#it’s the ten year anniversary

[knucklestheenchilada]

[kelpieguise]

rogue-lite inspired fr adventure mode... thing

[snowrassa]

HAPPY TEN YEAR ANNIVERSARY GHOST QUARTET!!!

[kuroshika]

happy ten years, you psycho bitches.

[harrywavycurly]

Not to alarm anyone but it’s been nine years since the last One Direction concert.

[lynnsenpai]

My ten year anniversary of beating cancer

On October 2nd 2014, I - a trans woman - was diagnosed with testicular cancer. I wanna talk about that a little today. (((Probably obvious trigger warnings, but I'm going to talk about cancer, mortality, and transphobia.)))

It was a crazy time, because that morning, I was just going in for my yearly physical with my doctor. I planned to talk to her about taking steps towards bottom surgery that day, and then I was just excited to get home and count down the hours until Smash Bros for 3DS would release the very next day. But the appointment went an unexpected direction during the physical.

I'd always been told by doctors my whole life to check for lumps, and as much as I hated that part of my body, I did as I was told. So when I never found lumps, I assumed that meant I was okay. Then my doctor told me one of them felt oddly hard. She left the room for some time (I assume to check some things) and when she returned, she explained she had some concerns and was sending to another specialist to confirm some things. She said she felt very sure it was a sign of testicular cancer, though.

At the time, my brain wasn't ready to hear that. My doctor was visibly shaken. My spouse was on the verge of tears. And I was deep in denial like, "but I mean there's a chance it might not be, right? So I'm not going to sweat it." In hindsight, I'm sure I was frustrating to listen to for not taking it seriously. But it wasn't like I was trying to be obstinate, I just was that strongly in disbelief. I didn't feel sick. I wasn't in any pain. Things were going well; this couldn't possibly be happening now.

And yet, a few days later, I saw the specialist, and it was confirmed. I had cancer. Any optimistic doubts I had, shot down in an instant. The specialist wanted to take care of this as fast as he could, so I was scheduled for surgery at the end of the month, and he gave me a stack of prescriptions for various tests I would go to - basically one a day - for the next few weeks.

I had lots of blood drawn. I had x-rays done. I had CT scans. I had an incredibly awkward, uncomfortable ultrasound. And at each appointment, I was seeing some new doctor, nurse, technician, or otherwise professional who probably looked at my chart and, despite my legally changed name and gender marker by that point, saw that the person in front of them had testicular cancer. “And such a person could only be a man.”

I feel like it must sound so petty to be worried about pronouns when you're dealing with something like cancer. But I want to stress that I was nearly a year in presenting full time as myself by that point. I hadn't been called a man in a very long time. And up until earlier that very month, I was on cloud nine and ready to take the next step in my transition. This whole ordeal, on top of being horrendously scary, also took huge strides in regressing all the progress I'd made with confidence and self-love over the previous two years.

And it got worse too. Insurance refused to cover the surgery because I changed the gender marker. Because "why would a woman need to get surgery to remove a testicle. That's just silly!" And there was no convincing them otherwise. Insult to injury, I had to change that gender marker back to an M in their system so that they would approve this surgery. It was a surprisingly easy change to make happen too (which was technically beneficial for the surgery, but also sucked in its own way).

Oh, and then I had to go off all my HRT meds in preparation to reduce the risk of blood clots during surgery. I never felt lower.

All the while, I had plenty of time to think about my mortality. I was only 30. What about my spouse who I love more than anything and might be leaving alone forever? What about my ongoing webcomic, my work of passion which at the time was only nearing about the halfway point, and was at risk of being left unfinished forever? And what about my own future that not so long ago felt so bright?

It would not be an understatement to call October 2014 one of the darkest, heaviest, scariest periods of my life. But not in that good fun "Halloweeny" way.

But the big day came. On October 28th - ten years ago today - I went in for surgery for the first time. I was in the OR for maybe an hour, and the cancerous testicle was removed. As suddenly as it started, it was over.

Recovery was a long and painful (without dragging out the story longer than it already is, the surgical site got infected, so healing probably ended up taking longer than it should have). But the good news, all things considered, was that they successfully removed it, and I wouldn't even need chemo because it was caught so early.

