#and sending us disability forms to fill out

[alongtidesoflight]

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[paintedpigeon1]

I'm in the UK. To renew a blue badge (aka getting a new one, there's no easy renewal form/button) you need the past five years of medical history. It lasts three years.

You can't walk due to a permanent disability? Yeah we need evidence of the past 5yrs of medical history. Yes even though nothing's changed. Yes even though you gave us half of this last time.

It's the same with freedom passes. As if someone who's profoundly deaf is going to magically have gained their hearing back (the pass lasts 5yrs but they ask for evidence you still need it after 2-3yrs).

It's a pisstake, aimed to stop people claiming I'm sure.

the government "checking in" on disabled people to make sure were still disabled is one of the most demeaning and humiliating things out there, how is there no checkbox that says "this persons disability is lifelong and incurable" why do you think people's amputated limbs will grow back, are you on the hunt for the return of jesus christ and your way of catching him is hoping that the blind will see again????

[storybookprincess]

working in a library, i encounter a lot of people who are in the process of filling out important forms, sending important faxes, and copying important documents. and the more important these things are, the more stressful, meaning i end up assisting a lot of really stressed people with a lot of really stressful paperwork, and have thus developed the ultimate line to immediately validate and empathize with their situation

“they don’t make it easy, do they?”

i nearly always use this line at some point in the conversation & it works without fail, because there is ALWAYS a they and they are ALWAYS not making it easy. you don’t have to specify who “they” are. you don’t even need to have an approximate idea of their role in this process.

job application? disability paperwork? insurance documents? financial aid paperwork? in any situation, the person visibly relaxes & enthusiastically agrees, because someone understands their plight: they are out there & they are NOT making it easy

[seat-safety-switch]

Most of us will enter into contests, but few if any of us will ever win them. The numbers simply aren't in our favour. That doesn't mean we don't keep trying: gambling keeps the government's wheels greased, and the crushed-up bodies of some folks provide way more than their fair share of that grease. In an ideal world where gambling wasn't popular, casinos would just be fancy parking lots, like the founding entities intended.

Me, I like the skill-based contests. Drag racing. Circle track racing. Bicycle racing. Shopping cart racing. Really, any kind of racing. I don't win those, either, due to a crippling disability that doctors call "being real fucking bad at it." However, at least I felt like I was involved, and feeling like I was involved is what life is all about.

With a magazine contest, you fill out a form, send it in, and then they don't tell you anything. Who won? Not you, or they'd have phoned. Probably nobody you know. Maybe nobody at all, and they gave the free vacation to Disneyland to an associate editor. Would it help to enter a contest on the internet, instead of sending in an entry form from the April '86 issue of a car magazine that went out of print two decades ago? It does not make a significant mathematical difference.

Even after everything I just said, I'll still play scratch-offs every holiday season. It keeps me off the roads and out of trouble for an hour or two, and the government probably has earned my five bucks a year. I've probably caused that many dollars in damage to the road by repeatedly doing burnouts and drag launches at every red light I have to stop for. Hey, you don't win if you don't play.

[npookie0]

Hi!! Hope you're doing good! :) Can you write a mute MC x Ronin fanfic? (they had a lot of vc during the game, it would be nice to have them play truth or dare). Thank you <3

The Devil is your voice.

You were tapping a rhythm on your desk nervously. You have just received a invite to some wacky server on dark web. It was strange truly, you just wanted someone to tell you how killing with a crowbar worked, but now you were being invited to a community? Maybe people with interests similar to your would be there?

You sighed, one of the only sounds that ever left your mouth and didn't sound weird or muffled because of your disability. Yes, you're mute. You visited more doctors and therapists since your muteness was found out than any adult in your family ever had.

You didn't have many friends, not a lot od people wanted to speak to the weird quiet kid who always sat alone and had some form of special treatment. Solitude does strange things to people, for you it was hyperfixating on murderers and stories about them. You were in love with the gore, a murder didn't need voice to be gruesome and intriguing, that's what you loved the most about it.

You clicked the link. Filled in the password that the random person sent and a copy-paste version of Discord was in front of your eyes now.

goreboy: welcome new christanaised @user!

hitmeuppp: WELCOME TO HELL

More welcoming messages were sent by the server's members. You watched it all in confusion, no one was so welcoming to you before. It felt pleasant. Even if they were greeting you because they wanted to be polite, it made you smile a little bit. It's definitely the loneliness that made you so excited because of a few silly greetings.

user: Hello :)

goreboy: don't Forget to check #rules

goreboy: there's barely Anything there but yk

You clicked on the rules channel, it would be best to follow their rules especially after the wam welcome. You were expecting a long list of rules, but what you saw exceeded all your expectations.

goreboy: be a serial killer, First rule of fight club. oh yeah and don't Be transphobic, racist and other weird shit. or angel will Snipe you.

Angelic: And it's not a threat, it's a promise.

. . . What.

Serial killers? No, that has to be a joke. Right?

You spent weeks in the server, and it turns out that these are real serial killers. The Butcher, The Heartsick Angel and some more. You were positively horrified? Yes, they could discover you and kill you, but you could gain more knowledge to your book. The only risk you're facing is losing your life, and it's only if you won't play the game right.

The person who stuck in your mind the most was goreboy, also known as The Butcher, or Ronin. He held his surname as a secret, you weren't too angry about it, you had a secret on your own too, or more than one secret actually.

You decided to hide the fact that you're mute, you were worried that they would treat you like other people did. There was one big problem tho, the killers really wanted you to join voice calls with them and you couldn't just give them half assed excuses, right? To your surprise every time they wanted to call with you, Ronin appeared from nowhere to save you.

LUCA_IS_SO_COOL: Hey dude hop on call with us!!!! @user

hitmeuppp: yeah! we have to hear you :3

What the hell are you supposed to do now?

While you were struggling to find a new excuse, Ronin decided to come out and save you... again.

goreboy: sorry folks

goreboy: the devil Is on the Line rn

You were surprised every time he did that. Why would Ronin keep on saving you? What's there in it for him?

You decided to send him a dm, it's time to face the devil.

user: Why are you doing this?

goreboy: doin' what?

goreboy: saving your ass? well it's not fun to watch you think of a Magical excuse

goreboy: Unfortunately they stopped working, killers are ready To attack

goreboy: and trust me, Eight murderers at your ass? that's not fun.

You read his messages, it made sense right? But wait... how did he know about the excuses being lies? His style of texting infatuated you too. Why the capital letters in the middle of a sentence?

You remembered Angel saying something about Ronin hiding messages like that. You decided to follow it and read the four capitalized letters.

Mute.

oh.

oh no. He knows.

goreboy is calling.

You didn't even have time to panic, Ronin didn't wait around, he just called. Well it's good to see the person who can be a serious threat to you, how the saying goes; keep your friends close and your enemies closer.

You picked up. A guy with plum coloured hair hidden under a beanie with red horns was looking at you. His eyes black and empty, like two black holes ready to swallow you.

< Hey darling. >

He signed. It was slow, like he tried t be careful about his movements. It felt like he was fairly new at this, the floppiness was there.

Wait.

He did what?!

