#crutch cuffs

[smartcrutch]

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[grymmdark]

i wish all disability aids had the variety of style that glasses do. it always annoys me when the options are like, black, silver, and red if you're lucky. i wanna have crazy colors and patterns and shit and i dont wanna have to do it myself i just want it to be an option upfront

[clown-bitchh]

finally got my forearm crutches!!

i was going to just use them for longer outings and such. but just using 1 is way more supportive than my cane, ive realized. so i think imma be replacing my cane with 1 and using both for the longer outings:)))

i put shark stickers on my main one :)))

[littlekittybabies]

sweetie boy

[blueookashi]

Hopefully I can get these doodles done in time for tomorrow! But! I am actually drawing Grey's crutches in this one! Since I have not done that yet LKJDAS;G they will be decorated a bit but! Its nice to have a bit of a reference of them!

[pet-slut-chrissy]

I knew I was in trouble, I disobeyed my Mistress @owner-of-pet-slut-chrissy because I was thinking with my cunt instead of my head again.  I was on no-touch denial but when She was telling me what She was planning for a playtime I started rubbing myself almost as a reflex..  oh no I realized a second too late but She was smiling hugely

I started getting ready as She finished a couple of phone calls..  I put on my new latex maids outfit fishnets and my highest heels, then the lush and ben wa balls.  I got to choose a gag, I went with the ring gag because it is more comfortable..  As I was getting the anal hook ready She stopped me and said because I had disobeyed Her I was to put ginger paste on the hook.  Ohhhh I knew how hot that would be but I did it without whining, and then a knotted crutch rope was tied securing everything in. But when She got the harsh nipple clamps and said they were going on my pussy lips I almost panicked..  however one stern look from Her told me there was no choice, it was my punishment.

We set the hitachi wand leaning over the back of a sofa, then tied bungee cords from the ceiling hook to the anal hook and bungee cord to crotch rope so they would both pulling tight if I tried to press myself against the wand.  Then the fun started..  with the wand on high I begged to push hard against the wand, and She allowed then started asking me questions, how much of a slut I was, how filthy I was was, what I would do for an orgasm I found myself humping the wand the cords pulling the hook deep and crutch rope tight.  Every time I got close and begged to cum She turned the wand off.

After several cycles of this I was completely frustrated and desperate.. Mistress said She wanted to know how much of a slut I really was, that She was going to cuff my hands behind my back and push me against the wand for 12 minutes.  She wanted exactly 5 orgasms from me during the 12 minutes, any more or any less and I would be punished and I had to scream my thank you to Her after each one which I knew would have Me drooling over my breasts.  Click the timer lock was secured and the timer started..  I kept my cunt pressed tight against the wand, the hook and rope pulling so tight and intense that I had my first orgasm almost immediately.. I will admit I cheated a little, I could see the clock and try to pace myself as I kept pressing and had 2 3 4 and finally my 5th orgasm right before the time was up..

I immediately thanked Mistress for my 5 treats through my ring gag then begged Her to let me off the wand, She said no and asked me what I was, as I was humping the wand I blurted out that I was a slut.. She was close too, She said prove it, cum for Her and then we both exploded at the same moment! mmm I was trembling when She finally eased me off the wand and took the clamps off my pussy lips omg! Don’t touch She ordered!!  It took all my self control but I didn’t.   As we talked about the session and how much we both loved it She  kept having me pulling on the hook and rope.  She asked if I might like a bonus cum and of course I said yes..  a few more minutes of teasing tugging and pressing against the wand and we came again.  I’m sometimes embarrassed by how much of a slut I am, but only Mistress knows all my darkest and nastiest secrets.  I am so grateful to be collared and Owned by Her!

[grymmdark]

its raining and i dont have raincoat or anything and i dont want my battle vest getting wet cus wet denim is hell on earth so i put my flannel above my vest and am wearing it like a coat and i feel so smart

[anexperimentallife]

It's better now with my cuff crutches, because I can shift my weight around and even put most of my weight on my arms, but yeah...

