#implied ableism

[terresdebrume]

"I won't let them touch you" for your dead boy detective agency boys

Thanks for the prompt friend! :D Sorry it took so long, I was at work and then I got plagued with The Insecurities

This fits the possessive side of things slightly better than the dramatic one? Idk. I feel like I've failed to comply with the rules, even though I like the snippet x)

Anyway, thanks again, and if anyone else wants to send a prompt the list is right there

The sun beats down on the town square, bright enough to hide the outside world behind a veil of golden light and turn cousin Katherine's dress into a blinding beacon of virginal purity. Whatever one thinks of the concept, Edwin admits to himself, there is no denying that summer weddings occasionally provide such vivid image as to at least explain how it may have come to be. Nevertheless, he stays away. Of his three cousins, Katherine is the one he always felt the most kinship for, and he would not have missed this ceremony for the world, and yet--Edwin's knuckles brush together, gloveless skin shot through with electricity at the realization, and Edwin jolts his hands apart again. He tries to shove them into his pockets, only to pull them out once more when he remembers not to break the lines of his navy suit. Trying to settle them at his side proves no more fruitfull: the pose feels unnatural and constrictive, as if his hands were pulling against some kind of invisible tie.

"Here," Charles says, stepping between Edwin and the aisle, the lean line of him neatly obscuring the sight of Edwin's hands. "Have at it for a minute, yeah?"

It takes a moment for Edwin to understand, and when he does hit throat immediately constricts with emotion. They have never truly talked about this quirk of Edwin's. Not in the way they perhaps should have, at any rate. It is largely Edwin's fault: for all that he has learned to pursue his interests more openly and unashamedly, there are some areas of his life he has yet to dare confront. Cut and dry is all well and good, but even he can be made to appreciate the value of ambiguity. And so: they haven't talked about it. The way Edwin's fists knead against one another without thought whenever he feels tense, the way he rarely wears less than three layers of clothing if he can help it. The way busy weeks at work make him come home impatient to shed them, the very contact of cloth against his skin so intense as to feel like pain. The way loud noises make him want to stick a pencil in his ears, sometimes.

They haven't talked about it, but Charles took note anyway, and never once expected Edwin to change. Edwin, almost overcome with gratitude, lets out a long, quiet sigh of relief, and leans forward until his forehead can rest against the back of Charles' neck.

"It's no use, you know," he sighs, murmuring to ensure his voice won't be carried out to where his paternal grandmother is slowly walking towards the door. "The minute they see--"

He does not stop himself from pressing his fists together this time. Doesn't try to ignore the tightness of his shoulder, or the beating of his heart--and because he doesn't try to pretend they aren't here, they grow smaller. More manageable, in a way, than they ever were when he was alone. Without quite meaning to, Edwin smiles down at the back of Charles' suit, red in a sea of greys and blues. Here, hidden behind Charles, Edwin knows no one will try to pull his hands apart.

"You don't worry about them," Charles says, quiet but firm. "I won't let them touch you."

Charles once slapped Edwin's father's hands in the middle of dinner at the Ritz, all for the crime of trying to stop Edwin from mashing his fists together. Edwin belives his latest proclamation immediately, and without reservation. Still:

"You cannot fight my entire family," he says, just for the pleasure of hearing Charles put on his cocky voice and retort:

"Just you watch. First one to look a little too close gets whooped on their bum."

Edwin, despite himself, finds himself chuckling, straightening up until he can look at Charles properly. The light from outside lines the edge of his cheek in golden light the hoop in his ear as bright as a halo. He is a flame in the darkness of the church, bright and warm as a fire in the hearth. Edwin, born and raised in the icy cold of a winter lake, can never get enough.

"Surely," he says, "you don't meant Granny Gladys."

"Especially Granny Gladys," Charles retorts. "I'm not gonna turn my back and let her get me with her rollator."

Edwin, with some difficulty, bites down on a burst of laughter. In front of him, Charles turns his head just far enough to flash a wicked grin, sharp and shameless in a way that makes Edwin's stomach expand into the warmest of feelings. Charles must see something in his face then, because he turns serious, hands coming up to frame Edwin's face as he looks into his eyes and says:

"I'm serious you know. If your father tries to slap your hands again, I really will send him down on his arse."

