#disabled lover

[leyllethecreator]

White Hot Sugar

“Can we try those chocolates now?” He asks abruptly, pushing his hair back, “I haven’t had anything but cafeteria food in ages and I’m dying for something that doesn’t taste like boxed pudding and gelatine.”

I hurry to get the box out of my bag and undo the ribbon. Something, maybe a slight movement, maybe a change in his breathing makes me hesitate for a second. I don’t look up, but I become aware that he’s watching me, feel his dark eyes tracing my motions as I remove the velveteen lid with some effort.

At the edge of my peripheral, I can see his expression - too, intent - I try to pretend I don’t, making a show of selecting a bonbon with two fingers, unreasonably embarrassed. My face flashes red and white like a siren.

I’ve taken one bite when Kattar scares me half to death - saying suddenly - “Wait! Is that the goober nougat?! I want that one!”

“I already took a bite out of it,” I stammer, somewhere between annoyed and disconcerted.

“Don’t care.”

I surrender the half-eaten bonbon but feel the need to add, as a last, exasperated complaint “It’s just a glorified peanut butter cup.”

Kattar smiles impishly, self-satisfied, a brilliant flush blooming in his cheeks as he pops the bonbon into his mouth, watching my face the whole time.

I shake my head and select another, rolling it over at my fingertips. I lock eyes with him. That same expression. I try to meet his gaze - ask nonchalantly, jokingly:

“Am I allowed to eat this one?

He smiles his roguish grin, and any attempt at maintaining my heart rate evaporates.

His eyes flash, taunting me,

“We’ll see.”

(Read "Damsel in the Red Dress" on Tapas)

[annasellheim]

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[spriinglocked]

saw one of my mootie oomfie pookies (hi @ltlemon) say smth about my fnv jumpscare so heres my other fnv art that i havent posted

[brookesophelias]

peeta and the rebellion, with even more nuance (:

post continued from @posthungergamessyndrome; their post here

In The Games training , Peeta preferred to hang around the Camouflage, & it ultimately became his saving grace in Book I. Creativity, to most tributes, doesn't compare higher than physical prowess in significance. In Catching Fire, we see the D6 Morplings go to Camo first.

Peeta Mellark allows himself to be known as Loverboy to almost everyone in the 74th arena, which is him defining himself by emotion. Mostly because that’s what Careers, who D12 tributes hardly ever team up with, called him

Peeta decided to kill himself, even before the Nightlock idea, because he refuses to die at the hands of the Capitol. He seriously felt remorse after killing Foxface & had Katniss explain it to him. Killing others wasn't supposed to be something these tributes felt accountability & care about. "...wanted to hold them accountable, if only for a moment... For killing that little girl. (CF; 238)

Yes, Katniss says to eat the berries on 3, though it's Peeta Mellark who tells her to out-stretch her hands so "...everyone can see." (THG; pg. 338).

Peeta refuses to hold a knife when he could hold a paintbrush. (Katniss replies to Haymitch that 'if he wanted babying, then should've asked Peeta.' His fellow Games Victor called him soft & he just offers her bread [again]). Even in the actual war, he felt so hurt when he killed others.

He has a vivid memory for the horrors of The 74th Hunger Games, to the point where Katniss says she "hates" his paintings. He’s not even offended he just lets her hate on them because they are gruesome.

He always looks out of windows at other people [Katniss on the bakery lawn], places {districts while on tour] as well as the Capitol. He also takes people's baked goods home to evaluate. And doesn't stop.

He also sees the elder from D11 get shot in the head & doesn’t let himself be touched by Peacekeepers after he said he & Katniss would feed Rue & Thresh's families.

Peeta refuses—so vehemently—to drink the beverage to purge his meals. He tells Katniss that maybe they shouldn't squash the Rebellion.

He is the second person to volunteer in years in D12, & at all & he, too earns the highest rating in the Quarter Quell. Before the Mockingjay ever existed, the mockingbird & Jabberjay had to meet. If Katniss is the Mockingjay, Peeta embodies both qualities of both birds individually. Peeta is wholly himself, at his best. When the Panem screams conformity, Peeta doubles on individualism.