[the-disemvoweler]

Does anyone have any idea what to do about this cuff? These crutches are amazing, and I'm so thankful to have them, but I have teeny weeny arms and the hole on the cuff is so big that my arms just slip out

[plague-parade]

this is ur sign to decorate ur mobility aids!!

i decorated it to match my graduation cap and outfit :-)

ID: three photos of the same forearm crutch on a white background. it has been spray painted cyan blue, the lower part of the cuff has many silver glittery stars on it in multiple sizes. the cuff has been bedazzled in matching rhinestones, with some silver star shaped rhinestones as well. there is a cyan paracord strap attached to the cuff with silver rings, and has a crocheted cover on the handle. first image: a side view of the crutch. second image: a head on shot of the crutch, showing the star rhinestone on the handle. third image: a back shot of the crutch, showing off the rhinestones on the cuff.

[marigold-hills]

@wolfstarmicrofic | August 25th: win | 1000 words

CW: attempted mugging, mentions of broken bones

Remus Lupin is well aware what he looks like: the wrong side of lanky, with a nasty scar across his face from falling off a bike at five, and a nastier one down his sternum from heart surgery at fifteen. Weak knees, weaker ankles. Breakable wrists. He surrounds himself in soft things, wears sweaters and cardigans even in the summer, when his varied blood deficiencies keep him cold in the heat.

He doesn’t usually go out in the dark. His library desk job keeps his work hours to a respectable 9-to-5, and he’s not one for bars, or clubs, or any other sort of entertainment that would require him to be out in the evening.

Today? Well, there was a book signing at the library. It run late, and he was having a nice chat with the writer, managing to keep his fan-boying to a minimum (it was the James Potter, after all). There was wine, which he doesn’t usually partake in. So: it’s well past his work hours, he’s pleasantly buzzed and on a high from a successful social interaction. Then he sees him.

It’s probably the most beautiful human specimen Remus’ has ever seen. He was stunning in the library, where he accompanied the James Potter for the signing, and he is just as lovely now, in the dim unflattering streetlamps. The hair, the bone structure, the shoulders. Everything about him made Remus decide not to say a single word to him, only gape half-open-mouthed and watch from across the room.

(Doing it now, as he as good as follows him down darkened South London streets, feels roughly stalkerish. Again, Remus knows what he looks like. He’s got too big ears and slightly too big front teeth and definitely too big a nose. He wouldn’t even try to talk to someone like this, not for all the embarrassment in the world.)

Remus is slower, especially with the crutch he has had to use since he broke his ankle a month earlier. His foot is still in the awkward boot-cuff. There should be no way of him catching up, so no chance of an interaction, successful or, more likely, otherwise.

Out of the shadows, appears a figure. Hooded, wide-shouldered, knife-wielding. The beautiful friend of James Potter doesn’t notice until the man is almost on him, knife pointed at the Nirvana logo on his T-shirt.

Remus can’t hear what’s said, but he doesn’t really need to. He’s lived in South London all his life, from Lambeth to Peckham - he’s seen his fair share of muggings.

Something comes over him. Maybe the late hour, maybe the wine. Maybe the impossible wrongness of a man so pretty being in such a situation. Whatever it is, before he even thinks about it, he’s somehow caught up.

Next thing he knows, he’s behind the mugger.

Next thing after that, the heavy, metal leg of his crutch makes heavy, violent contact with the side of the mugger’s head.

He falls to the ground in a heap of limbs and dark fabric and dropped knifes and for a terrible second Remus thinks:

“Fuck. I think I killed him.”

Through the wine-haze or adrenaline-haze, or maybe your-dodgy-heart-finally-gave-in-haze, he realises he said it out loud.

The pretty man leans down and checks the muggers head, then his pulse. “He’s fine. Well. He’s probably concussed. That was a mean hit,” he looks at Remus with something like appreciation in his eyes. “Thank you, Remus. Lucky you were here, or he’d have probably made off with my phone.”

