#cancer cover

[midweastindigo]

twenty one pilots | singles | 2016//2020//2024

(self-titled) (rab) (vessel) (blurryface) (trench) (sai) (clancy)

[orengejoshi]

Joshman + Kenny💜🩷

variant under the cut

it's inspired by the vibe of the song "piu piu" by lulu feat. TJ_beastboy

[skeletalheartattack]

honestly, the most devastating news you could hear about in 2007 while playing roblox was learning that Scatman John passed away in 1999. like, finding that out was the roblox child's equivalent to 9/11.

[19o19o19o19]

Kevin looks like Wymack.

You put them side by side and actually try to pay attention to them, and after a while it's one of those things you can't unsee once you've seen it.

Sure, he has his mother's black hair and dark, intense green eyes. But everything else? Wymack. His tanned skin, his buff, muscular build; his face structure, with big eyebrows and strong nose and deep set eyes and full lips; his hands and ears and his wavy hair, too, even if Wymack doesn't keep it as long anymore.

If Kevin let his beard grow, all you'd see would be Wymack, if a little to the left; younger, with different colors and a bit more hair. No wrinkles or white hairs, just yet.

If you saw pictures of a younger Wymack, all you'd see would be Kevin. Kevin, with brown hair and brown eyes, the same wavy hair, if a little longer, maybe. This is specially true the younger you go. You put pictures of them as children and the grainy and faded quality of David's makes them look like the exact same kid. All the way down to similar mole placements.

Well. Except two of them.

Two small moles. Sitting one right next to the other, at the corner of Kevin's left eye. Those were Kayleigh's. They were one of Wymack's favourite places to kiss her.

It's been so long nearly nobody remembers he had them in the first place. But Kevin remembers. Kevin could never forget.

Riko used to say they were the perfect placement, back when they were still kids and would use markers to doodle the numbers on their faces. He would use them as guidelines, putting each line of the roman numeral over each mole. Riko liked them because then they would always know where to put the mark and he could use them as a reference for his own.

He also liked to joke, telling Kevin all about how they were a sign. A sign that everything was always meant to be like this, a sign that Kevin was always meant to be his second.

Kevin didn't exactly know how to feel about that. He didn't mind the idea of tattoos that much, but he felt odd whenever he looked at a mirror and couldn't see his mother's moles. Alas, it made Riko happy, and if Riko was happy, then Kevin had to be, too. If he tried hard enough, he could even convince himself that his mother would be proud. After all, it meant he was one of the best in the game, and wasn't that a good thing? All people had to do was look at his face and they would know immediately.

And anyways, it was just marker. It would fade eventually and his moles would still be there.

Except.

Then it wasn't just marker anymore, was it? It was ink. Permanent, at the corner of his left eye. Each line of the roman numeral forever covering each mole. The perfect placement, the perfect guidelines. A sign.

And it wasn't like they were the only connection he had with her, the only thing left behind.

He still had his mother's eyes. He still had his mother's hair. He still had Exy and her drive and her passion and her legacy and all the expectations that came with it.

And yet he was also aware that none of those things could ever truly replace her. That doesn't mean he didn't try, though.

Therefore, when he lost the moles, as small as they were, he couldn't help but feel as though he was loosing a key part of himself. That the space inside of him, the one with her exact shape, the one left empty by her death, the one he's spent his entire life desperately trying to fill with all the ill-fitting things she left behind, sat a little bit emptier now.

So, yeah. It's been a long time, but Kevin remembers.

Now, having a Queen instead might not be as good as having his moles back, but this, at the very least, he doesn't need convincing to know his mother would be proud of.

This, at the very least, doesn't feel as empty.