Well, that was a shocker to say the least. You were looking at Ronin, your eyes widened.

< You sign? >

You signed back, sharp and fast, matching you anxiety, the first shock slowly left You were looking at Ronin's face, he was focusing his attention on your hands, then he just chuckled and shook his head.

"I assume that you asked if I know sign language? Well, I started to learn after I discovered your little issue."

He admitted, a smirk glued to his face. He was amused. You were amusing to him...

You sighed, guess you'll have to type most of your questions.

user: How do you know about this?

He read your message and then looked back at you.

"Wasn't hard. You should be careful about the links your click, Y/N."

So grabbing your IP wasn't just a joke. Does it mean that he knows everything? No, if he did you would be dead, he would know that you are not a serial killer.

user: Why are you keeping my secret?

He didn't answer your question. He just looked into your eyes.

"Why do you?"

And with that he hang up. Great, that's definitely a good sign. A good sign to look for a coffin.

Before you could notice two months had passed since you joined the server, Ronin was now officially shipped with you by half of the server, and he didn't argue with them. He messaged you and called you, he did some progress with his sign language, even invented some unique signs just for the two of you.

"Hey, let's play truth or dare."

He said while the two of you were on call, you raised your eyebrow at him and he just chuckled.

"Don't give me that look, I won't dare you to confess your deepest darkest secrets darling."

You sighed and shook your head in disbelief.

< Fine. Truth or dare? >

Your hand movements were slower than usual. Yeah, Ronin could understand some of the language, but your usual pace was too fast for him to catch up with it. You weren't going to give him the upper hand here, so you asked first.

"Truth."

There were a lot of questions you wanted to ask him, about his work, motives, reasons, but one question in particular was above all of these.

user: Are you and Angel a thing?

That question was boiling in your mind. You needed to know, inspiration or not, you didn't want to write about or romance anyone who is dating, especially when their partner is a dangerous serial killer.

Ronin frowned at the question, looking away with a slight blush.

"Hah, so you noticed... Yes and no. Yeah I used to date Angel, nah we're not a thing. She taught me a lot, gave me love... closure too."

He looked back at you and smirked.

"Don't you dare tell her this sappy bullshit or you'll be fish feed."

You nodded. His answer lifted a wight off of your shoulders. Not like you had any chances with Ronin, you doubt that someone like him would like you, someone who can't talk.

"My turn. Truth or dare darling?"

He asked, you signed < dare > in response.

"Go to main, and tell'em you're obsessed with me."

Well that was an unexpected dare, but who were you to not indulge the devil in his schemes?

#main:

user: I'm obsessed with Ronin :3

Aaand sent. Time to watch the hell's gate open.

hitmeuppp: OMG WHAT

Angelic: Even I wasn't so shameless

felicite: @goreboy someone left a confession for you

goreboy: guess my Devilish charm is Working heh

"Hah! That's a good one."

He said.

You played two more rounds before the final one.

"So, 's the last round. I'm going for dare."

You thought for a second, something silly and stupid, no need to stay all serious.

user: made me a server mod ;p

"Oh hide that smug-mug."

He chuckled once he looked at your proud smile. Ronin really took pride in watching your expressions, how your mouth was forming into a smile or a scowl, your nose wrinkled when you were thinking or annoyed, or your eyes lit up when he was showing the signs the learned.

"Done."

And he hang up.

You checked and holy shit! You really are a mod now.

That was a shocker, but you couldn't expect Ronin to act rationally or be predictable, so it wasn't that weird to receive that role from him.

Ronin was really into playing his little mind games with you. Trying to irritate you to see different emotions on your face, getting you so angry that you will make sounds like groans and loud sighs, it was satisfying him. He knew that pushing you to say words would be too much, he didn't need you to speak anyway. Learning other ways to communicate or read you were a challenge, and the devil never backed away from any challenge.

December. A time for Christmas and what not. You were sitting by your desk, adding finishing touches to one of the reports you had to send back to your boss soon, at least as a news writer you didn't have to worry about talking.

You noticed how some of the killers were less active in their murderous escapades, maybe other than Angel and Ronin, Angel dropped six kills one day and Ronin, well you could feel how his murders were more of an anger outburst? Like he was hiding something in the massacred bodies.

user: Ronin are you free to talk?

You rarely asked him to call, it was mostly Ronin who did that, he called you out of the blue and talked, showing you the new signs he learned and followed your "instructions" when you noticed that one of the sign was floppier than the rest.

He got really good with signing now, you didn't have to type as much as you did before, his learning source must've been really good or expensive, or both, for him to get this well so quickly.

He wasn't replying for a while, but you could swear that he was burning a hole in his computer screen with his stare. Finally the devil graced you with a reply.

goreboy: oh you're Asking for a Call?

goreboy: how can i Ever say No to this?

user: Srs? A Hamilton ref?

goreboy: jus call me already darl

And you did. Ronin's face was in front of you now. He didn't look so himself? That devil-may-care attitude was less noticeable, maybe for a regular person he would look the same, but you learned to notice small details in people's body language and expressions.

< Are you okay? >

Your hands moved smoothly, still slower than normally but you didn't have to be so careful about every sign.

"Jus the season."

He said with a shrug. His eyes showed exhaustion, and just how upset he was.

"Nah, I don't want to talk about that."

It's like he read your mind, you wanted to ask about it, but his answer made you drop it.

"What'dya wanted to talk about?"

He asked, titling his head to the side and looking at the mask in his hand, some fresh blood was on it.

< You just killed someone, haven't you? >

"And what if I did? That fucking pastor deserved to die anyway."

You heard it, there was anger laced under his act. He was angry, but it wasn't the pastor, no. It was something way deeper than that.

You were jealous of Ronin, or rather of anyone who could speak freely. Yeah, you're used to not talking, but expressing yourself through more than how your hands moved or what kind of expression you had was something you desired.

"Thinking how much you yearn to speak, hm darling?"

Ronin asked, his chin resting on his palm as he looked at you, His gaze was knowing, like he could read you like an opened book.

< I just want people to understand me better Ronin. >

Your hands were shaking a little bit, your emotions were guiding you to spill everything out.

< I don't want to hide myself anymore, but what if they won't understand? What if I won't be accepted? >

The rest of your killer friends were on your mind, you hated refusing the voice calls, you hated hiding this secret. Okay you were lying about being a killer, but this was something that you had to do in order to survive.

"Then spill your guts."

Ronin's voice broke through the barrier of your mind and brought you back.

"Jus spill it. If they like you they will understand, and if they don't accept then they're assholes. You're not the only disabled one here."

You could guess who he was talking about. A sigh left your lips. He was right.

< Thank you Ronin, I hope that you will be willing to tell me whatever you're dealing with one day too. >

This call was short, but it was helpful. You saw a more raw side of Ronin and he helped you make up your mind...

On the New Year's Eve you decided to confess your disability to the server, so maybe now they would understand why you were avoiding the calls so much.

user: Hey guys. I wanted to tell you all something. I can't hide it anymore. The reason why I never agreed to the voice calls is because I am mute. I'm sorry for not saying sooner, I had some unpleasant situations with people after my confession.

