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I keep thinking about all of the disabled activists and people before me who stranded themselves on the 4th floor of buildings for weeks and crawled up stairs and fought with airline staff and schools and doctors and refused to stop existing in the face of injustice and bigotry no matter how big and scary and hopeless it seemed. Every time I get angry and scared the protests that lead to the creation of the ADA pop up again and remind me that disabled people are so much fucking stronger than anyone has ever given us credit for, and I can't help but be proud of that. And I know not all disabled people feel like we should take pride in our disabilities and have flags or whatever, but I think not just living, but thriving, in spite of a world that wants us dead and gone, in the face of both illness and persecution, and how we've not only bought ourselves forward, but uplifted the disabled people around us, secured more equal futures for everyone who will come after, and truly changed the way so many abled people have seen us for the better is something to be damn fucking proud of.
We have always been here and we always will be, there will never be a world without disabled people because being disabled is not bad, it's a natural part of the human experience and yeah it sucks some times but even when it sucks we have fought to build beautiful, unique, happy lives with people, both like us and not, and that should be celebrated.
The first sign of human civilization is the healed femur. The body of the profoundly disabled person who would have needed help to even just eat being carefully laid to rest after decades of a full, happy life. The medicinal plants showing even before we were entirely human we were doing what we could to not just survive, but alleviate suffering while we're at it. Above everything, evolution selected not the baby who can walk and eat and be quiet, but the one that can ask for help.
Disabled people are not just angry cockroach motherfuckers who refuse to die, we are proof of humanity's HUMANITY. Proof that natural selection selected a species that takes care of each other. From healed femurs and medicinal plants to vaccines and IVs and insulin to now, we are driven to help one another, we are at our strongest when we don't leave our most vulnerable behind. And I am living proof of that. My mother is living proof of that. Every disabled and chronically and/or mentally ill person I know is living proof of that.
And I don't know about the rest of you, but will carry that shred of humanity's true nature inside me like it's my fucking soul. I am scared and angry and hurt, but I have a lifetime's experience being scared and angry, and I can shake off the kind of pain that would make Atlas crumble to dust like it's nothing but a stiff fucking breeze. Disabled people have always been here, turning fear and anger and pain into joy and beauty and connection, and I'm not going to let everyone who came before me down. I'm not going to give up. Not now, not ever.
It's okay if you're disabled and you've hit your limit, you're too scared and tired and hurt, I won't blame you. But I won't abandon you, either. I might not be able to right all of the wrongs in the world, but I'll be strong, I'll carry all of you with me, I will not give up.
As I've said before, society hates a cripple who won't die, so we must spite them and live anyway.
Please, live anyway. I know if anyone can, it's us.
#there that's my thesis about all this hope it helps#abled people can reblog this btw#pls support the disabled people in your lives they need you#us politics#us election#just for the blacklist#current events#cripple punk#cpunk#disabled#disability justice#disabled liberation
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stanford pines x reader
Look Me in the Eye
summary: based on a daisy jones and the six scene! a one shot in which ford comes home from a crazy night with bill, pushing you to your limit
warnings: a slap from reader to ford. gender neutral reader! this one shot came from a chapter of my actual oc story about ford but i made it gender neutral x reader because iâm so proud of this scene.
word count: 4.4k
With Fiddleford back home for Thanksgiving and the portal on a brief hiatus, youâd think Ford would take that chance to be home. But he doesnât; he keeps working. So, you decide to try and get some work done too. Writing hasnât come easy, though.
Ford is God knows where, and youâre sitting at your piano, staring at the keys, waiting for the words to come. At this point, a part of you has accepted that the Ford you married is somewhere deep in the back of his brain. He said he would do better, but he hasnât. You think back to your cousin and how you swore that you wouldnât let yourself end up like thatâin a small town with a deadbeat partner and a baby.
The only thing you donât have out of those things is a baby, which you donât want. When you were younger, you always saw yourself having kids. But when you marry a human, itâs a little strange to think about. Itâs unknown if you could even have kids together. There were legends back home about two humans in the demon realm, and one of them married and had a baby with a witch.
