#GET YOURSELF A WHEELCHAIR

[rougepancake]

hiii! It’s me again! I loved how you wrote my Sabito request 💗 do you think you can write a sanemi x afab fem? maybe a stuck in a closet together trope? Thank you❤️

HAPPILY, GLADLY, YES YES

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Ft. Sanemi Shinazugawa

Warnings: You get stuck in a closet 😘, Afab!Reader, enemies to lovers??, hate sex, oral (m!receiving), degradation, college au!, Sanemi goes feral. Porn with plot (sorry guys-). Minors and ageless blogs dni!

Summary: You and Sanemi get into an argument in the gymnasium on campus, in which you shove him into the storage closet and he pulls you in with him. Too bad when the door closed it was locked, and you were trapped.

“Oh for fucks sake! Why do you always have to bother me, hm?!?” You glared, crossing your arm’s defensively as Sanemi walked towards you slowly.

“Me? Bothering you? I’m pretty sure it’s the other way around, bitch.” He spat, jabbing his finger into your shoulder as you backed away from him.

“Really?? The best insult you have is bitch?!” You laughed, smiling sinisterly. “I’ve been called better by worse. You’re gonna have to up your game, rat.”

His eye visibly twitched as he stood, his fist curling by his side as he stared you down. “What did you just say?” His tone was threatening, but it wasn’t anything new to you, so you challenged him.

“I said you’re a rat! I mean just look at that hair! Those scars! Ugh! Get out of here man!” You pointed towards the door with your thumb, placing your other hand on your hip.

Without warning, he lunged at you, attempting to hit you only to miss. Quickly, you moved out of the way and kneed him in the stomach, causing an audible ‘oof’ to slip past his lips. He grabbed your ankle while he was down and took you down too, a shout of surprise escaping you.

“You’re a dick!” You panted, barely dodging another punch thrown by Sanemi. You must’ve really struck a nerve this time, but then again, an eye for an eye.

Following that rule, you threw a punch of your own, hitting him right on the cheek and sending him backwards. The sound of your fist on his face echoed throughout the gym, along with your labored breathing mixing with his. Slowly, you rose to your feet, getting prepared to throw another one just in case.

But Sanemi just sat on the floor in silence, his jaw hanging open and his hand on his cheek. It must’ve been one hell of a punch if it left the guy speechless.

Just like you, got up slowly, rage shining in his eyes. He took his time walking over to you, the tension between you growing.

He stood before you, his hand still on his cheek as he scoffed. “And you said I’m the dick?”

“I’m not the one that lunged at a helpless young woman.” You smirked, mocking him. He took another step towards you, forcing you to take one back. He was close, too close, and you didn’t like it.

“You’re far from helpless.” He huffed, crossing his arms. “But you aren’t far from being the biggest bitch on the campus.”

“I know, it’s so sad. But that title is yours, I’m afraid.” You chuckled, getting in his face with a shit eating grin. “I’m sorry you’re nothing more than a pussy, Shinazugawa.” You poked his chest gently, enraging him further.

He shoved you against the wall, knocking the air out of you entirely. You coughed, putting your arms up in defense. Frantically, you looked around and saw that the storage closet’s door was open slightly, a perfect spot for you to trap him. Then you’d be free for today.

Mustering up as much strength as possible, you pushed him away and straight into the closet, a smile of relief gracing your lips. As you turned around to quickly close the door behind you, his hand grabbed your wrist, pulling you back as the door trapped both of you in there.

“Fuck! Look what you’ve done!” You shouted, trying to get the locked door to budge, only to fail. Sanemi didn’t respond to you, instead he sat on the floor in absolute silence, his eyes staring at you intensely.

“Hey, quit your staring.” You slid down to the floor in defeat, returning Sanemi’s intense glare.

“You’re such a fucking bitch.” He mumbled, slowly crawling over to you. “It’s so hot.” He smirked deviously, watching your reaction closely. Thankfully, it was dark, so he couldn’t see your red face, but he could still tell you were embarrassed.

“Oh what’s wrong Y/N? The cat got your tongue?” He crawled between your legs, his body warm against yours.

“W-What the hell’s gotten into you?!” You blushed, doing your best to keep up your tough guy act. With a deep chuckle, Sanemi wrapped his hand around your throat, his eyes glinting sadistically in the dark.

You grabbed his arm, a slightly pained look on your face as you took short and heavy breaths. “You f-fucking a- ah~! H-hey!” You moaned out quietly, Sanemi’s rough hand groping your breast harshly as he choked you.

