#bodily differences

[access-fashion]

Shop Status: Under Construction

Shop Operation Hours: TBD

Shop Contact Hours: TBD

Introduction About The Shop

Established in 2025 as of recent, Access Fashion strives to produce clothing that accommodates different needs that aren't typically given through mainstream/popular brands of clothing. Designs and patterns are meant to accommodate those with limb differences, bodily differences, medical devices, and general disability. With this in mind, we always aim for satisfaction and take in feedback when making any piece that fits your needs. At Access Fashion, we acknowledge the frustration that comes with wanting to look fashionable but having to pick clothing that is designed for physically abled individuals, or forces you to customize your clothing to fit your needs.

Notices Before You Proceed

Disability, especially physically, can be very vast and cannot be put into one rigid box. While we cannot fit everyone's needs, we want to aim to at least try. If you have any feedback, whether small or major, please let us know so we can improve!

This shop is very new, so there is not a ton of options available at the moment. When there is a new piece available, it will be posted here on this blog.

It is also ran by one person currently, so we appreciate any patience that comes along with this process. We are willing to learn, willing to adapt, and absolutely willing to listen!

Unfortunately, we are unable to process most payments that are not of valid currency (only accepting USD). We do accept most crypto but advise against this due to the (high) fees involved. We are also only selling in the USA including its related islands where shipping is possible. Due to tariffs, packages getting lost easily, and shipping costs, we do not want to put that stress on the buyer or the shop. Apologies in advance.

What The Shop Will Include

Currently, we are focusing on basic clothing, which includes shirts and pants. However, our shop plans on working to add more. We want to include many options, including shirts, scarves, gloves, tops, skirts, pants, shorts, external ostomy bags, socks, and more. If you have any specific suggestions or want to see something in our shop, do not be afraid to tell us!

We want to accommodate for sizing that includes chest size (CS), height (H), and width (W). That way we can give an idea of what you would like specifically, especially if your size goes off of the average (e.g.: plus-size, little person, large cup size, etc). This will be expanded on more later on.

Other

If you have any questions, feel free to message us through our blog here or send us an ask. We have yet to set up a specific email for this shop, so keep on the lookout for that. We are unable to accept anyone as part of the staff as we are unable to pay as of now. Our patterns and designs are hand-made, detailed by ourselves, and are our own. Including any art utilized on any piece. We do NOT believe in using Artificial Intelligence to produce, assist, or partake in our production of clothing (which includes designs, art, patterns, and anything related to such).

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Want to learn more about the owner? Click below!

You may call me Nabi, as I am the owner of this shop. I use any pronouns, but would prefer people avoid using they/them pronouns on me. I have worked in the healthcare field for over a year now, and also have various disabilities and disorders. I have done intense and major research on multiple disabilities, physical disabilities, mental disabilities, mobility aids, accessibility aids, and more. This doesn't mean I know everything - I can make mistakes, please inform me if I do make one!

I know that having a disability, or disabilities, can feel like a full-time job. Finding clothes and accessories that can accommodate your disability can add to that stressor and make it hard to find something that is fashionable AND accessible. Most clothing brands and shops out there do not make their pieces accessible to those with disabilities where clothing needs to be fitted, adjusted, or made specifically for the disabled individual. If you ever find a shop that does, I would be happy to link them here or make a post about them. I want everyone to be able to feel comfortable in their clothes, and look good!

REBLOGS WILL BE ENABLED WHEN THE SHOP IS OPEN/ACTIVE. IF YOU ARE VISUALLY IMPAIRED AND NEED ASSISTANCE, PLEASE LET ME KNOW IN ADVANCE.

[mechanical-sunchild]

Ok so this is going to come off as rude...but as the one who came up with the concept of theriform I have to specify;

It is not an identity label.

It is a term to allow us to talk about members of our species whose bodily structure and levels of sapience are typical for that of our species, without using invalidating terms like 'biological (animal)' or 'real (animal)'.

If those who were born into differently shaped bodies with human-level sapience start to use it too the term becomes meaningless and inaccurate.