[canisalbus]

realistically, i know fur cannot tan. but in my heart i believe vasco would love to sunbathe and would develop an even warmer golden brown from it, while machete would turn pink-red from merely going outside for more than 10 minutes

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[mustystrade]

HOW CAN I HAVE HIS MAN TITS IF HE IS DEAD BECAUSE OF SKIN CANCER 😔😔😔

Look at his titties

COVER UP THOSE TITTIES SLLUT

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[paverics]

a gay guy approached my mum on a night out last night and said he “knows” that she is transsexual because he’s a gay man and he “can tell”

but here’s the thing — my mum had cancer. twice. she lost all of her hair. it’s never grown back. she wears a wig. it’s something she’s incredibly self conscious about. and it made her cry

my mum had 2 surgeries to remove all of her female reproductive organs, and she still suffers from the aftermath of those surgeries. i spent 2 years thinking she was going to die. i saw her in hospital for weeks, unable to walk and barely eating. i see her now struggling with the consequences of those surgeries. her lack of hair is the least important or interesting thing about her. i’m just so thankful she’s still here, regardless of how she looks (which is still beautiful btw, and i wish she saw it)

so i just want to encourage people to keep thoughts to themselves because i cannot stress enough how wildly inappropriate it is to approach a cancer survivor and question their womanhood when that womanhood almost killed them. mind your business

[timetravelstudies]

I dont even have a joke for this one he looks so much like mimi here. @ GEGE WHEN I CATCH YOU

[feketeribizli]

goodnight people in my phone... kisses 🥰

[handweavers]

sometimes i'm like 'maybe having to wear long sleeves and long pants outside every single day forever isn't completely necessary for my skin' so i went outside in short sleeves yesterday for just a couple hours and my skin wants me dead now. can't have shit with a sun allergy

[saltyfilmmajor]

“Goodbye, Marc.”

And what if I cried, Kevin.

[nonbinary-androids]

I think it would have been fun if there had been more cancer symbolism tied to Constantine and his rebirth as Call. IDK how they should have done this but I know Callum "Call wants to live" Hunt would have listened to Master Rufus talking about how cancer cells have their self-destruct signal turned off or how cancer can metastasize and felt sick

[guardian-angle22]

hi heather!! 💜 first of all, i just want to say how much i love your gifsets and appreciate all the hard work you put into them! i also love seeing what books you're reading, so my question for you for nice ask week is, what is your favourite book of all time?

Thank you so much for saying that! I appreciate it!

This question is kind of evil though, I’m not gonna lie. Just ONE favorite? Of All Time?? ONE BOOK?? 😭

I'm going to cheat and give one fiction and one nonfiction since I read so much of both. Also, I'm giving these answers with the caveat that if you ask me this question a month from now, I'm probably going to give you different answers. 😅

The Night Circus by Erin Morgenstern

The circus arrives without warning. No announcements precede it. It is simply there, when yesterday it was not. The black sign, painted in white letters that hangs upon the gates, reads: Opens at Nightfall Closes at Dawn As dusk shifts to twilight, tiny lights begin to flicker all over the tents, as though the whole of the circus is covered in fireflies. When the tents are aglow, sparkling against the night sky, the sign lights up: Le Cirque des Rêves The Circus of Dreams. The gates shudder and unlock, seemingly by their own volition. They swing outward, inviting the crowd inside. Now the circus is open. Now you may enter.

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Bless the Blood by Walela Nehanda

When Walela is diagnosed at twenty-three with advanced stage blood cancer, they're suddenly thrust into the unsympathetic world of tubes and pills, doctors who don’t use their correct pronouns, and hordes of "well-meaning" but patronizing people offering unsolicited advice as they navigate rocky personal relationships and share their story online. But this experience also deepens their relationship to their ancestors, providing added support from another realm. Walela's diagnosis becomes a catalyst for their self-realization. As they fill out forms in the insurance office in downtown Los Angeles or travel to therapy in wealthier neighborhoods, they begin to understand that cancer is where all forms of their oppression Disabled. Fat. Black. Queer. Nonbinary. In Bless the Blood: A Cancer Memoir, the author details a galvanizing account of their survival despite the U.S. medical system, and of the struggle to face death unafraid.

WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE??

[birf]

I got good doctor news this week 😌 finally

[spaghett-onaplate]

yooo i just found out that medicare partially covers top surgery now!! not very much mind you but still much better than nothing