[autumnsvoice87]

Spoonie Sabath- Mabon

Mabon is here! The fall Equinox is here! Fall has officially begun and spooky season is already in full swing! This is my favorite time of the year. So for those that are new, Mabon is a celtic pagan holiday on the wheel of the year. When it was first introduced to me, I was told it was like a witches Thanksgiving.

It is the second harvest festival where they celebrate the good fortunes they have had this growing season. They give thanks to the Gods who are in charge of harvests and firtility, For without firtility, there couldn't be a harvest of crops! Mabon is the pagan holiday that rests on the Autumn Equinox.

Some witches take out the pagan part of Maybon and just celebrate the balance of light and dark on the equinox as well as just the harvest aspect. The spring and fall equinox is when the day light is equal to night time. It is often a symbol of balance so a witch may focus on balancing their energy, their body, their life etc. So today is another Spoonie list of celebrating this witch's holiday.

Coloring. Coloring can be a great way to balance stress out. There are many coloring sheets out there for fall. Some are kids coloring pages, and some are adult coloring. Whatever one you prefer is just fine. If you have problems with hand jerks or trembles, the kids' coloring sheets would be easier. It's also a great activity to do with kids if you have children or are babysitting for others. Some coloring pages you can get by downloading and printing off the internet. For a designated witchcraft one, they have some on Amazon. https://www.pinterest.com/pin/844987948812638690/

Light a candle. You can light an orange or red candle for Mabon instead of doing a full bonfire. Bonus points if it smells like apples, or pumpkin spice! If you can tolerate scented candles (not everyone can) they are readily available at the Dollar Tree or at Dollar general. There are many instances where people are not able to do bonfire's anyway but it is a favorite pasttime for celebrating the Equinox.

Fall foods. Many of us spoonies are probably not able to engage in baking and cooking up a great feast. Here are some cheats to consider. At wal-mart, they have mini pies for 75 cents (in my area anyway). You can get a Mini Pie for yourself or each of your family members. They are already baked and ready to go. You could warm them up in the microwave if you want to warm them up. Another idea is to get freash baked bread from the bakery. It's already baked good to eat. Pumpkin spice oatmeal for breakfast! or Apple Cinniamon is another oatmeal I love. For a meal for your family, a crock pot meal like chili is a must-have. Chili is easy to make. Just dump a bunch of canned beans, choice of meat and vegetables, and seasoning in a crock pot. There are many crock pot meal recipies out there to choose from. Baked potatoes are a good one, too. You can put them in the oven and you won't have to stand for very long.

Going outside. Going outside to enjoy the weather is good idea if weather permits. You can use a picker upper grabber to pick up leaves, acorns and pinecones to decorate your altars or your shelves. If you are a pagan parent, this a fun activity for kids too. A scavenger hunt is fun and you can do it on your own or with family. Use your mobility devices if you have them. Electric scooters and wheelchairs are aweseome for this if you have them. If you are not able to go outside, maybe have a family member go out and bring the scavenger hunt inside. Have them hide things they found in nature so you can try and find them. I know this isn't doable for everyone but even just sitting outside and watching the squirrels is good enough.

Cleansing your home. Cleansing your space of negative energies is a way to get rid of that no longer serves you. Many witches cleanse once a month anyway, but sometimes those of us with limited spoons can't always cleanse as often as we like. It also depends on the method of cleansing. Opening windows and smoke cleansing is what is most preferred and most taught method. Depending on our living situations, it's not always ideal. Some ideas to cleanse with minimal energy are to use sound cleansing music on youtube. There are several videos out there for sound cleansing. You can even use your own tools such as rattles, Bells, or drums if you have them. Another cleansing method is to use a spray. You can make your own using water and essential oils or using plain salt water works. It is something that is easy, and all you have to do is spray the room!

Stones. If you have a cage necklace, putting a gemstone associated with Mabon in it is a great way to celebrate. This is a great option if you don't have any energy to do anything else. Saphire, Yellow and Red Agates, Amethyst, Lapis Luzille, and Cornealian are the gemstones associated with Mabon. Right now, I am wearing Amethyst.