Please do not use it as an identity label.

[synesindri]

asking a gay couple "so which of you is deteriorating physically from scurvy and which is deteriorating mentally from lead poisoning??"

[ms-hells-bells]

watching female muslim athletes competing in black wrist to ankle and head coverings in 30C (86F) high humidity french heat when even athletes wearing barely anything have been passing out and throwing up :(

[system-hottakes]

hot take, you don’t have to immediately start the healing process as soon as you find out you’re a system. Especially if you’re a minor. It’s okay to just ,, exist for awhile

Yup yup. Infact, dare I say it, you don't need to heal at all! While I definitely don't recommend it, and it is definitely good to heal, sometimes people just don't feel like they need to and even if you personally think they need it you can't force them too. People deserve to have the choice on whether or not they want to heal and I don't think it's fair to try force it on people

I'm unsure if I'm explaining this properly, so if people have questions on this take I might answer them, but basically I just mean people shouldn't be forced into healing. Even if they make it clear they never intend on starting up the healing process, you have no right to force them or to pressure them into it

[crystalpallette]

don't worry ally. if you ran me over with your bike I'd forgive you because you're so cute.

(a mini comic for @aretaix 's fic Come In!)

bonus:

[pngheavy]

.｡.:*☆ collab with @theholeyness ☆*:.｡.

[magenta-somethings]

remember those jokes about kon dyeing his hair blond in an attempt to become a certified tim love interest? well. turns out tim has had a love interest dye their hair blonde, to try and get his attention

and he hated it. mainly because he knew she did it because steph was blonde, and there's secret identity shenanigans going on with that. but i kind of want to believe that, despite his modern dating record, tim isn't actually all that into blonde hair

anyway. cue kon dyeing his hair & tim either lying through his teeth or straight up saying 'ngl. i hate it' and kon making more rash hair-related decisions in response

(panels from robin (1993), issue #29)

[mothy-graves]

do you guys ever think that, when Arthur thought Daniel died, part of why it stung so bad, was because he never got to actually see him again?

he spoke to him, he was in his presence, but he didn’t see him. Daniel may have seen Arthur, but Arthur didn’t see Daniel. John saw Daniel. do you think, ever, Arthur ached just to actually see the people he knew and loved again?

though, do you also think, part of him was thankful for the blindness? he never had to see Parker’s body, the man he’d known and cared about for so long. he doesn’t have to remember the faces of people he left behind, because he never actually saw them. he doesn’t have to be haunted with the memory of how Oscar looked at him when calling him his purpose. or the memory of how Noel would’ve listened to and looked at him with such understanding. he doesn’t have to remember how any of them smiled, or how they looked at their worst. Whether that be when they sat, depressed at a bar, or when on the brink of death

sure, they can haunt him in other ways. but at least their faces can’t be attached to it. not like Daniel’s. not like Bella’s. not like Parker’s. not like Faroe’s

[dead-generations]

it amuses me to no end that American conservatives lose their minds over bluey and think it's woke garbage brainwashing their kids when by Australian standards it's actually mildly conservative. and the Disney censorship to the American release of the show is seen as mind boggling here

[mariana-oconnor]

The fact that there is no dialogue with Karlach where Tav can suggest that she and Dammon maybe get to know each other a little better is tragic to me.

I want to set up my friend with the sweet tiefling blacksmith. LET ME SET THEM UP.

[madtomedgar]

Like I am so fucking sick of fucking. White Gen Zennial anrachists/punk leftists from the burbs acting like asking them to not blast their music at all hours in crowded apartment buildings or dense neighborhoods or asking them not to smoke in enclosed spaces or put their trash in the public trash can and not in somebody's mailbox or on the sidewalk or loose in some else's trashcan (so they have to clean it out or get fined) or not dine and dash and shoplift when they absolutely can afford it is exactly the same as calling the cops on a black teenager for laughing too loudly.

Working class and working poor people have to work early hours and late nights and weekends and not being able to sleep because of your stupid party is a reasonable thing to be mad about! Babies need to sleep and the baby crying for four straight hours because of your stupid fucking party is a reasonable thing to be mad about!