There's technically more to the story. I would later see an oncologist who encouraged a second surgery, to remove the other testicle, as well as lymph nodes around the kidneys, all as a preventative measure to make sure it didn't come back or spread. I didn't love this idea, but she seemed confident that this was the right choice, so I went along with it. And just four months after the first surgery, I went and did it all again. (This time went much more smoothly, but was a much bigger incision, and was still a very long recovery.)

The whole thing, start to finish - including recovery time - was only about 7 months long. I would go for regular oncology visits and testing and blood draws along the way for years to come, but it never showed up again.

In 2016, I finally got back on track for bottom surgery, and then had it done later that same year. My gender marker is back to being an F (where it should be) on everything. I also have two wicked cool scars to show that I conquered cancer.

Unfortunately, I don't think I ever fully mentally recovered from the emotional stress of that first month, as doctor visits still evoke way more anxiety for me than they used to. But I don't get misgendered anymore, at least.

This was all ten years ago I wasn't sure I'd still be here on this day back then. But I got through it. I'm still here for my spouse. I finished that first webcomic after an 11 year run, and have since started a second. And… I'm doing okay. I'm doing the best I can everyday.

It was a terrible time in my life - an especially terrible way to start my 30's - but I think it helps to talk about from time to time. And the ten year anniversary, feels as meaningful a time as any.

So thank you for reading all that. Please make sure to take care of and check yourself. Even if it's a part of yourself you don't want.

Stay safe, stay happy, and stay healthy everyone.

[wooahstoryofundertale]

HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!! ❤️

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[violetsquare111]

as of today it has officially been TEN YEARS since animator vs animation 4 was released- and yknow what that means, the second coming's 10th birthday!!! felt i should make a lil doodle at least :D

was originally going to draw all the color gang but uh. finishing a drawing for a deadline? lol. lmao even. here's the poses tho. (yellow is doing the arm thing :))

happy birthday, sc. <3

[deancasforcutie]

oh to be a teen again watching Supernatural's 10.05 Fan Fiction ten years ago today and being seen by Robbie Thompson perfectly capturing how it felt just Wanting To Be Believed about your truths and the Epic you're resonating with in Supernatural - in what the cynical adults around you dismiss and deride like they do everything women/girls and -adjacent like, being seen as a baby queer by his naturalistic representation and assurance that subtext is a legitimate form of storytelling they lovingly include that you can't spell the story without, all the validation but nary a clue in the world that the writers' rebellion behind all this we were seeing would win after a fight to be heard just like all of ours and he would come back as showrunner for the musical-inspired spinoff that sang us that same song of validation in Dean's Supernatural Romance begging completion. no other road, no other way, no day but Ten Years After that day

[weepingalaxy]

if your classic freddy design looks like this i hope you know youre awesome, epic, really cool, and also correct. this is peak character design. To Me

[anotherdescentintomadness]

Best Take My Own Advice

Painted for TaeMin’s birthday project over at @taemindiscord on Xitter

[omegalomania]

take this to your grave, 2003 // "...i'll take it to mine: the untold story of designing take this to your grave," the bad habits collection, 2021 // where did the party go, the youngblood chronicles, 2013 // fall out boy vh1 commentary on the youngblood chronicles, 2014 // "how fall out boy beat the odds and rose again," rolling stone, 2013 // "the giant white unicorn in the room," pete wentz, 2014 // alternative press #303, 2013

[mesopelagos]

such a pity-- the audience demands an encore

[buffalobleucheez]

Happy Birthday FNAF you changed my life and brain chemistry forever

[dish-soapp]

HAPPY TEN YEARS FIVE NIGHTS AT FREDDY’S!!!! 🥳🎉🎂🐻🐇🐥🦊

Happy birthday to the franchise that has changed my life and been with me in all my childhood and thank you fellow fnaf fans for making this fandom pretty great it wouldn’t be the same without y’all 😼🎂

[myiliterallyhavenolifegoals]

i feel so bad for the 14th doctor. like he's regenerating next week!! after three fucking episodes!! poor bastard only got to take the wheel for 2 minutes. paying my respects to this mayfly coded motherfucker 😔