Donating to charities. Part of Mabon is giving thanks for the abundance we have in life. You could make a one-time donation to a charity of choice. Giving thanks for our abundance are in congruent with giving to people in need. Many of us Spoonies are probably on fixed incomes and may not be able to donate money. This is fine. Giving back to someone in need is the goal here. If you have any clothes collecting dust, you can donate to nursing homes, homeless shelters, and womens shelters. If you crochet or knit, you could make hats, scarves, and mittens for donations as well. Maybe a witchy friend needs some help with research.

Decorating. Mabon is a great time to do some decorating for fall and for spooky season. For us (spoonies), it can seem daunting and out of reach to do a whole house of fall decor. So let's pick one spot and decorate to the best of our ability. I have a general altar by my bedside on my nightstand. It can also be one spot in a book shelf, or even just one ornament. The goal is to decorate on a smaller scale so it is not so overwhelming. Also, it is okay to ask for help. If you have a PCA or friend/family member who can help you, it would be ideal. You may be able to cover more ground that way if you can get help with this activity.

Journaling. Journaling may end up in every article I write. So what do you journal about during Mabon? Start a gratitude journal, or write in the one you already have if you have one. Also, you can journal your goals and intentions for the upcoming year. This you can do laying down or sitting. Journaling helps us to see what we did accomplish and what we didn't . You may journal about new steps, new ideas, and anything that may help you accomplish your goals and intentions this year. Another option to journal about is journaling thoughts and ideas that no longer serve you. Journal about those negative thoughts about yourself or others and release the negativity to re-energize yourself.

Reading and doing research on Mabon or other fall celebrations around this time of year. There is so much to learn about this history of ancient pagans and their lore. Read some stories such as persephone's abduction and descent back into the underworld. Mabon is actually relatively new and based on Gerald Gardner's Wicca. Wicca is a neo-pagan religion that uses witchcraft. History is important to learning about making your own practice yours. https://www.reddit.com/r/witchcraft/comments/1flpdd7/happy_mabon/ This is just an overview.

Meditate. Meditation can be done laying down or sitting up. Whichever method you may prefer. Meditation on balance can be done in any way you can. Youtube has tons of meditation videos you can do to balance your energy. Youtube also has Mabon music and meditation videos, specifically for Mabon.

Celebrate Late. If you are not able to celebrate on the 20 or 21st and still want to, celebrate on a different day. In my opinion, you can celebrate anytime from the 18th-24th. Some older festivals lasted for days anyway.

If you don't have the energy, celebrate it when you are able to. Don't push yourself just because you feel you have to. If you miss this holiday, dont worry about it! You're still a pagan witch! Ancient pagans relied on the lunar calendar, and it is likely that the second fall harvest didn't land on the equinox.

[zhonglilover12]

I need a loving, and mildly obsessed, dragon husband who spoils me with luxurious fabrics and all the art supplies and medical assistance and care I need and desire because he has obscenely wealthy. I want to sleep with him curled around me in his dragon form and I want to give him eggies and have little dragon-human babies and live in a beautiful hunting cabin with an underground den underneath. Is that really too much to ask for?

[lee-hakhyun]

@auuwmk

orv chapter 690 han sooyoung gave the 41st jung heewon some memories from the 3rd turn. this is an excerpt on her thoughts about those memories

The Jung Heewon from that world called for a certain name very often. — Dokja-ssi! A name she herself didn't recognize. — Kim Dokja! Was he family? Or a lover? She wasn't sure, but when Jung Heewon thought of that name, her heart throbbed and felt it would rip apart.

[eggshellwbacon]

[rainydrawstuff]

I still think about this. Phoenix or demon I’m not sure, but he’s a legend for sure. twt, ig

[quinnyundertow]

Picking up the Pieces

Choso x Reader, Strangers to Lovers, Hurt/Comfort, Angst with a Happy ending.

Manga spoilers below the break

Master list

AN: This story just keeps flowing so I’ll see where it leads me.

