#Cancer 13

[seagull-astrology]

C725, Ambassador of Love, Pearl Mae Bailey

Pearl Mae Bailey was never formally trained in music, instead she got her training in her father’s, the Reverend Joseph James’s “Holy Roller” evangelical church in Newport News, Virginia. That said I could not find what vocal style she had, as I thought it a contralto, but no site agrees. Perhaps someone out there knows. After her parent’s divorce, she and her mother moved to Philadelphia, At…

[thankstothe]

pining hours

[maldreathezora]

i have excellent news! after my final brain radiation, the cancer was liquified! i am now cancer free!

[just-call-me-moran]

I am so normal about these two men. Like completely normal.

[antiticketmaster]

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[satinsheetsandsensualnights]

'Beneath the moon's intimacy, she desired no one else's shadow to dance with hers, but his. '

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[sayhoneysiren]

1/13 Full Moon🌕🌹 [ Read Full Article — https://www.patreon.com/posts/119510758?utm_campaign=postshare_creator ]

[noughts]

I'm realizing probably the reason why I'm still pretty uncomfortable with expressions of sexuality coming from myself in any sense (personal life, fandom, anything) is cos of my resentment towards my hypersexuality, I don't understand where it comes from and I feel like it's a completely separate part of myself, like a separate state I go into and then detach from as if coming out of a dream state. I hate that part of myself SO much I want it to die, but I also can understand how it would really help me to feel more affection towards this part of myself as well or understand it as something that isn't necessarily bad or wrong so long as I'm not hurting someone else. I think part of why it feels so bad is because I've had these feelings since childhood, and even though I understand this as so irrational and cruel, i just cannot forgive my child self for her hypersexuality even though it was largely kept inside. SIGH IDK like my ideal state of being would be to fully accept that I'm a sexual being, to not divide a "hypersexual" self and "normal" self, BUT I JUST CAN'TTT LIKE IT'S SO DISGUSTING BRAH... It's like how dare u. but I'm literally just chilling

[thankstothe]

Sharing some chips with the daughter while watching a patient dying from 14 different cancers

[renlyslittlerose]

Anyone had/have a loved one going through targeted radiation for cancer? Or have/are going through it themselves and don't mind sharing? I could use some tips on how to help someone going through it, what to expect, etc

DMs are always open 💕

[tinas1469]

lilyknight134: Today I was very lucky and I met tom and zendaya and Nikki! (Toms mum) for a second time! They are such lovely people and came to The Royal Marsden Hospital, we all had lots of pictures together and I got to walk them around mcElwain ward to meet all the children going through treatment. We also took a visit to the teenage and young adults ward 😇 I had such a lovely day thank you so much for coming.

[windona]

For a late prompt: YJ El Paso gang trying to have fun during a heatwave. Bonus points if somebody gets water poured over their head.

"In my defense, I warned you," Jaime said as he brushed his hands against some long desiccated vegetation.

"You did, but I was getting way too cooped up to not visit you," Traci said, lounging back in her tank top and groaning. "Drink."

Jaime obliged, fishing out a sweet tea from the cooler and handing it to Traci. She promptly put it on her forehead before taking a few sips.

"See, this is why shorts are the best leg wear," Paco said. "It is discrimination that there are places where men are only allowed to wear pants."

"I will lend you a skirt in a second if you want, Paco," Brenda said.

"Do they look better than my mom's?"

Tye held up an umbrella between him and Asami. "Jaime, what I don't get is how you're wearing pants and a hoodie. It has got to be a hundred degrees by now."

Jaime looked down and shrugged. "Khaji Da says it's easier to adjust my metabolism to keep cool than to produce a sunscreen to lower skin cancer. Speaking of, I have extra and it's been two hours."

"No, I hate the feeling on my skin!"

"Paco, do you want the lecture on skin cancer from my mom and from Khaji Da?"

Paco grumbled and held out his hand for the sunscreen.

Traci looked up and smirked. While Jaime was giving out sunscreen, she went to the cooler and took out a bottle of water before pouring it over Jaime's head.

"Traci!"

"What? I'm just giving the scarab less work."

Everyone swore they heard a faint tittering from the scarab.

"Ugh, let's just go watch a movie. The theater has air conditioning, and if it's bad we can make fun of it," Tye said as he wiped his brow off.

"And no more sunscreen!" Paco stood up. "Suddenly that sounds like the best idea ever."

[moosekateer13]

I Can Fix (No I Really I Can't)

For @spnfanficpond Valentine's challenge.

Prompt: The character gets jealous and tries to sabotage the reader’s date.

Jared Padalecki x Reader, OC!Spencer Morgan x Reader

Sequel to Tolerate It

AN: It takes place 40 years after the events of Tolerate it. The reader in this story is her stepdaughter.