He was watching you intently once again, not saying a word as you squirmed helplessly under him. He was enjoying the sight and it pissed you off.

“You’re always teasing me.” He growled, his grip on your neck tightening. “You’re so damn annoying.” Sanemi let go of you and stomped over to the other end of the room, his boner shining in all its glory from across the room.

“W-Wha-“ You panted, rubbing your throat gently as you stared at him with confusion. A gentle cough passed through your lips as you caught your breath. “So would you like some help with that or like do you want me to turn around or something??” Your tone was sarcastic, but you were dead serious.

Sanemi may have been a pain in the ass but he was still incredibly attractive. Especially in a situation like this.

You saw his shadow look up at you with surprise, causing a sinister smirk to grow across your lips. “Well? Yes or no, tough guy.” You whispered, crawling towards him slowly as you spoke.

You felt him tense up slightly as you placed your hands atop his thighs. “Well… since you offered…” He smirked, placing his hand on your head as you undid his belt. He shivered at the rush of cold air, his cock twitching slightly.

You began to palm him slowly, putting just enough pressure to make him squirm. Sanemi threw his head back as he let out a breathless and shaky moan, his hips bucking upon contact. He pushed your head down, staring at you through squinted eyes and hoping you’d get the hint.

Yeah you took that hint and ran with it.

You licked your lips as you pulled down his boxers, watching as his cock sprang free from its confines. He didn’t even give you time to get a feel for him, instead he just shoved your head down and began fucking your throat like there was no tomorrow.

He watched as you gagged and did your best to keep up with him with a smirk, that look on your face was one he had been dying to see for weeks now.

“G-God y/n~ ugh~” Sanemi’s eyes practically rolled back into his head when you began to massage his balls, all while maintaining eye contact with him.

His hips bucked forward without warning, eliciting a moan from you that sent shivers down his spine and caused his cock to twitch. He was close, and he wanted you to taste him. All of him. He wanted to watch you swallow every last drop of his seed so badly it only made him harder.

He bent down and grabbed your face, squishing your cheeks as he held his cock over your face. His head rolled back as he pumped himself, a loud groan passing through his lips as he came all over your face.

You licked off as much as you could from your lips as he got down on his knees to see you better.

Without any warning, he pushed you onto the floor harshly, nearly ripping your pants off your legs. He had your hands pinned above your head with just one hand, using the other one to quickly prepare you for him.

He muttered things about how wet you were as he aligned himself with your hole, growling obscenities in your ear.

“I’m gonna fuckin’ destroy you, slut.”

[post-human-oddity]

i live in a walkable ish city, for the first time in my life

i just paid $7.50 for a coffee

the price of coffee has gone up has increased so much over the years (bc of inflation i don’t even think this was a particularly expensive coffee), and it would be easy to just make it at home for a fraction of the cost…

But also… for $7.50 (which is a lot of money when you are disabled level broke) I was able to:

- Leave my house

- Get 15 ish minutes of feel good movement, walking and learning to navigate my local area

- Engage with 3-4 community members, not even trying to socialize, just ones i’ll likely bump into the times i go out; thus helping to establish my place in an unfamiliar environment

- Achieve the sense of fulfillment that comes with independently carrying out a desire, engaging with the world, and feeling autonomous and capable

I don’t even like coffee. This was not about the coffee.

i could have also walked to the grocery store and spent $1 on a bagel, and checked likely all the same boxes. today i just chose to try a coffee shop, but as a broke person i have to over analyze the cost of things, which led me to philosophizing over this in a way i wouldn’t have had to if it was only $1..

which led me to the conclusion, as always, that you cannot budget your way out of systemic poverty, and you’re not a bad poor person for spending a couple extra dollars on something premade from a cafe

[magically-maddie]

We love friends who make the most random inaccessible stuff (slightly more) accessible!

Me, sitting on a step in the pool: "It's fine, I don't swim that well. I'll sit here and enjoy the water."

My most chaotic friend: "Nope! I'll carry you!"

(Said friend carried me around in so many creative ways. Bridal style, piggyback, somehow upside down, flat on my stomach, and also held me up and pulled me along while they walked through the pool so I could "walk". Friendio, I hope you know how much I adore you.)

Get yourself a friend that will carry you around because they're determined to have you enjoy things too. It makes life so much more enjoyable.