Chapter 3

What we’ve found

The sleep Choso did manage to get was fitful. He vaguely remembers waking up intermittently last week and crying out for Yuji or moaning in pain. It was such a literal fever dream he didn’t even have the capacity to feel embarrassed. Now there’s a small sense of shame. It’s only just starting to form. It goes away quickly though because when all you can think of is pain it’s hard to prioritize other emotions. He’s trying to figure out the damage done to him but he still has trouble accessing his blood manipulation technique. At least he can feel it somewhat; but it still won’t obey his simple commands yet. He’s stuck relying on his other senses to determine his injuries. They aren’t very reliable at the moment. Sounds no longer seem like he’s under water; but he can’t seem to tell what direction noises are coming from. He rolls his tongue around his mouth, it's dry but it feels undamaged. He shockingly has all his teeth still. His left arm feels numb. It fluctuates between numbness and throbbing pain. He doesn’t feel his legs all the time either. When he does they feel like they are on fire. He isn’t able to see under the sheet drawn to his chin but he can’t imagine it looks good.

As he scans the room he’s surprised to see you still here. You're curled up in a big hospital lounge chair. Legs tucked close to you for warmth. The thin sheet laying over you can’t be helping much. His gaze follows your arm as it lies away from you and disappears under his sheet. You’re holding his hand. He flexes his fingers around your own. Your hand is so much smaller than his own but he’s always had big hands. He likes the way your fingers slot between his own. He’s never held anyone’s hand before. It’s a nice sensation. It lets him know he’s not alone.

He takes his time drinking in your features as he watches you sleep. There are bags under your eyes and stress on your brow. He wonders how many days have passed since the Sukuna fight. A small noise escapes your mouth. You keep doing this cute little pinch of your lips while you sleep. He hopes you’re not having a nightmare. When he was in that state of in between he was convinced you were an angel. Everytime he woke there you would be. A cool compress on his brow, your soft hand in his and sweet and gentle words of comfort. He’d still think you were one if not for the fact he’s a curse who killed indiscriminately while on Kenjaku’s side. He’s not the type of person angels flock to. He isn’t sure why you were by his side again when he woke up but he’s definitely not going to complain.

He vaguely recognizes you. You were a background character much like him. Always busy moving with the Healer Shoko and that blonde kid with a bob haircut. He hadn’t thought anything of you. Though that’s not unusual he rarely thinks anything of people in the background. His focus is always on those close to him, the ones he’s trying to protect. If his injuries hadn’t happened he may have never even spoken to you. Instead you’re holding his hand. His thumb lightly strokes the side of it. You’re soft. He is all hard lines and calluses while you are silken flourishes and tender touches.

He can’t remember your name. Did he ever know it? You’re stirring now, he wishes you would sleep some more so he can keep his eyes on you. You’re disoriented when you first wake up. Bleary eyes blinking as you rub the sleep from them with your free hand. You let out a little groan as you stretch. That chair must not be comfortable. You’re turning your head to check on him. When you see his eyes on you your face breaks into the most magnificent smile. His stomach does this unfamiliar flip. You look so happy. He doesn’t think anyone has ever been that happy to see him before. “You’re awake.” You say, voice still tinged with sleep.

He tries to give a nod but it sends sharp pains to the back of his head. A squeeze of his fingers will have to do for now. You’re analyzing ever small change in his expression during this exchange. “If the hand squeezes don’t hurt too bad let’s do one for affirmative or positive and two as negative. Your throat is still healing so I’d like to be gentle on your vocal cords when we can.” He gives one light squeeze and you're smiling at him again. He likes it when you smile at him. You’re looking at the wall clock and sound shocked when you assert, “It’s almost lunch time. I’m sorry Choso, you should have woken me.” You stand stretching your legs out to wake them up. He gives you a negative squeeze to the idea of him waking you. You must understand because you laugh. He likes that sound. You lightly disentangle your digits from his own. There's a wave of disappointment when you let go. His spirit is buoyed again when you say, “I’m going to grab Yuji. He’s going to be so happy.”

~~

Happy was an understatement, the teenager looked like an overeager golden retriever at hearing Choso was conscious and responsive. He follows you down the hallway excitedly talking about various things. His voice only choking up when you reach Choso’s room. You had left Choso curtain partition open; so when you both turn into the room they immediately make eye contact.

Yuji sinks into the chair beside him. No words yet spoken. Yuji’s head leans forward and rests on Choso’s shoulder hiding his face. “I thought you were a goner.” Yuji’s voice cracks. Yuji is crying, Choso is crying, and now you’re crying. All tears of relief and joy. Not wanting to spoil the moment you quietly leave the room while the brothers reunite. They are the only family left for each other now.

