#cw: cancer

[torchflies]

Okay Top Gun Fandom, I don’t know who gave me this headcanon or if I'm just mistakenly remembering a fic but — Hangman as a childhood cancer survivor fits so well to me.

Like scary well.

I always write Rooster like he's running from something, which he is, but Hangman gives me the same vibes. I've just never been able to place what it is — because he is somehow both very careless and hyper careful with his own life? He flies like Mav, who flies the way he does because he has something to prove. Hangman doesn't. But he still flies like he does, like maybe he's trying to prove it to himself? 

He speaks about death so casually and doesn’t hesitate to enrage Rooster to spur him to move, get up and do something, as if he's hyper-conscious of his own ticking clock. 

He's a big-headed braggart, yeah and an obnoxious asshole, but what if that's a front to keep people from getting close to him? What if he has the same reasons as Rooster does for not wanting their relationship (friendship or otherwise) to work? He doesn't want Rooster to have to lose him (in that way? I’m not sure if Carole having cancer is canon?) after everything he already has. 

Just… a childhood survivor Jake who would definitely have a strange relationship with his own mortality. He would be subconsciously planning his own death and grieving his life even though he's been in remission for years, because that was just expected for so long, he got used to it. He picked a dangerous career and flies dangerously because he can, because he's alive and part of him is always waiting for the other shoe to drop or for his body to fail him again. He's the best because he knows he only has a finite amount of time and he doesn't know what his future holds. Just, childhood cancer survivor Jake.

(I also really want to write something about Ice and Jake meeting each other when Jake is a kid in treatment. Maybe the same infusion center? But who knows?)

Just me rambling 🤷

[ethicaltreatmentofcowplants]

Heya, I don't want to make a thing about this, but. Just for the information of my mutuals, I blocked 'life and death,' 'life & death' and whatever foreseeable tags the expansion pack will have for now. So if you tag me or expect me to respond to those posts, I won't be able to view them 🤍

a little more info below the cut

We lost my dad to cancer last year. He was still relatively young and had been in excellent health prior to that. For context, my mother's father and both my grandmothers were still alive when he passed. While I'm generally fine with death in the Sims since it's handled in a silly way (and have attempted the black widow challenge before), I do toggle off aging, turn off neighbourhood stories and don't age grandparents etc to elder in my legacies because it's still rather raw for me.

And when I was watching the trailer, even though I could appreciate that it appeared to be done in the same silly way as other serious life events without cheapening the subject, the funeral and funeral home scenes had me feeling some kind of way. Especially as both my birthday and Christmas approach when he always made occasions like that such a big event.

So yeah. This is not to rain on anyone's parade or make people feel like they have to censor themselves around me. I'm usually fine with death in other people's gameplay so long as it is tagged appropriately, doesn't deal with that c-word (or other real life terminal illnesses) - and no one is responsible for me being triggered on the internet.

The trailer did look pretty good. It could be a strong pack if they execute their ideas well, but then, it is also EA.

[frownyalfred]

“I have five months to live and you’re making me do this alone?!”

but it’s Bruce and Clark. Bruce with terminal, quickly-metastasizing cancer and Clark just. Leaving, because his brain literally can’t handle the idea of his best friend dying. Can’t watch him go through chemo and see him wither away. And Bruce being furious.

[wondrouswendy]

James McCaffrey voiced three of my favorite characters in games. Zachariah Trench, Alex Casey, and even Thomas the Poet. They all mean different things to me.

Cancer is a sensitive topic for me. I lost my dad to it a few years ago. Cancer keeps taking family members, friends, and people who I've never met, will never meet, but who I have met through their artistic performances. I hope they know how much their work has been an inspiration, a guiding light, a helping hand during difficult times.

Control and Zachariah Trench helped bring me out of a devastating writer's block two years ago. Working on Days of Thunder, writing from Trench's point of view, helped me grow as a writer and as a creative. I've written countless stories featuring James McCaffery's characters and I was working on countless more when I saw the news this morning. It was a gut punch.

For me as a writer, I try to listen closely to the voice performances to try and mimic the tone, cadence, style of speaking for the character. So I spend a lot of time while writing to try and mimic/iterate on what a character like Zachariah Trench or Alex Casey would say, because obviously with fanfic you have to think outside canon/the box.

Talking with @rangerzath about it, I have to steal something they said because it rings so true to me: "the thing that hits hardest is that all of the characters he voiced were fighting something existential, and it's devastating to know that the man behind the voice was fighting something too" and that pains me on multiple levels. I wish he didn't have to go through this. I wish NO ONE had to.

