#elbow crutch

[miidnightpoet]

hey gang, tumblr users, people with disabilities that require mobility aids

i’m writing a marauders university au and i’m planning on remus using mobility aids, most likely a elbow crutch. i do not use mobility aids, but don’t want to write this incorrectly

if you could please share some tips on how to portray mobility aids, specifically canes & crutches accurately it would be deeply appreciated

[glitxd-shenanigan]

HELLO LOOK AT MY BELOVED ELBOW CRUTCHES

I've been using these canes for two years now, a lot of these stickers are collections from a few years ago back when I was still in college, freebies from friends, artist conventions, and organizations I was in! You better believe I'll add more to this mess, each time a sticker falls out I'll add seven new ones

bonus pic with my pad because they match!

[thebeegalaxy]

no stickers, BUT rainbow guards that make sure my elbow crutches dont fall while im using them 🥰

Hey cane users! May I see your canes? I love seeing cute canes with lots of stickers and little keychains and stuff!!!

(also if u have any mobility aid with cute stickers I wanna see them too).

[author-kweenyluv]

... Familiarity ...

[Reader reminiscing about the way Kurt smells and the familiarity it brings them. Sprinklings of my own headcannon’s about how his signature BAMFs don’t just smell like brimstone and why they're so unique to him]

The scent was familiar; ash, ozone, and brimstone. Not entirely pleasant, but not horrendous either. It was something familiar, something comforting.    Everyone said that Kurt smelled like brimstone, but you couldn’t agree, not entirely at least. Ash, ozone, and brimstone. It was the scent of the smoke left behind by his ‘BAMF’, the smell of when he donned the suit and became ‘Nightcrawler the X-Man’, but it wasn’t him.

Kurt reminded you of a lot of things; laughter and safety and half-translated jokes in a language you couldn’t understand but loved to hear. He didn’t smell like brimstone, not entirely at least, and the thought made you pause. He smelled like bread, and clean laundry, and for some reason heat. It was a combination almost as interesting as the smoke of his teleports, and one just as comforting. You never realize how... calming, the scent of the person you love could be until it’s not around anymore.    The scent of brimstone clung to his fur, sure, but he was meticulous about his hygiene and spent most of his time out of the suit. So, most of your days with each other smelled like Kurt; like bread, and laundry, and heat. It was soothing, and for all that you teased him about smelling like rotten eggs after his BAMFs, you still clung to him without hesitation, still relaxed with your chest against his as he laid back on one of the many couches in the Institute.    “Why do you always smell like bread?” You look up at him, a confused expression pinching his eyebrows together as he tilts his head at your words. The question had been itching in your brain for a while, rolling around your skull like a particularly stubborn marble. The scent of bread, and laundry, and heat filled your nose as the fur of his neck tickles your cheek. “I can’t really figure it out. I know you eat a lot of bread, but I don’t think that would make you smell like it too. I just... don’t get it.” You could feel the tip of his tail flicking in amusement against your ankles as a small smile graced his lips, a flash of fangs peaking out and catching your attention as he chuckles softly before you go looking back up at him.    “It... might be easier if I just show you.” His hands press a little firmer into you, the one at your back holding you steady while the one on your upper arm rubs the thumb thoughtlessly as he shift the both of you to sit up, his legs moving out from under you to plant his feet quietly on the floor. You follow suit, adjusting yourself and moving to grab your crutches, slipping the braces onto your biceps. Kurt stands first, smoothing out his shirt while you get your crutches on and holding out a hand to help you up, always a gentleman.

 You take his hand to pull yourself up before you steady yourself with your crutches, your grip on the handles loose and easy and familiar, the material comfortable under your palms. His hand moves to rest on your shoulder as he guides you, walking towards the kitchen. You stare at him curiously, but don’t question him, although his amused grin is quite nice to look at. The walk is quiet, save for the soft hums that reverberate from Kurt’s throat, following along to some silent melody only he can hear.

He leads you into the kitchen, and then towards one of the stand-alone freezers, opening it up and assaulting your nose with the scent of bread. You blink the cool air from your eyes and stare. What... what were you looking at? You glance at Kurt only to see him holding the door open with one hand while the other sheepishly rubs the back of his neck, his tail coiling nervously around his leg.    Wrapped up in cling-wrap and lining the shelves of the small upright freezer, were rows upon rows of bread. There were different shapes, and sizes, and colors, all neatly ordered and wrapped up tight. There was even a small pile of what looked like pretzels. You were very, very confused. A quick glance at Kurt made him chuckle and avert his gaze sheepishly, a feat for someone without visible pupils.    “I... miss the bread back home sometimes. I took to baking it myself sometime after I first arrived at the manor to help with the homesickness.” He pulls out one of the pretzels and fiddles with it in his hands, slowly closing the freezer door. “The professor aided me in finding the recipes, I usually bake a few different types at once and then store them for later. Sonnenblumenbrot is my favorite, which is why there’s so much.” This was not what you were expecting.    “I-, huh...” You blink a few times, just to get your brain back in order. A small huff of amusement escapes you at the absurdity of what you’re seeing before a small chuckle breaks out. You lean a bit more firmly on your crutches as you let go of one of the grips, lifting a hand to muffle your giggles. You look up at warm yellow eyes and give a baffled grin. “I’ll be honest, I didn’t take you for the baking type.” Kurt let’s out a small chuckle of his own as the tension melts from his shoulders.    “Well, I don’t like to bring attention to it. Besides, baking is Kitty’s thing. I really only make bread Spatzl.” You point to the pretzel still in his hand with an amused grin and another chuckle.    “And pretzels apparently.” Kurt’s ears flush indigo, although it was a bit hard to see under the fur. Your own grin ticks up at the corner in amusement. “Can I try?”    And with the scent of bread and laundry and heat in your lungs, a new note of familiarity threaded itself into your heart as Kurt grinned wide, threw the pretzel in the oven, and you fell a little bit more in love.

[gummi-stims]

Mobility aids!

There simply aren't enough decent gifs of people using/styling these things for the stimboard makers out there

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[faer1efire]

really scuffed ashe doodles 🤲🏻🤲🏻 shes my everything

[puppyuserboxes]

disablity aid userboxes

[amputeewomen]

Preview Jessica Amputee in Country Life.

[body-diversity-for-solista]

Also maybe Castti with a cane or crutches?? I have a headcanon that the poison rain severely weakened her so she has chronic pain syndrome, primarily in her legs

Yesssss tysm for the request!!!!!

Most of the photos of crutches I saw looked very modern, so I had fun trying to interpret them in a fantasy setting. I ended up going a steampunk route, and also decided to dress her as an Inventor to match :3

[gaybd1]

the weather needs to stop goddamn changing bc it hurts so fucking much

[thedisablednaturalist]

Smartcrutch lets you do low monthly payments hmm

[cnmcn]

looking at assistive devices and braces on the internet and feeling like

[l0stw00d]

Lol. Lmao even.

Here's a reminder that you don't need to pay £90+ for elbow crutches. Even if you don't want to support companies like Amazon, there absolutely are cheaper options that are perfectly usable. A very cursory search puts most elbow crutches between £20-£40.

I hope the fuckers behind cool crutches have wet socks forever.

Forearm crutches are more expensive, but that isn't what they're selling. They're selling decorated elbow crutches with standard handles for just shy of £100 lmao.

[foldedovercontactlense]

any tips on how to not die of boredom while waiting for fractured bones to unfracture

[gummi-stims]

Different kinds of elbow/forearm crutch gait demonstrated by disgaybledlylo on tiktok!