You decide to take a walk around the hospital ward. The rooms are slowly starting to empty as patients get well enough to have at home care/recovery. Shoko is still somewhere around here but Nitta was finally able to go home to Kyoto. Unlike you and Shoko he’s still only a teen. He was understandably relieved when you both told him you’d take over and for him to go home and get some rest. He offered to return after a few days but his technique is more for on the battlefield triage. You just patted him on the shoulder and told him to leave, that you’d let him know if you need an extra hand.

When you go to pass the door to the outside you pause. It’s been a while since you’ve had fresh air. Moving forward you push the door open and take a deep breath of smoke. Shoko is standing by the door taking a smoke break. “Sorry.” She murmurs and moves so her smoke blows downwind of you.

The sun feels amazing on your skin as you close your eyes and take a deep breath of fresh air this time, “No worries.” The air is crisp and cold. It’s sometime in January now. You wonder if you’ll get any snow.

Shoko gives out a long sigh, “I’d rather snow than the summer heat.” You hadn’t realized you said the last part out loud. She takes another long drag and the cigarette is almost done. “How are you holding up?”

No ones asked you that in a while. You’re not sure. You haven’t had time to check. Lies flow easily, “I’m okay, you?”

She drops the cigarette and steps on it to put it out. Bending, she picks up the trash and tucks it into a small tin from her pocket. “I feel like I got hit by a truck but so do you. So I guess I’ll say I’m okay.” Her blunt tone catches you off guard and you can’t help but laugh. Her lips crook up in a slight smile. “The problem is now that things are starting to settle down I’m left with too much time to think.”

You feel the same way. You don’t know what you’ll do with yourself when Choso goes into home care. “You’re girlfriend will be happy when you finally go home.”

Shoko smiles fondly as she lights another cigarette, “Yeah, should be any day now. Choso, Fushiguro, and Higuruma are all that’s left here. I’ve recommended Higuruma go into long term care at a non-sorcerer facility. He’s got significant brain damage. I can’t provide the physical therapy he’ll need moving forward.”

“Fushiguro, physically is okay. Mentally, not so much. He’s still on suicide watch. Can’t really blame him; he killed his sister and his mentor. I found him a sorcerer therapist to talk to but I think Yuji’s presence is what he really needs to keep moving forward. It was his love that brought him back from the brink afterall.”

She’s frowning as she continues, “Then we have Choso. Under normal circumstances I’d want to put him in a long term care facility as well; but to be blunt he’s not human enough. His body heals differently and mentally he’s still grasping things that people who grew up out of a test tube should know. He also doesn’t understand what he should and more importantly should not say to normal non-sorcerers”

You haven’t experienced his lapse in life experiences yet. What she’s saying makes sense though. “Fushiguro needs Itadori.” Shoko nods at your assertion but you continue, “I-if he’ll let me, I’ll stay with him for a while. At least until he can start to navigate things on his own again.”

Shoko is looking at you with concern now. “You need to go home to Kyoto. Don’t you have people waiting for you?”

You give her a wry smile, “Just my non-sorcerer parents; and they didn’t visit much before this so I’m not concerned.”

Shoko doesn’t look happy about this decision, “I wasn’t talking about this to guilt trip you, it was supposed to be a brainstorming session.”

You feel a drop of rain hit your nose. Glancing up you watch the grey clouds slowly rolling by. “I had already decided before I came out here.”

Shoko is wrinkling her nose at the rain starting to fall. She puts out her cigarette and tucks it back into her half empty pack for later. Turning she pins you with a look, “The only way I’d ever approve of this is if you take it as an at home nurse job. Being compensated fairly.”

“The Itadori’s don’t have any money for-“

Shoko cuts you off with the wave of her hand. “Gojo left each of his students a hefty sum. I would know he left me to distribute it. Itadori will be fine. I’ll discuss it with him later if you’re sure.”

She goes to enter the building at your nod but you reach out and lightly touch her arm to make her pause, “Shoko, I don’t think Choso knows yet how bad the damage is.”

She grimaces but keeps walking, “I’ll tell him.”