I'm comforted in the fact that he will live on through his art and his performances of such fantastic, vulnerable characters. I know in my heart he gave his all with his last performance of Alex Casey. His delivery of several lines in AW2 will hit much, much harder now. His performance was truly a masterpiece, and he was vital to the characters and stories being told through this game and others he has been a part of.

McCaffrey will be deeply missed by the fans of Remedy's games, and his presence will be missed in all other Remedy games going forward. It will not be the same without him. I'm sending my best wishes and warmth to his family and friends, may he rest in peace.

[catboyazem]

i started this blog as a coping mechanism when my mom was diagnosed with cancer. today we got the news that both her kidneys are shutting down and that the tumor has bounced back again. we don't know how long she has left.

that's all.

[hippolotamus]

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I’ve been thinking about this particular Fuck It Friday a lot. What, if anything, I wanted to say. And honestly I’m still a little unsure and kinda flying by the seat of my pants here. Placing it under the cut, because it’s a sensitive topic that might not be your jam (and that’s okay!)

p.s. if you read the only thing that matters now (is everything) 1) i thank you and 2) i am very much looking forward to sending Alexis and Twyla on a much deserved 17 day anniversary celebration 💖

This past April I turned 38. I had been doing a lot of inner work and finally - fucking finally - felt like I had plans for the next steps in my life. Just over 2 weeks later I was given some News™️. Needless to say all of my well laid plans took a backseat. To doctor appointments, surgery, a very unexpected hospitalization, fatigue and lethargy like I have never experienced before, so 👏 many 👏 fucking IVs and tests👏… seriously feels like I’m working my way through the worlds worst bingo card.

And all of it the result of something I was confident I was too young to have. Wrong again. Hippo: 0 Cancer: who TF even knows, I’ve lost count

But as miserable as it’s all been, today is nothing short of a spectacular day. I’ll have my final dose of chemo, and celebrate moving forward with the people I love most. You know who you are. I love you more than I could ever express in a hundred lifetimes. And I don’t know how I could have ever managed through this without you. Sure I could have, but it’s been infinitely easier this way 💞 Thank you for giving me a safe place to exist and for always letting me feel like a normal human.

[caisjunlis]

tw: death, cancer

......

grand mama told my aunt she wants to die and idk how time cope with that knowledge

I know she's not well anymore because on top of her fucking cancer she got an infection which made her stop her treatment for over 2 months now but god I am not ready

I'm so not ready I can't deal with it

[iheartvmt]

Please pray for me. This morning my big dog, Luthien, passed away.

We diagnosed her with an inoperable heart tumor a little over 6 months ago, and had been watching for worsening symptoms to know when to say goodbye, and she hadn't shown any. But one way this tumor can kill is by causing rapid heart failure, either from an arrhythmia or from cardiac tamponade. So it wasn't a surprise or sudden, not really, but it was so very quick. She did her normal morning routine -- ate her breakfast, pottied normally, sniffed the "newspaper" (the telephone pole at the end of the driveway), and hopped into the car to come with me to work. I stopped at the gas station for coffee, and when I came back out, she was collapsed and barely breathing. She was gone less than a minute later.

Once I'm feeling better, I'll probably write up the case study, partly to help me process, but also because the type of tumor she had is considered rare in dogs and would be good for y'all students to read.

[fortheloveofexy]

In the end, "growing old together" only lasted until Neil's 50th birthday. 

The day they found out Andrew was sick.

It had started as a lingering cough, a shortness of breath that wouldn't go away.

Neil had wanted him to go to the doctor, but Andrew had deflected, and he decided not to push. He couldn't blame Andrew, after all. Hospitals and white lab coats were unpleasant reminders of the past. Until, mid-way through slicing the cake, Andrew had started coughing up blood.

Neil had put his foot down, then, and Andrew reluctantly acquiesced. Three doctors, two referrals and countless tests later, and they finally had a diagnosis. Lung cancer. Stage four. They'd both quit smoking nearly two decades ago. Fate was cruel, like that.

To his credit, Andrew puts up a good fight. He hangs on for two years, clinging to life for perhaps the first time ever. Neil isn't stupid. He knows Andrew's only doing it because he'd made him promise to try. It's the last promise Andrew would ever make.

Neil doesn't know how to go on without Andrew, after he's gone. He doesn't want to. Living in a world without Andrew seems so pointless. In the end, he doesn't live. He only survives.

Neil Josten is 86 years old when he dies. Miraculously, impossibly, he goes quietly, in his sleep. When he wakes again, Andrew is there - young again, as he was when he'd graduated PSU. He's holding out a hand, a smile hidden in his eyes. Neil is so, so relieved to see him.

"You're here," he chokes out, rising to his feet, "My Drew."

"Abram," Andrew beckons, his voice soft, "It's time to go."