[androdragynous]

why the fuck is a plank with a clasp on it suddenly 200 fucking us of a dollars once it's advertised as a tray for a wheelchair

[thereadingchallengechallenge]

Review: Where You See Yourself by Claire Forrest Rating: 4/5

A delightful story about a disabled girl tackling the process of college applications while battling a war on ableism at her high school. I really enjoyed reading about Effie figuring out what she wanted to do with her life and how to go about doing it. I would've liked a little more focus on wrapping up the storylines with the ableism at her school and whether or not she ended up choosing a powerchair but those are small complaints in what was a truly wonderful book.

Something I often lament about disability representation in YA is how there tends to be one disabled character and that's it. And I was afraid that was going to be the case with Where You See Yourself too. But I loved that Forrest showed Effie - and readers - how important it is for disabled people to connect with each other and support each other. More YA novels take note, please! 

A wonderful read for anyone who likes light-hearted YA romance or is looking for something with a unique perspective. I'll be keeping an eye out for what Claire Forrest writes next!

[toolazytodecide]

Using a wheelchair for a concert. I now have like fifty things I wish I included in "It's you I watch TV with as the world caves in."

[never-wednesday]

They should make a building that isn't a nightmare to navigate with a wheelchair

[llycaons]

I know I’m beating a dead horse but fics that recognize that jyl is chronically ill or disabled and take that into account and treat her with respect/as a person are always so much better than the shallow ‘how dare you look down on me I can take care of myself’ content that implies that she’s worthy of respect only because she's physically powerful and can fight. I love women who fight I do but it’s so ugly to act like her canon self is inferior or worthless just because she doesn’t fight or cultivate and try to ~improve~ her by making her able-bodied

[theplantqueer]

just clicked in my head that all these years of being called a faggot/dyke/poofta/tr*nny on the street, my subconscious has been adding - spoken or unspoken - a rly fucken unnecessary cushioning to it: "obviously it makes sense tho, is to be expected, and is preventable if i stop being so visibly a freak"

like where does that come from lol, it's rly not what i actually think. i know queer-coding how i look will inevitably get Reactions but like. after being out for like 14yrs I've still only just pieced together that that doesn't make queerphobic insults partly my fault? lmao this shit is insidious.

[wishful-seeker]

I would like to see more people talk about how jobs treat disabled employees.

I used to prep, wash dishes, and cook at mellow mushroom. I had chronic pain that wasn't NEARLY as bad as it is today, but it was still very debilitating. I told my employer "i cannot stand more than 4 to 6 hours. I CANNOT do shifts longer than this due to my illness." And even though i made my boundaries VERY clear, everyday i worked it was 8 hours at the least and 10 or 12 at the most. I would go up to my manager and say "look i really need to leave, my shift is over, my chronic pain is killing me." And he'd say "we really need to here, you HAVE to push through." And so i did, and after one, ONE month of that job my crps got incredibly worse to the point where i could no longer walk my dog around the block which was .5 miles. I quit, and that was FOUR years ago, and ever since that day I HAVE BEEN BEDRIDDEN AND HAVE TO USE A WHEELCHAIR. It is my biggest regret in life.

My best friend who has seen my whole journey has recently developed undiagnosed chronic pain, and she is in the EXACT same scenario i was 4 years ago. Busting her ass at a pizza place with extreme pain that hurts her so much she tells me "im in so much pain i don't even feel like a person." She doesn't feel LUCID. And her manager and coworkers are saying the same thing "if you don't help us you will let us down, we'll be in the shit."

That job thats hurting you isn't fucking worth it. I promise you no money is worth losing all your physical abilities and never getting them back. Your coworkers and boss do not give a shit about you, so don't you dare suffer for them. They will never understand your struggle and they will never try. They truly think being understaffed is worse than whatever pain you experience. They would rather you permanently damage yourself than inconvenience them. FUCK THEM. DON'T FUCKING DO IT!

[interactivefictionramblings]

Let me preface this by saying I know we’ll never get a story like this, probably in any game, not just RC. Moving on: so recently I’ve seen a lot of posts (mainly on the subreddit) saying things like, “please can we stop with supernatural and/or fantasy stories??” and, “I’d like another sci-fi or something…” etcetera.

It got me thinking about what would fit that, but would be something not done already. I mean, SoL has magic or whatever (Idr), but it’s primarily a historical-steampunk story, iirc. CY is a detective story and also historical, I think? There was a modern political story (sort-of), via Q30D (Idk what the acronym is for that one). Idk what Hollywood Story was exactly but it was also modern, right? A workplace romance—which reminds me, GoE ticks the mystery/crime-solving and workplace romance boxes. And of course, there’s like 3 post-apocalypse stories. What I’m getting at is, I came to the idea of a sci-fi that’s somewhat of an isekai.

