Day: October 4, 2017

raisedinthesmoke:

“I know how that feels.” Jayne conceded with a soft shrug, although his life experiences had been a little different.

“One of the things my mom used to say was that it didn’t matter how bad things were because there was always the likelihood that someone had it so much worse than we did, even after… well, everything. Guess it was ‘cause she was a medic in the army before I was born, so she’d seen some pretty rotten shit in the field and it was her job to make it better.”

“I wouldn’t say someone else always it worse, People react to different things differently. Easier to say we all have our own pain and everyone needs a kindness,” he offered, shrugging a little. “Telling someone that someone else has it worse sort of devalues the fact that the person hurting needs a little help or comfort. Or at least, that’s what my great grandma tells me.”

foxofthewildhunt:

“If you’re above the age of twelve it is, but it’s a fun awful. You should really watch it. It has this stupid, inexplicable ability to make people laugh that I’ve never been able to reach after years of trying.” 

“Why would I want to subject myself to something that sounds like it could very likely destroy brain cells?”

foxofthewildhunt:

“You should see my downward facing dog.” He laughed, cold and angry sounding. “But wrong thing I’m done with.” And he kicked the stand up and drove off. 

“Go figure your ass is above your head.” It was too easy, but she let him go for now. She knew well enough that she would see him again.

foxofthewildhunt:

“No. I’m late for yoga.” He huffed, digging through his things, chucking out a leather bound book which splayed out loose pages of spell recipes, drawings and photos when it hit the ground  before snatching up his helmet from ontop the bike. “There. I’m done with it. Who gives a shit. Leave. Me. Alone.” 

“Doubt you’re the type,” she teased, not even paying much attention to the book as it hit the dirt. “Good. Now go make shit up to your kid and stop being a waste of space.”

lgbtqkidsrock:

ayamccabre:

dayzies-s:

tan-fit-healthy:

letsdeadlyfart:

bluedreamsx:

slaveoftheflesh:

xsorrowxlightx:

trumpetnista:

rarely-pure-never-simple:

thecornercoffeeshoppe:

hickshannary:

small-and-misunderstood:

Saw this somewhere else and felt the need to post it cause no one else ever really tells you this stuff

My mom never really noticed. She noticed when she was breast feeding my little brother and blood started coming out instead of milk. 

My mom said she felt and saw a little lump in the shower. She was lucky enough she found it at stage 2

My mom had a mammogram. The radiologist thought the spots were just regular calcium deposits. 

Turns out it was triple negative breast cancer that had spread to her lymph nods. Mastectomy, radiation and chemo saved her life.

This could SAVE a life.

dont be embarrassed to reblog, this post could be life saving

Signal BOOST and pass it on. I had a breast cancer scare before (luckily it was just scar tissue…) and information like this kept me calm and collected at the doc’s.

As a cancer patient myself, who found my own cancer through a supposed LARPing injury last year, i know how scary it is and how important it is to catch it early. Please spread this around!

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its all in the boobs

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foxofthewildhunt:

“Fuck off.” He stepped back and started storming away towards his bike. Shooting the held up burst of power over at her feet before pulling on his gloves. 

She jumped back, eyes rolling as she simply brought herself outside. “Not that easy, cookie. Going off to murder more innocent bystanders?”

foxofthewildhunt:

His hands were literally shaking, desperately trying to keep them from curling into fists for his own preservation. Those talons were no joke. “Well this isn’t your kid!” Voice raising, anger was so alien to him, breathing heavy and starting to draw power back to focus it on his twitching open hand by his side.  “So she gets a dad who just murdered a few people but still left her, sometimes showing up for a birthday, is that really better than hey he wasn’t around but at least I know he was a fucking psycho so oh well?” 

She smirked and took a step closer to him. It was a game to her, one she knew would work out in her favor. “No. But my eldest’s father was a killer and it fucked her up. So good luck with that, fucking your kid up more than it sounds like you already have.” 

foxofthewildhunt:

“Shut up.” He snarled, the surging power enough to flicker lights and raise begin to raise hair. “She’ll know I wasn’t worth her time, what’s one last let down compared to a life of them?” 

“Honey, I’ve got kids. I’ve got more nieces and nephews than I can keep track of. Kids wait their entire lives for their parents to try to make up for their shitty mistakes. This though? There ain’t no comin’ back from this, cookie.” She knew she had struck a nerve and she was going to keep digging in on it. 

foxofthewildhunt:

“I know. But I also know you’re not impossible to convince. No deep water, nothing deeper than your waist anyways. Someplace isolated and I’ll do the leg work to find it. We could make s’mores, ‘forget’ swimsuits,” He booped Grayson’s nose and did his best teasing smile back. “And I’ll make sure you don’t wander off or get hurt if you want to, well, chew your cheeks off for a bit.” After a beat his attempt at sly teasing burst into a goofy big smile and he tinted red. “Wow my slang is outdated.” 

“I don’ own a swimsui’ so tha’ ain’ really a forge’in’ thing,” he shot back, giving him a goofy grin. “An’ I can swim jus’ fine. I jus’ don’ like fish.” Or weird water plants brushing against his skin when he couldn’t see them. Water made him jumpy. “I’m somewhere ‘roun’ six hun’er’, yer slan ain’ tha’ ou’ o’ date,” he laughed, leaning up to steal a kiss.