Chapter 2 —————————————Chapter 4

[t4tozier]

this post made me think about diabetic jace in the sorcery classroom with mary ann, kipperlilly, and ruben after school waiting for the others to arrive so they can discuss The Plan. and jace’s fantasy dexcom beeps and he’s like hey wait a minute. i don’t think i ate lunch today. and then he’s like hey wait a minute. i think i actually feel really bad. and he kind of crumples into his desk chair and ruben’s like uhhh mr stardiamond? are you okay? and jace kinda waves him off and is like yeah i’m fine. low blood sugar it’s fine. and ruben’s brows are knitted but he doesn’t really know what to do so he just kind of. stands there.

but then mary ann is actually the one that comes up to jace and tugs on his sleeve and goes. jace. here. it’s mango soda. and she gets up on her tiptoes to put the can on his desk. meanwhile this is one of her safe “foods” so she’s never seen without it and jace is like mary ann thanks but it’s fine i have—and then he realizes that he didn’t restock his drawers from the last time he ran out of stuff. so he’s like. are you sure. meanwhile every word is like slurred and so quiet with how much energy it takes him to get out and mary ann stares at him so intensely. opens the can for him. and goes kipperlilly. go find porter.

and she’s like um, what? and mary ann just stares at her like i said what i said. and so KC runs off. and then she goes ruben. go to the cafeteria. they give me the extra cookies at the end of the day. and also i need another soda. and ruben’s freaked out bc jace looks like he’s dying and also this is the most he’s heard mary ann speak in forever so he runs off too. and mary ann sits with jace as he takes sips of the mango soda and talks to him about quokki pets until porter arrives. and then she lets porter fuss over jace and chastise him about not paying attention to his sugar and when ruben returns she slides one of the cookies onto jace’s desk and cracks open her new soda. and porter rubs her head and says good job, kiddo, and to most people she’d look like nothing changed but her eyes definitely have a slight crinkle and she carries herself a little straighter for the rest of the day

[sm1ling-dopp3lganger]

Tony Tony Chopper!!! I love you chopper

I tried to make him look more reindeer esque(minus the nose bc I didn’t like how it looked) bc he looks more like a regular deer and I also gave him kinda age accurate antlers

GO FOLLOW MY OTHER SOCIALS IM MORE ACTIVE ON THERE UR SEEING THIS LATE IT COULD BE DONE ALREADY AND YOU WOULD NEVER KNOW (@/smiling_doppelganger + @/sm1lingDOUBLE on twt)

[julchenawesome]

Zukka week 2024

Day 6: disability, chronic pain/ cave of two lovers

@oldpotatoe FLWOGB fanart for the Chapter 23 and Zuko's Interlude II. The Red lines are words: Liar, gone, Sokka (even mirrored, raiL, enoG, akkoS). Choose chronic pain for the Pain that two chapters affect me. While I'm here, there would be a fan who would make fanarts about FLWOG and never forget it💔🥺

@zukkaweek

Two more:

Sokka's POV Zuko's POV

[anachronisticmech]

‘We make toasts with / acetaminophen bought in bulk. Kiss in the airport / terminal through surgical masks.“

-sick4sick, torrin a. greathouse

[ID: A digital drawing of Jon and Martin standing next to and looking lovingly to each other. Jon is a fat, shorter, Bengali, transfemine person with a beard and moustache and long wavy hair that is dark brown and greying. She is very hairy all over, and has scars on her neck, arm, hand, finger, chest, stomach, and leg. She has a bit of top growth, and no signs of bottom surgery. She wears a purple lace, cropped singlet with glasses hanging from the neckline, black feminine underwear, and blue slippers. She is holding a wooden tray with two mugs, a slip of pills, and an orange pill bottle. An ng tube goes into her left nostril, with the iv stand and bag behind her and Martin.

Martin is a fat, taller, Colombian-Polish, transmasculine man with a beard and moustache and mid-length wavy hair that is dark brown, white and greying. He has vitiligo, with patches of pale skin and white hair, pink and red rashes from lupus, and is hairy all over. He wears a grey, fading Garfield shirt, long, fading blue and white striped pyjama pants, and pink and white socks. And square glasses. He is holding a purple bound and his black cane.

In the background the poem ‘sick4sick’ by Torrin a. Greathouse is written in running writing. ID END.]

Read ‘Toasts with Acetaminophen’ here