You sent the message and in nerves started to look at other chats to see if you didn't miss any messages... Then the first ! showed up next to #main and you had to click it.

goreboy: they're not lying folks

Well at least Ronin took your side here.

K9: I understand.

Ah yes, the simple answer from V, no excitement or disappointment, just a simple sign of acceptance coming from the vigilante.

Angelic: I'm happy to know that you trust us enough to share this <3

After three more encouraging messages you broke down, tears running down your cheeks. It was the first time anyone has shown you this much acceptance and encouragement. Hell, they even apologised for pushing you so much. You wanted to thank them so much, but your vision was too blurry to type.

You calmed down after a while, the first thing you noticed was an unread message from Ronin in your chat with him.

goreboy: see? told Ya they would accept.

You smiled at the message and replied.

user: Thanks Ronin, I mean it.

goreboy: anything for you darling

His answered got you to roll your eyes and smile a little. What an annoyingly sweet asshole he was.

Headcanons <3

Ronin will rile you up, he wants to see your expressions and body language change. Maybe he can't hear you but he will for sure watch and read you.

If you use a notebook to communicate he will take your pens away and nudge your head with it, a proud grin stuck to his face.

If someone acts like an asshole to you because of your disability he sure is ready to send their heads flying. "They can't speak, but I fucking will."

He learned sign language since the moment he found out that you're mute, but he is still not perfect with it, to make his life easier you agreed to make some signs just for the two of you.

Since you can't use words, you use different way of showing Ronin your care and love, his favourite is touch - him being touch starved.

He would never push you into learning saying any words, be it his name or anything else, he knows that it's a struggle and he won't put you through that.

I hope you liked it <3

Sorry for not updating as much :(

Love you pookies <33

- N ;p

[thehypnone]

here we gooo let's try to make some money (/hj, but I am a broke disabled student, so...)

I honestly don't know if this will be a big fail or big success so I'm starting out with 4 masks this month and 4 more masks next month (because I can't sell more than 4 masks per month due to some stupid taxation rules in my country), only to pay off the money that went into me making all this shit. If it turns out to be a success I'll probably be dropping more batches of better quality later on

Prices in EUR/prices in USD/shipping times:

It's quite cheap for a prequelle mask replica for one main reason; I'm no professional. This is my first time doing something like this and while I'm very proud of how the first mask came out and am confident in the ones I’m gonna be selling, they do reflect my lack of professionalism. Feel free to ask me for more detailed pictures if you're worried about how they look up close

I will not be doing any business with minors, tho, so please don't even try, MDNI always stands here

FC45 resin, acrylic primer, hydroalcoholic chrome paint and a waterbased polyurethane varnish. There's also foam padding and an elastic strap

Current availability of the masks is going to be updated in my pinned post. There’s going to be two steps to ordering, first is to fill out this form. You’ll have to leave your email there (optionally Tumblr username, too) for me to be able to contact you, and then when it’s your turn and everything is calculated, I'll contact you. If everything's agreed on and alright I’ll make an individual Ko-fi listing just for you to use. The form will help me keep track of the “wishlist” (if there's gonna be such interest, of course, because as I said I have no idea how it will go). First 4 people from the list will get a message from me and we'll proceed from there

I can ship anywhere you want; you as a buyer cover all expenses of the shipping, as well as customer protection fees on PayPal. For cost cutting reasons (and also because I'm not a registered company) the mask will be described as a gift on the customs declaration

The moment I have the first 4 people pay, I order the supplies and begin casting the masks as soon as they get to me (2-3 days). The entire process, between the waitlist filling and the masks being shipped, may take up to two weeks

I think that's it, feel free to message me/send me an ask in general if you have any questions!

[sweetcherrybmb]

STAR-SPANGELED BANNER//FA14\\ part one

pairing: fernando alonso x soldier/military!reader

description: When the Circuit of the Americas joined the list of races for the 2012 season, no one expected it to be such a monumental day for a certain Spaniard...

faceclaim: Olivia Cooke; various pinterest girls

2012

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y/nusername Grand Prix weekend <3

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y/bff/username i was watching on tv with the fam, mom was happier to see you on the screen than she was when i got married

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fernandoalo_official Thank you, Austin!

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2013

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y/username back in Austin, this time off-duty!

y/bro/user when will you take me with you!!??

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2014

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y/username you crazy son of a bitch, you did it! So proud of you, lil bro, both N and I! Congratulations on graduation from the academy!

y/bro/user thanks, you two! tell my future BIL to come over for some drinks

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2015

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y/username he loves his dad almost as much as I love them both! happy 2 years baby! let's hope the only one intruding on our privacy is Bjorn!!

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2018

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Doggone It

Jake "Hangman" Seresin

Précis: Jake convinces Mrs. Seresin she needs a furry companion.

Note: I needed a serotonin hit, and dogs make me happy. This piece is an imagine in the To-Do List collection.

Warnings: So fluffy you might die, disabled dogs, inaccuracies around how military working dog adoptions work

Word count: 1.1k

Jake was nervous. Although he thought he was hiding it well, he wasn’t. She knew. She always knew. No one read Jake better than she could. Of course, he found it particularly annoying. Especially if he were planning any sort of surprise.

Pretending to be none the wiser, she sipped her latte and hummed along to the music. The wind siphoning through the cracked passenger window, streaming through her hair felt wonderful. Sun was hitting her face as she stared through her aviators at the passing scenery.

All of Jake’s tells were on display: thumbs thrumming on the steering wheel, knee jumping nervously and he wasn’t serenading her to their shared playlist, but instead mumbling to himself under his breath. 

Finally, he broke the low lull of the music. “We’re headed to base.”

“I know.” She turned from the window to look at him as he shot her a quick glance before putting his eyes back on the road. She continued to watch his profile, waiting for him to elaborate further. 

A breath he didn’t realize he was holding left his body. “We have an appointment,” he added. His bottom lip disappeared between his teeth for a second.

“An appointment?” She prodded, taking another sip of her latte.

“Yes, an appointment. You’ll see when we get there,” Jake finished. Her mind raced as she tried to imagine what would require both their presence on base. Her ID card wasn’t up for renewal. Her vehicle tags were up to date.

Once the truck was parked, Jake came around to the front of the vehicle, hand ready for her to take. They exchanged smiles as their fingers interlaced. Inside the building, nothing appeared familiar as they strode past sterile doors, and the overhead lights glimmered off the well-waxed beige tile.

At the end of the nondescript hallway, Jake pushed open one of the double doors to reveal a gymnasium dotted with dogs and handlers. Her eyes grew to the size of saucers. “You cannot be serious, Jake!” She turned to look at him. 

His expression was guilty yet hopeful. “Serious as a heart attack, sweetheart. We’re here to see which dogs are matches for us.” Her mouth hung open for a few seconds but nothing came out.

For months, she and Jake had been going back and forth about getting a dog. Given the uptick in the duration and frequency of his deployments and tours, he wanted her to have a protective companion around when he wasn’t. Plus, he couldn’t always rely on his friends—their assignments were as sporadic as his.

First, Jake looked at breeders, thinking a purebred puppy would be perfect. Although the idea of a pudgy puppy cuddled in her lap with velvet fur, premature wrinkles and unmistakable breath made her melt, she knew they had to adopt. So Jake changed his attack, sending her adoption events from rescues throughout the county. 