"I believe you", Edwin says, insides turning embarrassingly gooey at the fierceness of Charles' tone.

"Good," Charles says, still frowning in intensity. "There's nothing wrong with you. There's nothing wrong with your hands. I know I haven't been where I should have been--"

"Charles," Edwin interrupts, heart picking up speed with the alacrity of a racing car, "you don't--"

"No, listen to me," Charles insists, hands pulling gently at the sides of Edwin's face until their foreheads touch, "no more hand slaps. No more eye contact. I couldn't be with you these past seven years, and I'm sorry--but I'm here, now, and I don't care what anyone in your family says, as far as I'm concerned, unless you want to, you don't have to look anyone in the eye ever again."

Edwin stares, half feeling like he is about to liquefy. He feels so, so warm here in the coolness of that church, warm like the sun in spring after a long winter. Warm like a nice sweater on a winter evening. Warm like Charles' smile, like the way he only ever takes Edwin's hand in his with love, like the way the only thing he ever did with Edwin's fist was wrap his hands around them like a shield. Edwin stares, and swallows hard, and catches Charles into a crushing hug before he can do something absolutely daft like kiss him right here, where all his family could see.

[antarctite]

one of my fav designs of all time !!!!! fainéant girl by @weevildoing

tried my hand at a WHILL wheelchair but i had trouble with the angle so i hope it suffices <33 also took bg inspo directly from the sewing machine in the mewsic video

version with some of the lyrics under the cut:

[feebix]

Soo jsyk if you genuinely think “narc abuse” is a valid term or if calling someone a “narcissist” is inherently synonymous with abuser dni. I dont want people demonizing disorders that are HEAVILY trauma based on my page. Yeah.

[foxy-aac]

Foxy AAC case supposed come today, excited

Foxy mother brought Foxy her tablet for use for AAC - she not use it and give to Foxy

Foxy use phone for AAC with her during dinner, was happy not judge Foxy

Usually 50/50 whether Foxy mother accept Foxy disability or judge Foxy for it, was very happy was accept Foxy

Still need finish set up tablet, but happy

Hopes case do well, can bring-use easier

Foxy mother know Foxy psychotic, is why need speak help

Grateful she trying to accommodate, even if not always do right

Text :

DNI anti-endo/sysmeds, radqueer/transID, queerphobes, ableism, saneism, hostility

[ajarorworms]

fuck it mephone4 headcannons

was a little jealous of the egg bc fan was a WAY better father figure than cobs-

NEEDS schedules, if something goes off schedule he'll get upset

genuinely doesn't understand how to act "normally" around people, and especially doesn't know how to make friends

dyslexic, GAD and autistic

massive fear of blood, like he feels sick whenever he sees it bc he's not used to seeing it at all

all mephones files are keyboard smashes or dumb phrases

feels so awkward holding a regular sized phone, he doesnt know wether it's like holding a figurine of yourself of holding a baby

speaking of babies he has no clue how that shi works, for a while he assumed that everyone else was ALSO artificially made until mepad informed him they arent, but when he inquired further mepad just laughed and shook his head, to this day mephone still doesnt know

he also doesnt know how to take care of a baby, or a child, since he basically is a child-

used to stim (autistic ass /j), doesnt anymore bc cobs always told him to stop (grrrr i hate corn)

has trouble putting his feelings into words/telling people how he feels (eg, "i feel sad" or "im doing good!") since he doesn't even understand 90% of his emotions anyway

RUSTY ASS MF

gets a mini jumpscare any time he sees a meeple store in public

cant fucking drive

once unscrewed his arm and threw it at someone

use to talk to the meeple employees and ask them stuff, even though he wasn't rlly allowed

sometimes he struggles with stairs bc his little robotic brain can't understand them

changes his wallpaper every april 1st to fuck with his contestants

[prof-polaris]

💭

["Augh, it took so much longer than it should have to get that work done for the sanctuary...they just won't listen to me! I'm the head of the project, I'm paying for the whole damn thing!! Why do they keep turning to Skie to answer their questions, xe don't know anything! Xe are there to take notes!! Augh!!!"]