Running people who have asthma and copd and emphysema and lung cancer out of public spaces because you want to get high on the train, when people who grow up poor are much more likely to have these conditions, is selfish and evil and the bus driver or transit cops absolutely should throw you out. Because you are creating a harmful environment for others.

People who harass women* in public absolutely deserve to be thrown out of wherever they are doing that because getting your ass grabbed is not the price of being in public! You should not have to risk your safety to get on a bus! It is So Easy to not harass others in public. It is literally a non action

*overwhelming it's women,but also applies to people harassing lgbtq people and kids.

Like can we stop equating voluntary dangerous, antisocial, unsanitary behavior that actively makes life worse for everyone around you, especially poor, working people, children, parents, women, elderly and disabled people, many of whom are people of color, is something you are a bad person for not accepting?

"Oh being annoyed is the price of community, I don't mind getting hotboxed on the bus, I don't mind hearing people's music, who cares if some dude masturbates in front of me, I don't mind seeing needles everywhere or stepping around feces" like do you hear yourself.

[thosecactussharks]

Sometimes I genuinely hate that I have a disorder where I take things literally.

Especially when that's intersectioned by CDD spaces where a lot of the descriptions of dissociation are hard to relate to, despite having several periods of time where strong dissociation is the only explanation.

And it's not even necessarily because I can't relate to them, it's just that my brain gets caught on the literal wording of that experience and immediately thinks that I can't experience that because I don't feel that specific way.

Does anyone else reading this feel the same?

Because I hear descriptions like feeling like you're outside of your body or over the shoulder, and I never feel like I experience that in real time. It only happens with memories, where a ton of those are in third person.

There are periods of time where I want a certain drink, but my brain fights to find the right word because several different parts of me want a different drink, even though I know that I want the specific drink that my brain suddenly can't recall the word for.

Honestly, I feel like 90% of my dissociation happens without me being able to cognitively recognize when it's actively happening, and I only realize after looking back that I remember maybe the bare fucking minimum.

And I dunno, maybe I've just been dissociated for so much of my life that it's so normal to me that I don't even know it's dissociation. It's really hard to parse what is and isn't normal when you 1) are neurodivergent and 2) see your normal as normal.

If any of you out there have any other descriptions of what dissociation can look like I would love to hear them, because that's the only way my brain will get over the mental block / confused phase of trying to understand.

[confused-stars]

... some half-formed thought about how both Shimin and Zetian had surgeries done on them to remove something from their bodies without their consent so someone else could benefit

[angelsdean]

Dean remembering Hell in Supernatural: Bobby Singer's Guide to Hunting.

(for context they're up against a Greek Goddess that is feeding on their memories--preferring the good ones--so Dean starts remembering all his worst ones to hurt her)

[takaraphoenix]

The Clever One

(this is a sneak peek for the Steter fic I'm currently working on, where Stiles realizes in season 1 that Peter's canon behavior toward him is strange, how he never hurts Stiles, never tries to kill him, offers Stiles a choice. He comes to the conclusion that he's Peter's mate. So he sets conditions for Peter, leading to a season 2 rewrite with Alpha Peter. and Alpha Mate Stiles, rebuilding the Hale Pack together.)

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Stiles walked into the broken, burned out husk of the Hale House like he owned the place. Just to be stopped by a hand on his chest and blue eyes flashing at him from Derek’s annoyed face.

“What are you doing here, Stiles,” Derek growled.

“I’m here to talk to your glorious Alpha,” Stiles tilted his head with an uncaring air.

He was not going to let Derek threaten him. Sure, in the past his heart would jump and he would be afraid, even if he still helped Derek out. Right now, Stiles was fully confident in his own safety. Derek narrowed his eyes in irritation, smelling or hearing that Stiles wasn’t intimidated.

“You fought him, in the hospital. You fought him to protect me,” Stiles argued with a frown. “He killed your sister, Derek. Why did you join him?”

“You wouldn’t understand,” Derek was close to snarling.