Warnings: Controlling Significant other, Mention of Isolation Angst, Mention of Divorce, Mention of Death, Mention of Cancer, Fluff

Summary: Y/N is a golden girl and a world-renowned doctor. She has done nothing that landed her in jail. Y/N always wanted to find someone to settle down with. She finds that with Spencer Morgan, CEO of Pinnacle Brews.  

There is one person hell-bent on stopping them from getting to the altar, Jared Padalecki. He's a world-renowned model and grew up with Y/N. They haven't spoken in years. Jared never takes relationships seriously. He goes through them like he's changing socks. Once he sets his eyes on something he won't stop until he gets it. Jared's target this time is Y/N. A dangerous cocktail of opposite spectrums of relationships. Will he get what he wants or will she tell him to go to hell?

Inspired by Taylor Swift's I Can Fix Him (no really I can)

The dopamine races through his brain On a six-lane Texas highway.

His hand, so calloused from his pistol. Softly traces hearts on my face. And I could see it from a mile away.

A perfect case for my certain skill set He had a halo of the highest grade And hadn't met me yet.

Dallas, Texas

Five-story grey brick house with ornate windows.

I gaze into the mirror, admiring how the knee-length silk green dress fits me perfectly. My boyfriend of three years, Spencer, is taking me to the grand opening of Citron Charm Ristorante. I can sense it deep within me—tonight is the night he’s going to propose.

“Y/N, we need to head out. Are you all set?” Spencer inquired.  

“I’m all set,” I answered as I made my way down the stairs.

I take in the sight before me, and my heart skips a beat. He looks good in that green suit, his signature colour.

His grey hair was neatly tied back, and his amber eyes were full of love.

“You look amazing, Y/N,” Spencer said.  

I could feel my cheeks getting warm.  

“Thanks! And you look really dashing in that suit,” I replied.  

Once I slipped on my shoes, he led me to his car and opened the door for me.

Citron turned out to be different from what I had envisioned. It has a humble, rustic charm and a warm, inviting atmosphere, with clay bricks and wooden beams. Yet, it remains beautiful in its own way. 

We approach the front, where the owner is waiting for us.

“Ah, Mr. and Mrs. Morgan! It’s wonderful to have you here on our opening night. Your table is just this way,” Alfred said. 

We follow him to a table positioned right in front of the stained glass windows.

It's a beautiful view.

Spencer had everything ready in advance. The server presented our meal: pan-seared duck with pepper and mango, served alongside pressure-cooked onions and creamy potato wedges. Over the past few months, I've developed a liking for duck, and Spencer has taken note of that. I truly enjoyed every bite.

“This is amazing. Thank you for bringing me here.” I said.

“You're welcome, my flower,” Spencer replied.

Out of nowhere, the valet comes by.

"Excuse me, sir, but a tow truck is attempting to take your car. They claim it's stolen property." 

"Y/N, please hold on for a moment. I need to handle this," Spencer said before rushing away from the table. 

I wanted to warn him that it was likely a prank since I recognized the valet's voice, but he wasn't one to take chances. So I doubt he would have listened to me.

“Jared, that silly fake French accent might’ve tricked Spencer, but it didn’t fool me. What are you doing here?” I asked. I didn’t even bother asking how he got those valet clothes; he’s always good at sneaking into places. His hazel eyes locked onto mine, and the look on his face was that of a man with a purpose.

“Rescuing you from a mundane life with a dull partner. You flourish in thrilling situations and have a taste for adventure. You act on impulse and in the heat of the moment, relying on instinct rather than just knowledge, which is what makes you an exceptional trauma surgeon. However, once you tie the knot, he may confine you to a gilded cage, stifling your spirit..” Jared retorted.

I stand up to get my point across.

"You think you get me, but you really don’t, Jared. We haven’t talked in ages. What gives you the right to judge my relationships? You go through them like you’re changing shoes. Just stop sending those wildflower bouquets to my hospital room and let me be," I said. 

But Jared didn’t listen and dragged me into the coatroom.

In an unexpected moment, he cups my face and presses a passionate kiss against my lips. I find myself yielding to his touch and kissing him back. But as the reality of the situation hits me, I push him away and dash out of the coatroom, quickly heading back to my table.

Spencer has returned. A piece of grapefruit and blueberry cheesecake sits before me, adorned with a glimmering topping. I swiftly take my seat. He retrieves a stunning platinum 10-carat diamond ring by Neil Lane from the dessert. Then, Spencer kneels.

“It’s no secret why I brought you here. After three wonderful years together, I want to spend a lifetime with you. I love you, Y/N. Will you marry me?” Spencer asked.