One day, he was on his way to the mess hall for lunch when a flier on the hallway bulletin board caught his eye. A smile curled his lips as he read the details for an upcoming military working dog adoption event.

He captured the information through the posted QR code and continued on to the lunch room. His squadron buddies ribbed him while he filled out the digital forms to ensure they got on the list as soon as possible. 

Jake remembered the day he got the approval email. He’d been incessantly checking. It also took all his willpower not to tell her. So often she did things for him that he really wanted to do this for her.

“Lieutenant Seresin? Mrs. Seresin?” A woman dressed in fatigues addressed them with a warm smile. They nodded in unison and each shook her hand. After introducing herself, she offered them beverages and then took the pair to a small sitting area. Then, she walked through how their application was vetted and they were matched.

“You’re perfect candidates for any of the dogs here,” the woman commended them. They exchanged affectionate looks as Jake slipped his hand into hers and squeezed it. “But there’s a specific dog we think is the best fit for you. Would you like to meet him?”

Jake was out of his chair before the word “yes” left his lips. The soldier smiled at his giddiness and waited for her to also stand. Once all three of them were on their feet, she guided them around the perimeter of the room until they reached another soldier, standing with a brindle Belgian Malinois. “Say hello to Ruck.” She motioned toward the dog. 

Jake listened so well to her list of must-haves that they were here, standing in front of a retired military dog in need of a home. She looked at Jake with a genuine smile. He thought his heart might stop. She looked so happy, which made him so happy. 

“May I?” She looked at the handler for permission to pet the dog.

“Please!” He looked at Ruck, giving a wordless command. Looking back at her, the handler offered a couple pointers for a successful first impression. Jake listened but watched his wife as she absorbed everything. 

Once briefed, she knelt to Ruck’s level and presented the back of her hand to him. Curiously, he nosed it, eventually nuzzling her palm. She smiled as she began to scratch his jaw, and then eventually behind his ears.

While Ruck warmed up to her, they learned he was a six-year-old that had served two tours in the Middle East and has been to almost all 50 states. The timing could not have been more perfect. As the handler finished with Ruck’s list of accolades, the dog excitedly popped up, rushing forward into her arms, revealing he was short a hindleg. 

Both she and Jake couldn’t help but smile, and the soldiers sighed in deep relief. Usually a hard sell, the pair was unfazed.

Heck, Jake felt his heart melt a little more. 

After a couple hours of socialization, Jake managed to convince the program manager to give a special release so Ruck could leave with them. Usually, they coordinated a home drop-off later, but Ruck had really taken to them. 

While they were outside, practicing commands and playing fetch, the handler came toward her only to be warned by Ruck not to come any closer. A smile crept across her face as she looked at the dog and rewarded him with a pat on the head. The handler and program manager were just as pleased.

On the ride home, Jake had a hard time keeping his eyes on the road as she and Ruck sat in the backseat. Ruck laid across the seat with his head in her lap as she stroked between his ears.

She caught Jake staring at her in the rearview mirror and pouted her lips in his direction. He cocked his cheek as though her kiss landed there and winked at her. 

Jake’s heart was so full, he thought he might burst.

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Hello and welcome to the second Obi-Wan Kenobi Disability Exchange!

Find the AO3 collection for this year here! Read the works from last year here!

This is a disability-positive fic and art exchange created to bring more disabled Obi-Wan content into the wonderful world of fandom. To participate, you will need a registered account on AO3. If you don't have one, send me a message here and I can get you an invitation to register. If you want to participate as a pinch-hitter or beta-reader, please fill out this google form.

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[k9effect]

Oh okay, you've twisted my arm ;) I was gonna ramble anyways. Info under the cut!

So the basis of the story, for some quick context, is that its a new world settlement narrative. Earth is severely over populated and simply cannot house as many people as there is, so since technology and science can allow it, they decide to expand to the stars ✨️✨️✨️ and send out a bunch of settlement missions. A lot of the people on these missions chose to be there. They signed up and understood the gravity (pun intended) of what they were doing, that they'd never be able to come home. But they needed to fill a certain amount of roles and quotas for these missions and when people stopped volunteering, they filled these roles via draft, a population lottery. So not exactly everyone wanted to be there.

Here's some info on my blorbos!

Scuttle is the og oc for this. He was the first fella in my head. (Idk why he's named Scuttle, its probably a nickname that stuck but i havent thought of an actual name for him yet lmao) He's a mechanic who signed on voluntarily. His grandparents, who took care of him and raised him after his mother was gone, had passed away and he was needing some drastic change in his life, lest the grief consume him. So without really thinking, he signed on for the settlement mission as a mechanic. Since he has a degree and a passion for it, he got accepted pretty easily. Admittedly, he shouldn't have passed the medical (he's disabled, has a prosthetic leg after an accident) or the psychological (was doing this for the wrong reasons (to get away from his problems)) but the organisers were desperate for people and he was quite qualified so they overlooked it. He's still happy with his decision, even if he misses home a lot sometimes.

He's kind of a short king, stocky and densely built with muscle. Rocks a mullet, is also a natural ginger.

This is Paxton! He goes by Pax tho. He was an army grunt who took a transfer opportunity to join the defence regiment for the settlement missions. Hes part of the security and defence team in charge of keeping the settlement safe from any hostile life forms on the new worlds that may pose a threat. Spoilers, he gets pretty fucked up by a bear-type alien and, after he's rescued, gets medically discharged from the defence/military team and transferred to a much easier and less stressful job after hes recovered. He ends up worked in the agricultural field, but moreso just keeps to himself tending to a few of the planet's native flowers. He makes some real strides and figuring out how propagation and such work on the planet.

Him and Scutt have kind of a thing going for a while but its not until after his maulling that he really starts to rely on Scuttle's support and they become more of a serious romantic couple.

Pax is tall and lanky, had a lot more muscle on him from his military/defence days but after the maulling, he drops a lot of that and slims down. He has a cute little gap in his front teeth <3

This is Kashvi! More often referred to as just Kash tho. She's the resident smartypants. A desi girl who graduated from university with a major in biology, when she went to further her education (probably headed towards a doctorate or smth) when she was offered a full ride scholarship/opportunity to join the settlement mission on the science team due to her outstanding work. It was a lengthy decision making process but inevitably the deciding factor was that the scholarship included accommodation for herself and her immediate family, meaning they could all come with her. They collectively decided to relocate and join the settlement mission. She then got taken under the wing of the science team and began her training and study in becoming a xenologist (thats the term ive been using anyways ahah idk if there's a better one?? For like, the study of alien life).

Her family kind of adopt Scuttle since him and Kash are very similar ages. They become his family and he has a sibling dynamic with Kash. She also spends a lot of time with Pax post his injury since he has first hand experience and information on the wild life, they form somewhat of a friendship that is only deepened when Pax realises how close she is with Scuttle. Kash, like Scuttle, tends to overwork herself. So the two of them make sure to remind each other to take breaks and drink water and sleep, even if they themself don't follow their own advice lmao.