“Try me,” Stiles threw up his hands. “I understand a lot more than you think.”

This time, Derek did snarl. Just to receive a warning growl from upstairs. A cocky grin spread over Stiles’ lips. He’d known the Alpha was here too. He’d known that as long as Peter was close by, Derek wouldn’t get to do any threatening or bodily harm. The beta ground his teeth and stepped back. Hah. Oh, Stiles was absolutely going to revel in the fact that he now outranked Derek. Alpha Mate beat out the Alpha’s right-hand. His grin turned a note of shit-eating.

“He was in a coma for six years. Slowly healing. Aware of everything around him. You couldn’t understand what that is like for a wolf, especially…” Derek swallowed hard, looking away. “Everyone was dead, me and Laura were gone. He was alone with it all.”

“He went insane,” Stiles nodded. “I feel like we established the insanity part in the hospital. You fought him in the hospital. I want to know what changed since then.”

“He’s still healing,” Derek’s voice dropped even more. “He wasn’t fully healed when he killed Laura, he was… feral. Acting on instincts. Seeking to get better. Becoming Alpha… did that.”

Stiles could hear it. He could hear the despair in Derek’s voice. Stiles closed his eyes and heaved a soft sigh. Asking Derek was useless, Derek desperately wanted to believe this. Because what was the other option? That his only living family had willingly, or even joyfully, murdered Derek’s sister? No. Of course did Derek cling onto the hope that things could get better now.

“Okay,” Stiles sighed. “You can go now, Derek.”

The beta stared at him incredulously. “You don’t tell me what to do, Stiles. Werewolf, human. We established this. Why do you think you can tell me what to do, in my own home.”

With all the confidence he could muster did Stiles raise his head, not cowering, holding Derek’s gaze with a calm pulse. “Because Alpha Mate outranks right-hand.”

And oh this felt good. Stiles smirked cockily. Even as a not werewolf, he could feel the tension in the air. The shocked look on Derek’s face – genuine shock, meaning Derek hadn’t put it together yet and Peter hadn’t told him, oh damn, Derek hadn’t even known. A laugh barked out from upstairs.

“I knew you would figure it out on your own. I didn’t think so soon though,” Peter sounded both amused and nearly fond. “Leave us, Derek.”

Grounding his teeth together, Derek shot his uncle one last look before he headed out. Peter only walked into view at the top of the stairs after they could hear the Camaro roar to life and drive off.

“Tell me that he’s right,” Stiles ordered, crossing his arms over his chest. “Tell me that you are still healing. Getting better. Because, you know, the bit where you mauled one of my best friends-”

“She was all over you,” Peter growled, his eyes flashing red. “You were all over her.”

Stiles swallowed, the cockiness cracking some. Not because the growling and red eyes intimidated him, but because of how much they turned him on. No one had ever been possessive over him. Heck, no one had ever been interested in him. Sure, Lydia had gone to Homecoming with him in the end, but that had been more coercion from Allison and pity than Lydia actually wanting him. Lydia still wanted Jackson. Still loved Jackson. Might always love Jackson.

Peter cleared his throat, all calm and professional again. “I am still healing. The outside heals the fastest, it’s… the inside that needs more time, even with wolf-healing. A large part of me is still very… feral and reduced to base instincts. I attacked her because my inner wolf felt threatened by her, threatened by the way she was making advances on my mate.”

Stiles’ heart jumped a little at that. So he had figured it out, but actually hearing himself referred to as Peter’s mate was something else entirely than figuring it out on his own, for himself. Stiles bit down on his cheek, his arms tightly crossed in front of his chest. Part of him was grateful Peter was still at the top of the stairs. Physical distance between them. This whole conversation was a lot. Though Stiles had come to the realization that he was Peter’s mate, he had not fully come to terms with that fact. He didn’t know what to do with it, or what it could or should or would mean.

“I’m not going to do anything to you,” Peter’s voice was soft, which might be the weirdest part of this entire conversation. “Or with you. Not yet. You’re more child than man, Stiles. But I can already tell why my wolf chose you as my mate. You are clever. Brilliant. Tricky. Manipulative. Cunning. Quick-witted. All the qualities I cherish the most.”