“You know my name?” Remus asks rather dumbly. The answer is obvious and self evident because the man just said it.

“Of course I do. I’ve been watching you all night,” the cheekiest smile Remus has ever seen. The man prods the prone mugger with the tip of his shoe. “Who knew it’d take something like this to actually get you to talk to me.”

“Huh,” Remus says. (He has a degree in literature, he should really be able to string a sentence together with some intelligence, but apparently it has abandoned him.)

“Should probably call an ambulance.”

And that brings Remus out of his stupor. “You’re hurt?” He just stops himself from checking the man over, hands itching to reach out and feel for the damage.

“For this one. Can’t really leave him just lying on the side of the road.”

“Oh. Right, of course.”

“And they’ll probably arrest him, while they’re at it. Win-win.”

“Silver linings.”

The man – Remus doesn’t know his name – laughs at that. It’s oddly dog like and on another person it’d be too much, too loud, but on him? Perfection. Remus wants to ask to record it. Maybe playing it in the evenings will cure his insomnia.

Adrenaline wearing off, Remus realises that his broken ankle hurts way more than it should. More than it has for a while. The same amount as…

“I’ve re-broken my ankle,” he doesn’t mean to blurt out loud. There’s immediate concern in the man’s face. Remus half-sits half-slumps down to the pavement. “Yup. I’m pretty sure I’ve re-broken my ankle. Fantastic.”

That’s what he gets for chasing down would-be-muggers down the streets of London. It’s probably some cosmic price to pay for hearing that laugh. It must be delirium: Remus thinks it’s worth it.

There are gentle hands on the side of his face, guiding it upward, and gentle eyes full on sincerity. “Thank you for helping me,” the man says again, “let’s get you to the hospital, alright?”

Through the pain-haze or wine-buzz-haze or maybe you-just-assaulted-someone-haze, Remus becomes shameless. “Will you stay with me?”

“As long as you’ll have me,” the man says and the way he looks at Remus? Like he doesn’t have too-big ears and too-big a nose, or the scar, or the hair he can never get to behave.

Remus, more than shameless: “forever, then.”

The laugh he gets in return is somehow even better. There is nothing mocking about it. Instead, agreeable. “Alright. Forever.”

NOTES:

does this count as a meet-cute?

[shepandem]

I may or may not have gone on a bit of a Butterfly Pig spree in order to deck out (accessorise) my friend Mouse the cat, so now we have matching medical aids!

I painted her crutches blue and hot glued string to the cuffs as straps, and cut a length of black cord off the back of an apron to give her AAC a strap. If you look closely, you can see that she even uses proloquo2go just like me! I love that her inhaler fits in her tiny pocket! I'm going to die of cute overload! /j

The last picture is of a tiny g-tube button. She's having hers placed the same day I get mine. I'm probably going to end up doing overnight pump feeds rather than daytime bolus feeds, so my reward to myself for getting through the surgery will be a tiny matching feed pump. ❤️

[tessellated-sunl1ght]

Yea so I saw @disabled-is-not-a-dirty-word ‘s crutches meme and Could Not Resist

[text above Ford hitting the person says “Preston Northwest”]

(EDIT) I can't believe it took me so long to get around to doing this but someone reblogged with an image desc they wanted me to add for accessibility! She doesn't want credit, just this addition to the post.

[Image description: a digital meme redraw featuring Ford Pines from Gravity Falls, who’s using a pair of forearm crutches. The meme is captioned: “Why do we have crutches? There are many reasons:”

First, Ford is shown silhouetted and partially in shadow, raising one crutch whose end is opened as a weapon into the air as his eye gleams a menacing red. He is captioned: “look badass.” Next, Ford is shown smacking Preston Northwest in the side of the face, and captioned: “hit the ableist” with “hit” in all caps.