Now finally we have Leisha. She Does Not want to be here. She was one of the unlucky people who got conscripted/drafted via the population lottery. She is here completely against her will and is not happy about it one bit. She's the newest of the four and is still earlier in development than the rest so she's not as grounded. She's got some very justified and valid anger issues about the whole situation. Spends a lot of her time, along with other conscripted people, trying to forge a plan on how to get back home, but its millions of light years away.

I'm not certain exactly what her role in the settlement is yet. She grows quite close to Kash, it's unintentional but turns out having a friend is good for her. Kash kind of makes this whole situation liveable. Leisha takes interest in her work and quickly takes a more romantic interest in Kash. She's a bit of a bad influence on Kash but in turn Kash is good for her <3

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I love all these lil goobers so much and they are quite literally all I've been thinking about lately. I'm so down to answer questions about them if y'all have any <3 I've been doodling them a bunch so I might do a doodle dump at some point. I'll do more fandom stuff eventually but I'm riding this out right now :)

Tagging some people who may be interested: @catstrophysics @sephieblue @calkale @yeah-w-r-i-t-e

Edit: i do have a little tiny discord server for these guys, just to organise my thoughts and ramble about them in there, so HERE IS THE LINK if you wanna come hang out perchance

[homosociallyyours]

This is a post for one of my best friends who's been going through a lot for the past few years. I'll go into more details below, but here's the heart of the matter: My friend has a serious auto-immune condition resulting from the long term after effects of cancer treatments (worsened now by the addition of long COVID to her long list of diagnoses). Over the past few years, she's gotten sicker and sicker and has been forced to change her diet from a vegetarian anti-cancer diet (she's a breast cancer survivor, and fought HARD for her health) to one that's become more and more limited as her body becomes allergic to every food one by one. She's now reached a point where one of the last 2 foods that she was able to eat safely, chicken, is causing an allergic reaction; she has to eat it anyway to survive, so is now very sick all the time.

What can you do?

One of the last hopes that she has to turn things around is something called a fecal microbiome transplant, which has worked miracles for other people with similar issues, but cannot currently be accessed through medical channels in the US for any but one (unrelated) condition. It's really easy to do as a DIY treatment though, it's just hard to find a donor: so we are putting it out there to see if one of you might be able and willing to be that person, or know someone who could do it.

Here is what she has to say about the ask:

Finding the right person to do this is difficult, but actually doing the helping is extremely easy and quick if someone was that person! If you live in the continental US and are fortunate enough to have both physical and mental good health (or know someone or have a child who fit the criteria) and are willing, you might be able to change my life! Please consider clicking through to read more and maybe even come aboard...  (For clarity: this isn't a medical procedure or anything, it is literally just donating poop, there are a few specifics but it is very much from the comfort of your home on your own time.)

You can click here to fill out a google form to see if you might be able to be a donor. The questionaire is detailed: fecal transplant is a bizarre and magical thing in which the patient sometimes can even end up acquiring personal preferences from the donor- the gut microbiome (sometimes called the second brain) is incredible! But this means that any illness, chronic issues, or risk factors you carry may also be transferred to the recipient so while it may feel invasive, getting detailed info in very necessary; I am just too sick already to take on any more problems.

A note- yes, it is possible to buy screened and processed treatments even in the US: unfortunately the cost (~$2k per round of treatment) is way outside my reach, particularly given that it isn't really any better than just getting poop directly from a good candidate (proven via studies), and that often it takes trying a couple donors/ rounds to find a match that gets results. If anyone wants to just buy me that stuff, I sure wouldn't say no to that, but given the severity of my situation (medical and financial; I cannot work due to disability) it is likely I will need to do medical fundraising at some point and I am trying to save that for an even worse point. Also if you have that kind of money to help out honestly it would be better spent on specialists or my astronomical food costs. I will cover all costs associated with this process if I find someone though, of course!

Thank you for reading/boosting/etc, please consider sending the link to possible healthy friends or family who might be a fit, or consider whether you have a child fitting the bill you might be willing to enlist- young microbiomes are the best ones, as children's systems have had less time to be ravaged by the effects of the modern world or the simple deterioration of age.

[yellow-dress-basil]

I’m in my PHP now (had 2 full days so far) and one thing they send us all is the Neurodivergent DBT workbook and it is a GAME CHANGER.

One of the first things I did in the workbook was identify my self care needs and areas of needed support. It was eye opening when I actually put it all down on paper one at a time.

So these are my “wheels”

(Before moving on - TLDR: My level 1 diagnosis is probably wrong and my history of trauma and my disabilities make it nearly impossible to function but I don’t know how to make people understand that)

The first one shows where I have the most skills and strengths.

The second one shows how much each area takes from my quality of life. (Didn’t realize it was this bad tbh, I had been minimizing it)

The third one shows my support needs level in each area.

Like its so clear to me that I’m more than a level 1 support needs but learned (through bullying and trauma) everything I needed to somewhat successfully interact in public so I got labelled level 1.

I went and looked back at my full neuropsych report. The main tests used to diagnose my AuDHD were forms my wife and I filled in. According to my assessment, I landed at level 2 support needs. According to my wife’s assessment I landed at level 3 (I wouldn’t personally assess myself as that high).

The neuropsych said “It is very important to note that “Level 1” represents the mildest form of this diagnosis, which reflects the fact that (Basil) is an engaging young adult with a great deal of potential and capacity for growth.”

I was dubbed Level 1 despite test results because I masked so well and have had a history of pushing myself beyond my capabilities to survive which has been deeply traumatic.

I struggle with so much stuff. And I struggle with it a LOT. But I was traumatized into “functioning” on a surface level in order to have a life.

I used to scream cry and have meltdowns all the time, especially over sensory overwhelm. I was bullied my entire life for being “weird”.

As a teen I got into a lot of dangerous and abusive situations because of my social naiveté and my need for social acceptance and to feel loved.

(TWs instead of typing it all out - romantic relationship abuse, severe bullying, sexual assault, sexual harassment, physical threats)

I was easy to take advantage of and people around me did it all my life.

Now I’m almost 30 and I can’t feed myself, keep up with personal hygiene, keep up with chores, keep up with a full time schedule-based job, and my wife basically has to take care of me.

Between the undiagnosed disabilities and the lifelong history of trauma I can’t function on my own. I don’t know how else to explain it so other people hear me.

Maybe if I stop “functioning” people will get it??

Idk this has been a long rant lol oops!

[vanillaxoshi]

Element separate au

The element and Fang got kidnaped by the cult part 2

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" Let go of me ! "

" We have to save them ! "

" Why are you guys stopping me ?! "

Boboiboy , Gopal and Yaya trying to hold down the berserk lightning and earth element .

" Hali clam down ! "

" We can't do anything now ! "

" We know you can track Solar but the current situation wasn't allowing us to do anything ! "

" The cells got damage, the prisoners have break out ! We have to contain them before they cause any damage further ! "

" All the ships on this planet got disable and damage we have no transportation now ! "

" Before the ships got back to line we can't do anything to react them now ! "

"But-"

" Guys ! We have a bad and good news ! "

Ying barge in the scene with her communicator on her hand .