At that moment, Jared’s earlier words struck me like a bolt of lightning. He was right; I wouldn’t want to feel trapped. Spencer is from a well-known and large family. As the eldest of six siblings, he is expected to eventually take over his father's business, Morgan Productions.

Connie Damgaard, his mother, attempted to maintain friendships and stay connected with her parents, but after marrying Jeffery, he restricted her social interactions. He only allowed her to go out for specific events. Spencer revealed she had a separate phone to communicate with her friends and family—one that his father was unaware of. He witnessed her using it frequently but chose not to inform his father.

His father is a terrible person who mistreats women. Once the youngest of the six children reached adulthood, he divorced her and forced her out of their home. Although he remains very close to his mother, that doesn’t alter the reality of the situation. I didn’t recognize the signs that he was gradually turning into his father. The first sign was when he hesitated to let me attend my friend Nadine’s birthday celebration. Now, I’ve come to a clear decision.

"Sorry, but no, I don't. If you'll excuse me, I need to leave.” I said. Then I stood up, leaving Spencer just sitting there, totally frozen. I headed to the coat room to grab my coat. 

When I stepped outside, I was surprised to see Jared waiting for me. He said nothing, just opened the passenger door of his Firebird. I hopped in without thinking twice.

6 months later…

Austin Texas

Three-story house featuring small square windows, constructed from white cedar wood and granite.

“That last slice of double pepperoni pizza is all mine,” I declared as I hopped onto my boyfriend's back.  

“I’ll let you have it, but only if you promise me something in return, Artsy,” Jared said with a playful grin.  

“Deal,” I agreed.  

I quickly devoured the slice and then pulled Jared toward our room for his reward.  

I lead him toward our king-sized bed. Jared playfully teases me as he slowly peels away my clothes, starting with my red silk nightgown, which falls to the floor. 

“Mmm, Jared, stop teasing me. I want the main course,” I say, my voice laced with desire. 

Once I’m undressed, he continues to tease, his fingers exploring me, but then he shifts gears and gives me exactly what I crave. His cock fills me completely, and I lose track of everything else, consumed by the moment. 

“Y/N, that’s it—let go for me,” Jared urges. 

We share another passionate kiss, and a muffled scream of his name escapes my lips as I reach my climax. 

“Now that’s a masterpiece, seeing you like this,” Jared says with a smirk against my mouth. 

We don’t stop until we’ve thoroughly marked each other. Just as we settle into a moment of bliss, my phone buzzes, interrupting our peace.

“I have to run, Jared; they need me at the hospital,” I said, hurrying toward the bathroom. A quick shower is definitely in order.  

“Go out there and save the world; I’ll be right here when you return. ” Jared replied.

I slip into my scrubs and put on my doctor's coat, then lean in for a quick kiss on his lips before heading out.

I need to make the most of my time at work since I'll be on leave in three months. Today, I’ll probably be walking a bit awkwardly. Jared is truly insatiable in the bedroom, but I wouldn’t trade that for anything. He’s loyal, loves me, takes care of me, and respects my independence. That’s all I could ever wish for.  

The way he treats me only reinforces what he told me months ago. The rumours about him flitting from one relationship to another like changing shoes were false. Before we officially became a couple, he opened up about his past. The only serious relationship he had was with his high school sweetheart, Teresa Syzdek, who sadly lost her battle with cancer during their first year of college.

I remember them together in high school. They were amazing together. It's a shame they didn’t get a longer time together.

Our love story is a testament to the existence of second chances in love. I feel incredibly fortunate to have him in my life, and I'm eager to treasure every moment we spend together.

Snow on the Beach

[miss-rum-hee]

[zeravmain]

trumps declaring the golden age of america.... hooo boy

[jclovely]

FOR THOSE THAT HAVE EARS TO HEAR, EYES TO SEE 👁️👀👂🦻📯👑📯

LISTEN AS THE TRUTH IS BEING TOLD HERE:

Clearly,

False light masquerading as true light.

Golden Age is from the New Age therefore demonic.

MAGA is the top chief of warlocks therefore demonic.

Revelation Chapter 13 is being produced and pastors, evangelists, teachers are blinded.

1 billion children are vaccinated with mRNA vaccines. Atrocious.

New malaria vaccine created at Oxford changing the world.

RFKjr remaking is image to serve Trump, antivaccine no more.

AI is the genesis of all that is demonic.

Big Pharma is clearly evil create the sickness and come up with a cure with relentless side effects. Sounds familiar. MRNA COVID vaccines created huge amounts of cancers now using AI to create a vaccine against cancer.

SOLUTION THE GOOD NEWS:

Redemption through the Lord Jesus Christ, admitting we are sinners and believe in Him, His finished work at the Cross and His Resurrection.

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