Stiles couldn’t help but flush at that. “Yeah, well, don’t make it sound like that’s your grand gesture there, I am not exactly tripping over myself trying to get into your pants either. You turned my best friend into a werewolf, without his consent – even though you proved that you are capable of asking for it when you asked me if I wanted the bite – and you mauled Lydia. I’m not considering you Prince Charming. And from what my research showed, a werewolf mate-bond is something that strengthens and grows over time. So, I guess, you still have time to prove yourself.”

Peter quirked his lips, looking absolutely amused by him. “Prove myself, mh?”

“Again. Maiming and mauling of people I love,” Stiles narrowed his eyes. “You say you don’t want anything romantic or sexual with me yet, but this mate-bond thing is a life-long bond. At one point, you will. Because you’re the wolf here. You can feel it. So, if you want me to be on the same page by then, you better prove yourself to me.”

The grin on Peter’s lips looked near amazed or excited and Stiles didn’t know what to do with that. It was like the Alpha enjoyed being challenged, enjoyed that Stiles wasn’t just swooning at the prospect of having a soulmate, but gave Peter conditions to earn it. Weird.

“You’ve seen what I’m capable of,” and it was clearly implied here that Peter didn’t just speak of his werewolf abilities but morally, the depth of the things he was willing to do. “So tell me then, what do you think you can demand of me?”

“What I think I can demand of you? Pretty much anything, as long as it’s about me,” Stiles huffed amused, cocking his head. “You can’t hurt me. I mean, physically can’t. And I think that… even emotionally, you couldn’t, not intentionally. Heck, part of me thinks that you turning Scotty was for me, in a twisted, weird way, because your wolf could smell me all over him, thought it would appeal to me if you had my best friend in your pack. And Lydia. You attacked her irrationally, feral and threatened, but when I asked you to let someone come and help her, you agreed. Because you saw how much her condition was getting to me. I think I can ask pretty much anything of you.”

“Manipulative,” Peter pointed out, and he sounded proud and impressed and pleased. “Well, then.”

“You will never lay a hand on anyone I love again,” Stiles eyes were hard and his voice was cold, his body-language conveying how serious he was. “Not my dad, not Scott, not Scott’s mom, not Lydia. Reign your possessive wolf instincts in. She’s not interested in me anyway. If you ever hurt any of them again, I will put a wolfsbane bullet in you myself.”

“Threatening,” Peter smirked. “Cute.”

“I’m not joking,” Stiles frowned annoyed. “I’m the sheriff’s son. I know how to use a gun. And I know where to get wolfsbane bullets from.”

The playfulness left Peter when he realized that Stiles needed to be taken seriously here. “Okay. Noted down. I don’t plan on hurting my pack anyway. Of which Scott is a part of now, whether he likes it or not. And Lydia, well, the cuts were deep so who knows if she will end up joining my pack too. Your father is safe, I promise you that.”

There was still quip and snark in his voice, but that last sentence was spoken with sincerity and Stiles nodded pleased. “No more turning anyone without their consent. Scott hates this, hates being a werewolf, if he’d had a choice he would have said no. I get that a pack of three isn’t going to do you much good, I know you’re going to turn more people, strengthen the pack. But everyone you bite will first be informed of both the good and the bad, they will be given a choice, and that choice is going to be respected by you. The way you gave me a choice, and respected it.”

“I have no problem with that condition,” Peter waved a dismissive hand. “Scott is more trouble than he is gain to me, as is. A beta who doesn’t want to be a werewolf is not an asset to the pack. Betas who are loyal to their Alpha, who will be willing to listen to their inner wolves, will be assets. I only turned him out of instinct, the need to strengthen my pack while not being… mentally there enough to actually think things through. Believe me, I will plan out my pack in the future.”

“Our,” Stiles corrected unflinchingly. “Alpha Mate. Makes this my pack too, doesn’t it?”

The look on Peter’s face was nearly smug with delight. “Our pack.”