" Good news is , we got a message from Solar ! They are on a spaceship and they have send the coordinates to locate them ! "

The elements tense down when they heard the news but Boboiboy didn't .

" What's the bad news Ying ? "

".......Bad news are, Fang also got kidnapped . Fang and Solar can't use their power without got expose in the ship- "

" Which they're basically doing all the job without power . "

" Base on the massage just receive ? They are still getting chase by the people on the mother ship . "

"......."

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"......"

" Tell the engineers to fix the ships faster . "

" On it- "

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( Meanwhile on the mother ship )

" Where did he go ?! "

" We lost them again ! "

The guards stomps around the hallway looking for Fang .

" Boss , we didn't find anything "

One of the guard report to the tall green lizard-looking alien in front them . Moving nervously as the tall alien face starts to become darker .

" Bo- Boss ? "

" Shut up ! "

( This is the 5th time they have run away ! How could they escape every time under my eyes . How do I even explain to the lord that I failed to find them ! )

" Keep searching them ! Flip everything ! Look every corner ! "

" Yes Sir ! "

The rest of the alien salute as they start to search everything in the hallway . The tall alien have walk away to search the other area as they grumble under their breath , trying to finish their job given by the lord .

Meanwhile the aliens didn't notice the heavy breathing coming from behind the hallway's wall .

Huff-* Huff-* Huff-*

" I did not seeing this coming ! "

Fang lean on the pathway's wall , trying to catch his breath . While the orb form element jump off his head and reform to the human form .

" Well , be grateful that I have find this secret pathway . "

The element give Fang a smug look .

"Wait- "

" This pathway didn't have any sensor if you're worry about that . "

" How- "

" When you're busy on sending the message, I have look through and memories the ships data base's maps . It turns out this ship have a few secret pathway . "

" And just now you're so coincidence at one of the entrance's hallway . "

" Solar- "

" Your welcome-"

"Solar- "

" The pathway should lead us to near their spaceships dock so- "

" Solar ! "

Fang snap at the element while rubbing his head where the orb have been on .

" Next time ! If you want to tell me something would you please, not to burn head ! My head still sting !!"

" Ah- "

( Almost 5 minuets ago )

" Got to go ! Solar we're leaving ! They're coming !! " After Fang finish sending the message to Yaya , he saw the aliens heading towards the room on security footage . Trying to find Solar in the room before their arrive . " Solar ? Where are- " Fang saw the little orb in front the hologram screen's keyboard . Without hesitation , he scoop the orb to his hand . Just the moment the he got the element the footsteps are getting closer to the door . When the moment the doors are open , Fang dash out in his shadow tiger fusion form while the light element are on his head trying not to fall out Fang's head . " Get them ! " The tall green lizard-looking alien yells as the other chasing Fang .

The hallway have fill with the siren and the red lights .

SHADOW POWER DETECTED-

Fang soon change back to his original form when the guards far away behind him , didn't want to trigger the sensor further that'll expose their place . Running through a hallway , the light element notice something and try to get Fang's attention . But Fang was to focus on running away didn't notice the element's attempt . So that leave the element no choice but starts to heat Fang's head to get his attention . " Ow ! Solar ? What was that for !?!? " That was what happened before they found in the pathway .

( Now )

" I know you can't talk in your orb form but- "

" (Sigh * ) I swear to god . If my hair got burn because of you , I'll- "

" Your hair is fine Kid ! I didn't burn anything ! I Just heat up the-"

Solar stops their speech when they land their eyes on the place they just heat up have to turn white and very curly . The hair look like just got curled by the ion perm and got dyed , it didn't look bad . But it look a weird when only the top is curly and white while the rest look normal . It almost like some white tendrils sticking out his head .

" ...... "

" Solar ? What's that reaction- "

" ....... "

" .......What happened to my hair ? "

" Um- it look......great ? "

Solar say that while avoid having eye contact with Fang.

"......"

"......"

Fang starts to stare at Solar with a murderous eyes .

" ......Solar-"

" Let just keep looking for way out now shall we ! "

Solar quickly runs away when Fang starts reach out his hands that want to strangle them .

" Solar ! "

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( On the other side......)

On somewhere on the spaceship , the same tall lizard alien are standing in front a ancient-vintage looking door that is carved with Retak'ka's face on it along with the elements symbol around him .

Gulp *

The alien swallow their spit , trying to clam themself before knocking the door . Whoever is behind the door makes the alien fear to meet them but they still have to go in the hall to report the current states of capturing the element and the prisoner that have break out the cells .

So eventually they knock .

Thud * Thud * Thud *

"......."

" The lord has allow you to speak ."

A robotic voice have answers before the door was open for them . Behind the opened door is nothing but pitch black along mechanic voice with the cold breeze coming out the room . The tall alien have kneel in front the door as they speak .

" To the rightful lord , I have something to tell . "

" ....... "

" WHAT HAVE YOU BRING ? MY SOLDIER ? "

A low deep husk voice have come out form the room . Which make the tall alien tremble in fear .

" DID YOU GET THE LIGHT BACK TO WHERE IT'S BELONG ? "

" I- I'm afraid that I didn't accomplish the order you given me . "

" ....... "

The silent have fill in the hall , the tall alien try to keep their heart beat quiet down , fear that they'll take the wrong move that will make the lord give them the blessing like that person earlier .

" ........MY , MY . MY SOLDIER DON'T BE THAT TENSE . I'M NOT MAD "

" HMM......LET'S SAY I'M KIND OF EXPECTING THIS WILL HAPPENED "

" ........ "

The alien didn't dare to move an inch .

" LET'S SAY IT'S QUITE SHAME THAT KAL'TA RECEIVE THE BLESSING BY THEMSELF , WOULD YOU HAVE THE HONOR TO GIVE THEM SOME COMPANY- "

" No thanks ! I'll bring them here right instance !- "

The alien blur out their word before they realize what have they done . " ......THAT'S RUDE TO CUT OFF MY WORDS IN THE MID WAY DON'T YOU THINK ? "

" I- I'm sorry my lord- "

The alien sink their head further to the ground as their voice mix with fear .

" .......WELL THEN , I SHALL BRING KAL'TA TO HAVE A TALK WITH YOU SHALL WE ? "

The alien tremble more as they know what's coming . They didn't dare to look up when the dark room that have a pod is coming out .

" LOOK , KAL'TA THEY'RE VISITING YOU , SAY HI TO YOUR FRINEND . "

The pod are containing the cult leader that have bring Solar and Fang to the mothership , looking insane when they having the maniac smile on their face while their eyes are white along the laughs that have fill with craziness but they didn't move an inch as the red gas have keep filling into the pod from the tube that is attach to the pod .

This is the person who have receive the lord's blessing ,just with few hour in that pod they have loss their mind .

" IT SEEMS LIKE KAL'TA DIDN'T WANT TO TALK WITH YOU IN A MOMENT , WHAT A SHAME . "

" ...... "

" HMMM......IT SEEMS LIKE THIS TASK IS TO HARD FOR YOU . I DON'T BLAME YOU THAT YOU FAILED , DON'T WORRY I'LL GIVE THEM MY BLESSING BY MYSELF- "

" YOU MAY DISMISS NOW . "

" T- thank you my l-lord . "

The alien lets out a sigh of relive .