[justaghostpirate]

if one more near-stranger gives me a cutesy nickname because i'm short and disabled i might scream

[gillipop-plus]

at first i thought the second one meant that everyone without any mental illness is abusive. when i tell you i was confused...

"mental illnesses can increase the chance of being toxic to oneself and others"

and

"no mental illness makes you inherently abusive"

and

"mental illness is an explanation, not an excuse for toxic behaviours"

are statements that can inductively coexist.

[kidtistic]

I love puzzle piece patterns it's rly unfortunate there's a bad association w it :,(

[the-mechanica]

Got frustrated trying to switch writing applications. It's not ALL dark classically gothic romance vibes around here. It's also disability rights. Eat the rich.

[i-dont-even-noa]

Why are we at a point where people are praised for not allowing families to sit together on planes. Why are we elevating people who would rather make people miserable than having the slightest bit of compassion. Why is it considered the right thing to do to cause distress and discomfort and hurt?

This is something that keeps coming up on my news feed, and every single time I feel a little less safe. I used to have to take planes several times a year to travel to and from my home town, and every time I would be petrified that I would be stuck in a wrong seat or separated from my mother. I was terrified that because someone was willing to pay more money than I could, I would have a panic attack or an episode mid flight, which would at the very best be humiliating, at the worst, physically damaging to me or another passenger. I can only imagine a child in the same situation- autistic or not- in a loud, enclosed space tens of thousands of feet in the air, forced to sit with a stranger, because some TikTok influencer publicly berated their parents for something they likely couldn't control. For asking for some basic sympathy, some human decency.

[growling]

the way this website treats disabled people is actually horrendous

[sonknuxadow]

it's really weird to me the way people have been talking about maria lately.... like i know maria wasnt the most developed character in her earlier appearances and she also didnt get to have a normal childhood experience but seeing people say she has no personality and has no joy or whimsy or never got to be a kid at all makes me wonder if im the only person whos actually been paying attention to maria this whole time...???? like do people think she was a sad miserable kid who never got to have fun because of her disability or something ? because that is quite literally the opposite of who she was

and people are being weirdly ableist about it too like talking like her illness is the reason for all those traits she supposedly lacks. implying disabled people cant be happy or have fun or whatever. like come on man

[phoenixyfriend]

I have a. Horrible thought? And I can't decide if it makes sense to go through with it or if it's TOO much of a twist. I accidentally had a red herring moment and needed to IMMEDIATELY decide if I wanted to pursue it. I'm erring on the side of "ehhhhh, it's too much."

Buuuuuut it could make for an interesting AU on its own merit. So have it!

Which

What I've implied so far in a fic is that Tor stole his sister's kid (Pre) to raise as his heir since he doesn't gave any kids of his own. He keeps them apart, and the root of the tension between Tor and Pre is that Tor's basically keeping his own sister locked up "for being crazy" because she was interfering too much with various plans.

And among all the other shit in his life, one of Pre's primary trainers is Arla Fett, who actually IS some level of crazy for obvious reasons.

But what if. We switch which parent is the link to Tor. And Pre's father is Tor's younger brother.

And Pre's mom is Arla.

[psyonicscream]

I fucking wish "having strong interests that you must hide from others to avoid ridicule" was something everyone experienced and not just us, the bullies literally have no discernable weaknesses half the time

recently I have had countless arguments over Gliscord with people claiming that I was "autistic" so let me set things straight, THAT IS THE FURTHEST FROM THE TRUTH

Dr. Light built me to perfection first and foremost. If I were to have a "developmental disorder" then that would mean I was not built perfectly, which is wrong

furthermore all of this so called "evidence" people are giving is furthest from the truth of the matter. As a robot master it is perfect normal for me to become uncomfortable in sensory stimulating environments, lack an understanding of what humans are saying sometimes, keep facial expressions to a minimum, feel as if you are not allowed to be happy in public, and have strong interests that you must hide from others to avoid ridicule amongst other traits. These are all normal traits that anyone experiences

And finally I bear absolutely no resemblance to the Pokemon Espurr (who I have learned is a Pokemon interlinked with the concept of autism) and we have absolutely no other traits in common, that is all

[solazu1]