as Elowen grunted sleepily. He blinked up at her, and almost immediately had a loving yet still sleepy expression on his face as he greeted her back, “Good morning..” The Archivist simply giggled at his adorably silly yet endearing ways, only smiling back down at him. 

“Best you get up now, dear, it’s going to be a busy day today.” She chided, and Elowen very begrudgingly sat up and stretched, “Right right, of course..” He yawned as some of the other little bots started to get up as well. 

Even as the two got ready for the day, the little librarians were already buzzing with conversation, with the biggest discussion being what files they would see today. With some other miscellaneous conversations about some random stories or something interesting they saw while scavenging yesterday. 

As the two talked during what for Elowen was breakfast and the bots preparation for the day, Elowen couldn’t help but pepper a few kisses on his wife’s monitor, much to the disgust of any of the little librarians there to witness it.

The two only laughed to themselves at the open reactions of their little ones and their affection, leaning against one another. “You know, for such a busy day ahead, you sure are allowing a lot of cuddling..” Elowen teased with a coy smile, and the Archivist quickly retorted with her own lighthearted remark, “Perhaps I want to spend some time with my loving husband.” He only smiled even wider, pressing another kiss onto her monitor.

“Oh so we’re being flattering now?” The Archivist teased with a smirk that made Elowen’s ears go bright. “Well maybe I just want to be affectionate with my teasing wife!” He said as the Archivist half-heartedly snickered to herself. 

“Besides, how could I pass up the opportunity to flatter you? When you flatter me to a shorter stack than I already am.” Both of them laughed at that, with that being more than enough to restore the loving gazes that the little ones dreaded knowing that another kiss was incoming.

[enzaime-blog]

Why?

New Story has been published on https://enzaime.com/why/

Why?

Why do some people get cancer? Why do some people have gene mutations that cause cancer? Why do some cancer treatments work on some, but not others? When I was first diagnosed with breast cancer in 2010, I never questioned why breast cancer chose me. In 2013 when it returned, and metastisized, I certainly questioned why.

I got over questioning how I got cancer in the first place because I will never have a definite answer. It could be because I have the brca2 mutation and I was also DES exposed in utero. DES was a drug given to pregnant woman in the 60’s to prevent miscarriage. It could be a combination of both..I’ll never know.

Unfortunately, I’m entering a sobering phase of my breast cancer. Since March of this year, I have not been feeling well and had to cancel a summer vacation to Italy. I started to lose my appetite, and have lost quite a bit of weight. I feel weak and tired quite often. I haven’t driven my car since April, but she is being taking care of by Michaela, who drives it to her internship. The poor intern driving a Mercedes. I digress. I have a host of other symptoms, primarily liver and shoulder pain due to increasing lesions, and a cough due to the increasing size of lymph nodes between the lungs.

At my visit last Thursday with my oncologist, I was told that I was running out of viable treatment options. Any cancer patient knows that when you hear this, death is getting closer. I am not giving up hope yet, but I am realistic. I began a new chemotherapy that we hope will be the miracle to stabilize the cancer. There might be one more viable option after this chemo and there may be other options, but we may be just grasping at that point.

So what do I do now? I prepare my legacy. I have been very tired so it is taking a while, but I will get it done. I want my children to know all about me, and to have something from me when I’m gone.

I’m not sure how much time I have, but it makes me angry that I might not see Max graduate high school next year and go off to college. It makes me angry that I might not see Michaela graduate college next year. It makes me angry that I will not become a grandmother. How sweet it would be to snuggle with my itty bitty baby grandchild and spoil it rotten. It makes me angry having to leave the love of my life, Mark. Our 26th wedding anniversary is next week. We were suppose to grow old together. Cancer, you are taking me away from my family and friends (and dog Wally) who I love. I hate you!

I pray this new chemo will help me feel better, and of course stabilize the cancer. I will be honest with all of you, when you have days in which you feel crappy from the chemo and/or cancer, and need help doing everything, you just don’t want to go on. I have had days like this, but a talk with Mark (or my dog Wally who is a great comfort and listener) makes everything better.

[moose-kisses]

Hi everyone,

thank you all so much for following me! I really appreciate each and everyone of you. That’s why I even tell you about this. I’m startig over. This tumblr was my first experience on this website. And for most of the time, it was a great experience. But lately, it’s only been a means to cheer me up when I’m feeling particularly down, so this association kinda stuck. So I’m off to something new. I’m starting a completely new tumblr, that’s dedicated more towards positivity, health and caring for myself. If that interests you, or you maybe took a liking to me and would like to continue following me, check out the link. I would love to see some of you over there. If that’s not your cup of tea, that’s completely fine too. Maybe I’ll even come back to this tumblr here sometimes. I certainly won’t delete it. Have a great day everyone!

[nikaharper]

Everything Would Be Better If...

If I could drink red wine Or coffee whenever If I could be thinner Or cook a great dinner If I had a cat And a comfortable bed But instead... I have my own parking, and books line the walls And I hate it, but laundry’s not that hard at all But everything would be better if.... If I made good choices And stayed in touch better. Didn’t second guess If I was a good guest And stopped panicking Over something I said But instead... I know lovely people who help me get through. I bet lots of them worry about this stuff too. But everything would be better if... If I didn’t worry About my big tummy If I wrote a fraction Of what I think I can make If I could stop crying From thoughts in my head But instead.... I help people smile, that counts for a lot. I live how I want to, work with what I got. But what could be better... If I had no money, And I don’t, so it’s true I’d be doing the same thing I’ve wanted to do Which is write and tell stories And share them with you. I’m allowed to be worried. That is what people do. I need to remember Life is already great I want to be greater I’ll just have to wait. I’m impatient as hell and don’t believe in fate... But I fucking believe in myself. Sometimes.