Except rather than another dimension, you wound up across the universe on a half-familiar and half-entirely foreign planet, all because of an unanticipated reaction when testing a new technology; creating a wormhole right where you (alone?) were. It’s not a save-the-world story, and not dystopian. There’s no grand adventure, no prophecy. It’s a story about finding the meaning of life…since going home is almost guaranteed never to be an option.

Despite where you find yourself being an alien planet, the thing that separates it from Earth is that it’s…peaceful and fair. Decent. Kind. Calm.

The thing that makes this story unlikely to ever come to be imo, isn’t the idea that we can go to a futuristic utopia, or NB!MC options, but the idea I had that we can have an MC that uses a wheelchair. Like. It’s a utopia, that translates in my mind as an accessible world, not one that doesn’t have wheelchair users. I mean, we can have an MC that’s dead and essentially going to school still, one that’s a kitsune, or an elven sorceress, we can even have one that’s aroace, but we can’t have one that’s a wheelchair user? Well, maybe it really wouldn’t be greenlit, or it wouldn’t be given to an author who’d put real effort into it, but acceptance-wise, we have a great deal of other kinds of MCs, so I want it.

Honestly I feel there’s a lot of potential, and I could ramble on and on about the things I’ve already thought up, but I don’t want to make this post that long. I just think a story asking “who are you, who do you choose to be; when the world is perfect and you don’t need a job?” ‘Cause you get dragged through a wormhole, so in a perfect world, your life is taken care of for the rest of time. But what do you do with it now? How do you choose to live? What do you learn about life, loss and reinventing yourself?

[five-thousand-loaves-of-bread]

ayo this pretty cool

[id: active style manual wheelchair with frame made of rectangle wood planks screwed together. end id]

as we know active type wheelchair very expensive, & repair need buy from specific medical manufacturer n take very long time. someone (who wheelchair user themself of near 40 years) made open source active manual wheelchair where most (if not all?) material from commercial easy get materials! wood, plastic, pvc pipe, & those commercial aluminum square pipe things. n they put guide made them yourself in link for anyone want try make

this video from their instagram show their wood frame wheelchair actually pretty durable, include clip from everyday use & even drop wheelchair all over place (basically imagine what airline do to them…) - n wheelchair stay in tact! n even if some part break - it easy change because wood planks all screwed together so you just buy wood plank & unscrew & rescrew.

not great for people w advanced seating positioning needs probably (think if only problem is easy butt pressure sore, maybe can still use this + supportive cushion but think beyond that it get hard). but if like you don’t need those things then maybe fun project?

have not use for self so can’t actually talk about experience but it look pretty cool

edit: reblog this version instead

[medicinemane]

Tumblr should consider having a search function that isn't universally agreed to be just dog shit

[princelydelinquents]

Giving all my sillys mobility aids because I unfortunately cannot </3 least they dont have to suffer unsupported

[shiv--roy]

logged onto tiktok for five entire minutes before getting pissed off at the teens and logging off

[thedisablednaturalist]

You are not a creep if you find yourself sexy with your disability aids. full stop. If your partner is disabled, you are not fetishizing them if you find them sexy when they're in their wheelchair, or wearing their diaper, or have braces on, etc.

Disabled people are allowed to feel sexy and people are allowed to find them sexy. People with facial/limb differences and other physical differences are allowed to feel sexy and people are allowed to be attracted to them.

The problem comes from lack of consent and dehumanization. Expecting all disabled people to fit your sexual fantasy and sexualizing them openly without their consent (i.e. posting/reblogging normal pictures of a disabled person on your fetish blog or sexually harassing a disabled stranger) is fetishization and horrible. Asking us how we have sex or taking secret photos of us to jack off to later is creepy and crossing the boundry into dehumanizing fetishization. Seeing us and our sexuality as an oddity or a funny joke is not okay.

Reminder, sex toys were first and foremost created by and for disabled people. We have always been having sex and have always been seen as attractive by our admirers, without them fetishizing us. Having sex with a consenting disabled person isnt rape, and yes it is possible for us to eagerly consent! While some disabilities make it hard to consent, that isn't true for all of us.

We get horny, we have sex, we jack off, we wear sexy clothes and show off our bodies. We aren't freak shows for abled peoples amusement nor objects for fetishization. We aren't poor innocent virgins who don't know what sex is, we are a diverse and beautiful community all connected by our disabilities.

(post is edited for terminology, please rb this version instead)