#oct2021
Risk Factors and Prevention of Skin Cancer
The sun doesn’t care what season it is, it’s always putting you at risk for skin cancer. Use preventive measures, such as wearing sunscreen or protective clothing, year-round to lower your risk of developing life-threatening cancer.
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[ID: An infographic about the risk factors and prevention methods of Skin Cancer. Both sections are on top of a half-sun, with risk factors sun being orange and red (more intense), and prevention’s being yellow and orange (less intense). Risk Factors. Indoor Tanning: 1 session increases risk of life-threatening melanoma by 75%. Sunburn: 5 or more doubles risk of life-threatening melanoma. Skin Type: Every skin type can burn, but fair skin is most easily burned. UVA/UVB Exposure: A high UV index will burn unprotected skin faster/worse. Genetics: Some are genetically predipositioned to get sunburned. Atypical Moles: Those with 10 or more have 12 times risk of melanoma. Red Hair: 1.5 times risk of basal cell carcinomas and 12 times squamous cell carcinomas. Prevention. Sunscreen: SPF 30+, apply 30 min prior, reapply every 2 hrs. Protective Clothing: Dark/bright colors and densely woven fabrics. Car/Home Window Film: Look for the Skin Cancer Foundation’s Seal of Recommendation. Annual Skin Exams: Visit your physician yearly for skin exams. Monthly Self- Exams. Anything new, changing, or unusual, immediately visit dermatologist. Healthy Diet: Eat daily recommendations of vitamins C, E, A, and pink, selenium, beta carotene, omega 3-fatty acids, lycopene, and polyphenols. End description.]
Alcina Dimitrescu x Fem!Reader: don’t know where (don’t know when)
Summary: You find yourself somewhere impossible to imagine. A place you can’t really understand nor pinpoint. As you walk through the halls, things begin to make sense, but there is a detail you’ve latched onto–where is that singing coming from and why does it feel like home?
A/N: Again, I’m not back. But I posted this on AO3 a week or two ago and thought I should post it here too.
The inspiration for this fic came from this Tiktok by euphxricedits:
If you’d like to hear what I did while writing and get into the same mood, google the solo & echoed version of Vera Lynn’s “We’ll Meet Again,” specifically the Far Cry 5 audio.
Please let me know what you all think
Tag List:@multifandomfix@ghostsunderstoodmysoul@escapetodreamworld
Warning(s): Blood Mention
Something was odd about the halls you roamed. A minor detail out of place, altered just so that it was hidden from your mind. It didn’t matter, not really. Your feet carried you where you needed to be regardless.
If you thought about it… where were you going?
An echo through the halls touched your ears. It bounced from the walls, still decorated in their ornate golden filigree, boasting violent splashes of color. You paid them no mind. The voice haunting the halls called to you. It wrapped around your wrist, a thin red thread drawing you forward.
“Keep smiling through, just like you always do…” It called.
The husky timbre crooked a finger beneath your chin, leather on flesh. Your lips pulled up in a smile. Measured steps came to a halt, though your torso leant forward, chasing the warm feeling around you. It retreated and forced you back into action.
Your skirt brushed to and fro at your ankles. Bits of torn lace caught unpleasantly, you knew better than to let it stop you. How long had you been moving through these halls, following the calls of a familiar voice? You couldn’t remember where you’d begun.
“Tell them I won’t be long…” Your siren’s crooning continued.
Is that how the song went? Surely there’d been a few lines before that—a beautiful collection of lyric and pitch you must have missed.
The halls dragged on before your eyes. Too long and yet, just as you remembered. That couldn’t be right… hadn’t you felt that something was off? A miniscule detail only you’d pinpoint? You shuddered like a chill passed through you, but you weren’t cold.
A draft always traversed the Castle, yet you felt only content. Not too hot or cold. The lack of consistency caused you to stop short, eyes darting around.
At your feet lay shattered porcelain. Lifting your left foot, a shard protruded from the arch. No blood decorated the would-be wound. Though there werered stains against the edge of your skirts. Pools of the same substance dotted the carpets, smeared against the walls. A limb lay discarded beneath a chest only a few feet away.
You should feel the icy grip of fear, a tense stirring in your limbs. It never came.
“We’ll meet again. Don’t know where, don’t know when….”
Looking up from the shattered vase, a door stood closed a hundred feet before you. You didn’t remember it being there before. Despite that, you knew the owner of the honeyed tone lay beyond it. Your chest finally ached in want. You moved, unseemly surroundings forgotten.
The knob turned beneath your palm with ease. As it drifted open, the faint strum of strings grew in volume, a comforting light encasing your view. There she was. Your siren, the trilling goddess you’d searched for.
You stepped through the door and found yourself surrounded in color. Her eyes never left your own. Before they’d been dull, not quite the vibrant golden they were now. How long had you wandered alone, devoid of the warm color only her presence could bathe you in?
Alcina.
Her hand was outstretched, lips moving, though you couldn’t hear what they were saying. The porcelain skin of her palm beckoned you. She was a beacon of warmth, safety, love. Your most dear Alcina—your sun, casting you in an unbending glow.
Three forms sat with their backs to you before the stage where Alcina stood. You recognized their outlines, stopping only for the briefest of moments, running a gentle hand over their heads. Teeth glinted back from beneath dark hoods. Bela, Cassandra, and Daniela—safe.
Alcina’s finger crooked in your direction, her perfect crimson lips pulled into a smirk. Still they parted around words you couldn’t make out. It didn’t keep you from her as you rushed forward, nearly tripping over your own feet if not for the invisible force keeping you upright. Perhaps it was her gaze. Her strong, glowing eyes, so full of love. Did she see the same reflected in your own?
You placed your hand in her’s, her large fingers curling around your smaller ones. Wetness pooled in your eyes. She curled you into her soft frame, burying her nose in your hair. A single kiss was pressed to your temple.
She swayed you for only a moment before you heard it again; the gentle accompaniment of instruments. It still echoed in the large room, but it was warm this time. You had everything you had been searching for. Alcina’s lips parted at your ear and you could finally make out her words, the gentle vibrato lulling you into an eternity of peace, “…We’ll meet again, some sunny day.”