Then, only his hand is visible as he shakes a crutch at a distant Bill Cipher, captioned: “shake stick at God.” Lastly, the cuff of the cane is shown to have a “What is the Mystery Shack?” sticker on it, along with several stars, hearts, and smiley stickers, and is captioned “sticker display.” End description.]

[rose-and-thorn-fanfics]

A Birthday In Piltover (26 years of not dying). Viktor x Jayce fic

This is for my birthday bestie Felix, who also happens to be the real life Viktor and my sibling! I love you. Thank you for being a part of my life.

Viktor ran his fingers through his unkempt hair. He had spent the night sleeping at the hextech lab worktable, which made him both tired and disheveled in a way he felt made him look like wild ferret.

Jayce paced the room, clipboard in hand, pretending to read the words on the papers in front of him. He glanced over at Viktor when he was certain his boyfriend was looking away, only to be met by a tired and exasperated stare. Viktor knew him too well for Jayce to steal glances unnoticed.

“Are you busy?” Jayce asked, offering a sheepish grin.

“Depends… is this about the hextech development and the concepts I gave you to read?” Viktor asked, blinking with exhaustion but internally glowing from the way Jayce Talis was looking at him.

“Ok, ok. I admit, I got distracted and didn’t get past page four. You DO realize it’s your 26th birthday. Right?” Jayce sputtered, flustered in that cute way Viktor loved.

“Page four out of twelve… well, I guess that’s some progress. Relax, it isn’t like my birthday is a once and a lifetime experience, Jayce. It happens every year! But I do appreciate your enthusiasm.” Viktor commented.

“Viktor, it is a big deal. I take partial credit for keeping you alive the past 5 years we’ve known each other. Every breakfast i reminded you to eat adds up.” Jayce said pointedly.

“Alright, I see. What is it you’re wanting me to do? Cake time?” Viktor asked playfully winking and setting aside his tools and blueprints.

“Actually? I’d like to think I have something a bit more…. Innovative.” Jayce said beaming.

“You mischievous drama king—“ Viktor started as Jayce rolled out a giant hextech contraption that started playing drum roll sounds.

The contraption was composed of a glowing gold and blue box that kept reshaping itself as it floated above a small platform with levers and buttons. Jayce began in a low and heartfelt voice, “Happyyyyy birthday to you. Happy birthday to you. Happy birthday dear Viktor. Happy birthday to youuuuu. And many more. We have a date at 4!”

Viktor blushed a deep red as the hextech box orbited the platform and unlocked itself in a complex fashion. “I-I… I don’t know what to say. Your presentation is almost as compelling as your …. song…I-“

The box revealed a hextech tie pin with matching cuff links. “They’re self fastening!” Jayce said, approaching Viktor as he gestured to the present. “I know you struggle to put these particular type of cuff links on so I made them that way!”

Viktor propped himself up on his crutch, making his way towards Jayce and closing the gap between them. “I own you one, Jayce.”

“Nope! Not at all. I owe you! My life… well it’s better with you in it, Viktor. I hope you know that.” Jayce replied, smoothing and readjusting Viktor’s wildly disheveled mop.

“I know.” Viktor said, meeting his boyfriend’s gaze earnestly. “I love you too.”

-The End

(HAPPY BIRTHDAY FELIX! ILY!)

[pluralthey]

Do you have any tips/did you use any specific references for drawing Felix's crutches?

no specific real life reference, but they do have a literal, drawn reference. i looked at a decent amount of crutches and followed the general shape. you can compare the drawn shape to some real crutches -- these are closed cuff forearm crutches. due to the general utility of these devices, they are going to have similar proportions.

[lupusbaby]

I ordered forearm crutches and I am so excited to have more freedom :,) I picked out closed-cuff ones so I can use my hands without dropping them.

Whenever I go out I usually don’t enjoy myself as much because I’m fighting supporting my body and being in pain the whole time. I really think the new crutches will be a game changer for my happiness overall.