"I'm sorry," Neil weeps, "I'm sorry I made you wait."

[kirstythejetblackgoldfish]

'I extend a fraternal hug to my colleague Pepe Mujica. I am sure that he will be able to win this new battle against the disease. We respect his long political career and his contributions to Latin American integration. I hope that soon we can meet to talk about the direction of our Great Homeland.'

Jose Mujica, the former president of Uruguay and 'the world's poorest president', has been diagnosed with oesophageal cancer at 88 years old

[musesbykai]

The anniversary of my dad's passing is in a couple of days. I haven't really been able to cry or anything until tonight where it's just kinda flowing out

I still miss him a lot, even after 8 years. He was still making jokes and fought so hard up until the end when he still had his good days.

I can't forget the bad days. He completely forgot us, told us that we weren't his kids... Thought we were killing him, screaming at us for keeping him in hospice, shit is still traumatic 8 years later. No one deserves to see a loved one like that.

Sorry this is a downer of a post, I know things are hard for a lot of folks at the moment. I just needed to get it off my chest without being a burden on my friends. I'm fine, it's just a natural part of grief.

[slowandsteddie]

I was thinking about participating in WIP Weekend this weekend, but ultimately decided against it.

We’re putting my baby down tomorrow and I just don’t want to put that kind of pressure on myself.

Well,,, technically, he’s my aunts dog. And she’s having a hard time with it. It’s time to stop putting it off so hopefully she doesn’t change her mind again.

His name is Bandit. He was born 4 July 2016. He is a Siberian Husky, German Shepard, grey wolf mix. He is the bestest boy. All brown and black with the most amazing brown eyes that I have ever seen. His muzzle is just starting to go grey.

He loves cuddles, cats, cheese, and stealing dirty laundry. I cannot even begin to count the amounts of underwear and socks that he has stolen from the household. Sometimes he hides it. Sometimes he eats it. I swear in years to come, we will still be finding under garments in the most random of places.

Cancer has taken a lot out of him. His fat, his muscle. It’s curved his spine and made it all but impossible for him to walk more than twenty steps. He’s being carried up and down the stairs everyday.

But you look at him and he’s still there. His eyes still light up and his tail thumps against the floor so hard that you can almost feel it vibrate. He still eats. He’s still gentle and loving. He still lets both cats lay on him and chew on his ears. He hasn’t gotten mean.

He’s best boy. Best friend.

We’ve had to let many dogs go.

This one hurts the most.

They say that we’re all made of stardust. I think his and mine have always been close together, ever since The Beginning. He is the dog I was meant to have, and I thought we’d have so much more time…

[hikarry]

There's this show in the portuguese television whom's host is a portuguese singer with cancer and my grandpa insists on watching it every saturday just to watch the poor man waste away slowly but surely

I don't watch it cause since my mother had cancer, it triggers me and I get paranoid but also, watching it just to confirm the man is dying in front of the whole country is just plain cruel

[kriimhild]

Hi Kriim, I hope you are feeling well.

I wanted to thank you for bringing us chapter 3 of Dusk Lounge and the effort and time you put into it ❤️✨.

But notice I had a general question about the Biomatics. Since we know that they are organic these beings and has artificial material that replicated human cells: the animal.

I was wondering. if they have the ability to reproduce with each other? They can have children or not? 👀

Or would it be impossible for them to have that ability to reproduce?

I would be very grateful if you could solve this doubt 😅✨️.

Heyo! I'm pretty well, thank you! I'm so glad you liked! Hope I can bring the 4th soon ;)

I have to make it clear that this part of the storyline is still unclear and quite disturbing!

Do not read if you are not sure about any of the cw's!

Here is the current draft:

cw: death, body deformation, cancer, killing

The animaterial can actually create in its own host body.

But only the host.

Technically, it's not impossible for a biomatronic to become pregnant, but the chances of this are extremely small, as a new life would start developing in a potential womb, which the host organism would try to impose itself on, knocking out the partner's genes/introduced organic matter.

The result would be a deformed and unviable cancerous fetus, which would inadvertently affect the body of the 'mother', thus rendering them cancerous.

If somehow this were to be successful and a live, crying baby were born, it would pose a threat to them. Babies keep themselves alive by emitting a scent that stimulates the adult brain to some extent to start caring for it, at least something like that in humans case, but bite me if I'm wrong, I'm not 100% sure

However, biomatronics have a much more sensitive nervous system, and some of them are far more advanced than humans. If a biomatronic baby cries out, the predatory instincts of the adults around it will immediately kick in at the smell of prey so 'defenceless', even those who would never dare to kill. This was Fazbear's way of trying to code these creatures against overpopulation. After all, that's what they're fighting against.

[furby-organist]