" BUT....."

The tenson have rise again .

" KEEP THIS IN YOUR MIND , I WOULD NOT TOLERATE SUCH RUDENESS AGAIN . "

After the "lord " have finish their words the door have close again as the pod get drag to the dark room again .

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".......Look kid, I'm-"

" CALL ME FANG . "

" ......Fang , I'm sorry for- "

" ......making your hair like that ? "

Fang pouted on Solar's reply .

" Yeah that's not a big deal at all . "

" We stay should focuses on finding a way to get out this place . "

" ...... "

That does not sound pleasant at all , more like sarcastic . 

The duo are still in the pathway they're in , Fang is walking in front of Solar refuse to have a eye contact ever snice they have clam down from mourning his hair's state . 

" Yeah......let's keep going . "

Solar very sure even Fang have look clam downed but he is definitely still mad at him.

......Ok they admit that wasn't a good move earlier and miscalculate that the possibility that this kid's hair build different or the method they use to heat up in the first place have problem .

They should make up with him after they reunite with their master . 

Yeah after this ......

As they continue to walk , Solar can feel that they start to feel headache and tired as the time pass . They have been separate too long with their holder and didn't have a chance to have any energy income to stable their form . They have to be more caution on using their power now , to prevent they just collapse or have amnesia again ! ( they still didn't get over the" traffic light trio "case on planet Kadruax !) 

They're also have other method to reduce the power loss but.....

They believe that the kid wouldn't still close with them after the hair accident . So they just decide to just bare with it now .

 Just right after they give up the thought of getting help , Fang halt his steps . 

" ......Let's take a break here . "

" What ? "

Solar gaped on Fang's words , before the element have a chance to ask further Fang just sit on the floor . He lean on the wall and pat the floor beside him as a invitation to sit beside him . Of course the element are totally confuse about the child's action but they didn't have the heart to argue with that now , they really need to rest .

So the element sits as taking a break . They just sits there , no communication or movement . Silent fills the pathway , after a moment Fang takes out food bars and hand Solar one of them as he starts to munch on one . Before Solar even have a chance to ask , Fang spoke .

" Energy bar , made with Tok Aba's coco .  It's a good stuff that can carry with me to help the other elements to restore the power , other than straight up radioactive or explosive stuff that could possible kills me  ."

" ......Thanks ? " 

Solar dumbfoundedly open the wraps and eats it . It does help with restoring energy , still feel pleasant that the fact the coco have better power source and taste other than the ...... " stuff " that they have consume before .

Both of them quietly munch on the food bars . 

"......."

"......Hey Solar ? "

" Hm ? "

" Are you alright ? You been separate with the others too long and I have been warned that you guys could suffer with the memory loss which that could......misjudge the situation ? "

" ......What have you heard ? "

" ......Nothing ? "

......The face that Fang is showing are not convincing-

AT ALL .

" ......Who told you that ? "

" ......Gopal . "

Solar takes a deep breath to hold back his embarrassment with their heating face . Also planning to have a " talk " with that kid when they got back .

" My question still stand , are you alright ? Do I need to help you with anything ? "

" ...... "

( Solar now facing choosing options  *)

Option one : Don't tell the kid about the energy loss and bare with it - but have a high risk that the got amnesia and unable to fully able to use their power without concerning that they couldn't maintain their form .

Option two : Tell the kid about the energy loss and let them help ( Which is keeping themself in orb form let Fang carry them) - the loss of energy can be reduce ,  they could just reform when the situation gotten bad or need firepower . 

" ...... "

( ...... Solar choose option two ! * )

" So- "

.........

( After a few moment later......)

Solar have explant the situation to Fang  .

" .......Ok , I'm fine with that . "

" Eh ? "

" But  ! I'm not allowing you to touch my head again ! "

" That's fair . "

" ......Don't you dare tell anyone about this . "

" Chill , I didn't tell anyone about you're "Orb form " case to anyone. "

" ......So ? "

" ...... "

" Let's do this . "

Solar change to their orb form again .

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" SOON , THAT I"LL GIVE THE BLESSING TO YOU ."

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" THE LIGHT THAT BRING THE MISFORTUNE . "

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" MAY THE BLESSING GIVE YOU THE DREAM THAT YOU WANT . "

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( to be continue ) 

SORRY FOR LATE ANSWER

I didnt get to answer this as fast as i would

But uh sorry fang but dont worry your hair can grow back, at least now your getting along ol' solar over there

And having trouble with this cult leader again we have many cults for retakka huh

Boboiboy and the brothers should still be worrying, bet theyd bust down the entire ship(highly doubt it but yknow)

And yey! Solar is getting more comfortable with the "kid"

[kickflippinginurheart]

I need help

I hate needing to make this post but the government is screwing me the fuck over, what’s new. This is a long story so scroll to the bottom if you just want the cliff notes.

I transferred from one college to another in the hopes of being safer, I was being targeted for my queerness and for not being white. So I moved to a new school that was much more accepting and (thankfully) cheaper to attend. I was supposed to get some money from Fafsa as a return which I would use for rent, as I live off campus. With rent taken care of I was planning on getting a job to take care of my groceries and anything else I wanted to do.

However, I never got my return. So I started making calls. My school told me they actually never got my Fafsa in, and I owe them money for this semester. So I start making calls to Fafsa asking what’s going on. They tell me why the issue was, that I need to make certain corrections, everything like that. I try my best to do so, but I start getting an error on my form. It won’t let me go past a certain section because a false error, so I can’t actually send in my corrections electronically. They’re unsure why I’m receiving this error and can do nothing to fix it.

The only option is to send me a paper copy of my form and have me fill it out and mail it back to them. It will take:

- 10-14 business days for me to receive the forms

- 2-3 weeks for them to receive and process it

- 2-3 business days for my school to receive and process it

And

- 3-5 days for me to receive my return

I need this money for rent, for cat food, and testosterone. By the time this money actually comes in I’ll be two months behind rent and at risk of being homeless, not to mention starving. My family gives me no financial support because of the fact I’m trans. I pay for my own testosterone, my own college and my own food.

I’ve been having a lot of trouble finding jobs because I’m also physically disabled. I walk with a cane and have days where my leg gives out and I can’t walk at all. Finding a place to work under these circumstances hasn’t been easy and still, two months after moving here, I haven’t been able to get one. I draw and can do commissions if anyone is interested, I’d just really appreciate any help I can get.

Thank you for reading this far

TLDR; the government is stopping me from receiving money and I’m at risk of going homeless and hungry

I’m on most money apps (PayPal, Venmo, cash app) as @ Heavytiredeyes and again, anything is appreciated

[theriu]

In case anyone needs to hear this tonight:

Please don’t hate your body. You are more than your body, but your body is important. It may get confused or scared or send wrong signals, it may be afflicted by incorrect processes, it may be damaged, but it is YOURS. It may not fit some ideal the world has tried to fit all bodies into, but it is YOURS. It was entrusted to you. It is precious. No matter how broken or confused parts of it may be at times, it is yours. It is precious. You are precious.

Your mind is connected to your body. How we think can indeed affect our bodies. I don’t mean that believing something a certain way will MAKE it happen, but science has proved again and again that we can retrain our thoughts to be better (even if they arent perfect); we can learn optimism and empathy even though we struggle with them; we can deny sensations and urges we know are wrong or harmful. We can care for our bodies, for ourselves, without hating our bodies or ourselves.

Your body is not against you. It is your cradle, your vessel. It doesn’t know anything expect “protect the body and the person in the body,” and sometimes it needs help because it doesn’t realize its attempts to protect you are broken, are hurting you. The corruption of this world can damage the body, but it’s still TRYING. Sometimes it tries so hard that it hurts more. Sometimes it’s a small child that needs you to lovingly hug it and tell it you’re okay, everything will be okay.

Please love your body. Please put away the sharp blades, the harmful drugs, the surgeries that remove healthy parts because the body or mind is confused and thinks it shouldn’t have them. It’s okay to need help, whether from doctors or counselors or pastors. The pain or depression or anxiety or disability or whatever you’re dealing with is hard, it’s so hard, it’s okay that you struggle with it! But please don’t give up on your body. Sometimes things pass, and sometimes God leads us to new ways of living that turn even the worst problems into sources of light.

Please, don’t hurt your body. Please, don’t abandon your body. We need you here. It’s not your time yet. And if you have hurt your body, I promise, I promise: There is still hope. The Healer can make beautiful things out of dust and ashes. It’s not too late. It’s never too late while you still have breath in your lungs.

The Lord God made you. He loves you. He has not abandoned you. He knows every ache and pain and fear. He offers HIS strength to get you through this hard time. He doesn’t condemn you for finding it hard. He understands it may take you time to fully trust Him. He isn’t going anywhere. He isn’t giving up on you. Please don’t give up on yourself.

You are so, so very loved. Please, know that it is okay to love yourself, too.

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“Just as a father loves his children, so the Lord loves those who fear and worship Him [with awe-filled respect and deepest reverence]. For He knows our [mortal] frame; He remembers that we are [merely] dust.”

— Psalm 103:13-14 (AMP)

“For You formed my innermost parts; You knit me [together] in my mother’s womb.

I will give thanks and praise to You, for I am fearfully and wonderfully made; wonderful are Your works, and my soul knows it very well.

My frame was not hidden from You, when I was being formed in secret, and intricately and skillfully formed [as if embroidered with many colors] in the depths of the earth.

Your eyes have seen my unformed substance; and in Your book were all written the days that were appointed for me, when as yet there was not one of them [even taking shape].

“How precious also are Your thoughts to me, O God! How vast is the sum of them!

If I could count them, they would outnumber the sand. When I awake, I am still with You.”

—Psalm 139:13-18 (AMP)

[alongthewayfanzine]

Below the cut is a detailed FAQ for the zine. Please read before sending questions!

General Information

What is this zine about?

Along the Way is a charity zine celebrating the Linked Universe as a comic, a fandom, and a community.  The overall theme will focus on the found family aspects of the chain and the friendships forged on their journey. Each of the 9 Linked Universe Links will have a section dedicated to them, which will include 1 short story and 3 pages of art.

Is the zine digital or physical?

Both! The zine will be produced as a digital PDF and as a physical book.

Will there be extra merch?

Yes! There will be a keychain, a bookmark, and 3 sticker designs available in addition to the zine.

What's the content rating for the zine?

The zine will be limited to a maximum content rating of Teen, or PG-13. The tone of the zine will be optimistic, so we won't be including any intense content.

Will the zine feature AUs or ships?

No, this zine will not feature any specific AUs or ships. Along the Way is focused on the friendships between the Links.

Regarding headcanons, we will be sticking as close to canon as we can. Widely-accepted fanon (i.e. Time and Warriors knowing each other from the War of Eras) can be acceptable, but is discouraged.

If you have a specific question about what is and isn't alright to include, ask the mods.

What's the production schedule?

You can find the full timeline, including contributor deadlines, here.

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Finances and Charity Information

How much will the zine cost?

Right now, we are planning on making four bundles available--digital only ($0), physical zine only, merch only (3 stickers, 1 bookmark, 1 keychain), and full (physical zine + merch). Prices are still being figured out, but the current estimate is around $30-35 USD + S&H (calculated separately and varies based on location). The price will change depending on how many people order, and we aim to keep prices as low as possible!

We now have a final interest check open until Wednesday Jan 22, which includes estimated prices. If you're interested in the zine at all, fill out the form here!

What are the shipping costs?

Shipping within the US is estimated to be around $15 (though this is subject to change depending on weight and size).

The zine is based out of the United States, so the unfortunate reality is that shipping costs will increase with distance.  We have plans to coordinate shipping to Europe and Australia, and potentially South America and Asia if there is enough demand. Details will be determined later on in the process.

How is the money being used?

Along the Way is a nonprofit charity zine. Money will first be used to cover the cost of creating and shipping the zine and associated merch, after which all additional proceeds will be donated to the AbleGamers Foundation.

What's the AbleGamers Foundation?

A charity focusing on "creating opportunities that enable play in order to combat social isolation, foster inclusive communities, and improve the quality of life for people with disabilities". They have won several awards for working with disabilities and give their own awards to games with accessible features. You can learn more about them on their website here!

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Contributor Information

Who can contribute?

Writers and artists will comprise the majority of the zine, but cosplay and crafts are also welcome.

Contributors must be aged 18+.

How many contributors are there?

Each Link has been assigned one writer and two artists, for a total of 9 writers and 18 artists. We also have 5 merch artists (with a few of them doing page art as well!)

Will contributors be paid?

Since this is a nonprofit charity zine, contributors will not be paid. Depending on our budget, we may be able to offer free copies of the zine, or free merchandise. Details will be determined later.

Where do I apply?

As of 8/29, applications are now closed!

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Communication

Communication with contributors will be handled using both a private Discord server and direct email.

Discord will be used for announcements and deadline reminders for contributors.

Official communications will be through our email, alongthewayfanzine@gmail.com.

How can I contact the mods?

For the general public, feel free to send an ask to this blog. For contributors, Discord is the best option for general questions (Discord handles are listed below). For urgent needs, email us!

Can I send questions through Tumblr?

Yes, Tumblr asks are open! I (mod G3) will do my best to answer as quickly as possible, though please note that Tumblr is not the most direct method of communication with the mods.

If you are a contributor, we would prefer you use either Discord or email for communication.

I don't have Discord. Can I still be a contributor?

Yes! All official communications will be through email, so it's okay if you can't join the Discord.

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Who are the mods?

We have four mods on our team!

Mina - Project Manager

Pronouns: she/her

Tumblr: @zarvasace

Discord: zarvasace

G3 - Social Media Manager

Pronouns: they/them

Tumblr: @that-g3-artist

Discord: that_g3_obsessive

Kahl - People Manager

Pronouns: she/her, fae/faer

Tumblr: @vagueandominousvibes

Discord: chrestomanchi

Zola - Human Spackling Paste

Pronouns: they/them

Tumblr: @zolanort

Discord: zolanort

Official mod intros are under #meet the mods!

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This FAQ will be updated as more details are figured out. Follow this blog for updates on the zine's progress!