You do a mini birth control spell that youâre not even sure works. Well, itâs worked so farâyou havenât gotten pregnant yet. Ford wouldnât give a damn about a baby anyway, so why even put it at the forefront of your mind? And youâre fine without kids. Youâre not one of those people who craved kids their whole life and dreamed about what life with children would look like.
You always assumed it would happen if it happened. And with Ford, itâs not happening. These past few months have proven that more than ever because heâs rarely home. The way most couples go out to dinner at the end of a long day, you and Ford go out to breakfast two or three times a week. But heâs usually trying to hide the fact that heâs rushing to get back to work.
His attempt at spending time with you is noted but not necessarily accepted.
The door creaks open, and you hear the unsteady shuffle of Fordâs footsteps before you see him. He stumbles into the room, shirtless, his hair a tangled mess, eyes glassy, and reeking of alcohol. He stands there in the doorway, looking at you with a mix of shame and regret, unable to meet your gaze for long. He tries to speak, but the words fumble out, barely coherent.
âFord,â you breathe, your voice wavering between anger and concern. You step closer to him, looking at how droopy and tired his eyes look. âWhat happened to you?â
âI⌠I know Bill took it too far this time, but it doesnât⌠it doesnât mean anything. Itâs notââ Heâs almost nonverbal, his normally sharp mind dulled by the alcohol and Billâs lingering influence. When you see new tattoos on his body, you lose it.
âWhat the fuck do you think youâre doing, Ford? What the fuck is wrong with you?â You demand. He doesnât even look at you; his mind is completely somewhere else. Itâs as if Ford isnât even in there right now.
Before he can respond, you close the distance between you, and your hand connects with his face in a swift, stinging slap. Given that youâre smaller than him, it doesnât do much other than make him look at you. Ford looks at you, stunned, his hand moving slowly to his cheek where your slap left its mark and a slight stinging pain.
âYou come home like this,â you say, your voice breaking as tears well up in your eyes. âAfter everything, you think you can just brush it off? You think you can say it doesnât mean anything and thatâs supposed to be enough?â
Fordâs lips tremble, his eyes filled with a mix of guilt and sorrow. He wants to tell you how sorry he is, how much he hates himself for what heâs become, but the words wonât come.
âWhat happened to the man I married?â you continue, your voice softer now, though no less pained. âWhereâs the Ford who would move mountains for me, who promised weâd get through anything together? Because thisâŚâ You gesture at him, tears finally spilling over. âThis isnât the man I fell in love with.â
Fordâs eyes fill with tears, his heart breaking at the sight of your pain. He knows heâs the cause, knows that heâs pushed you to the edge, but he still canât let go of the work, of the promises he made to Bill. But none of that matters nowânot when he sees how much heâs hurting you.
âIâm so sorry,â he whispers, his voice raw with emotion. âI⌠itâs Bill, but Iââ
âSo, who do I blame?â you ask, and he doesnât have an answer. âWho the fuck do you think you are, acting like this? You come home from doing God knows what, God knows where, and have the nerve to try to defend Bill? After all of this bullshit, you still think heâs someone worth putting up with?â
You look at him, your anger slowly giving way to a deep, aching sadness. You still love himâGod, you love him so muchâbut this version of Ford, the one whoâs been consumed by his work and Billâs influence, is breaking your heart piece by piece.
âI love you, Ford. I love you so much it hurts, but I canât keep doing this. I canât keep watching you destroy yourself⌠and us.â Your voice trembles as you take a step back, the space between you feeling like a chasm.
âPlease⌠I donât want to lose you. I love you more than anything. Iâm sorry.â Ford reaches out to you, desperation in his eyes.
You hesitate, looking at the man you married, the one youâve been trying to hold on to, but you canât shake the fear that heâs already slipping away.
âYouâre losing me, Stanford.â You shake your head as another tear falls, and itâs like everything comes bubbling over all at once.
Ford reaches out, desperate to close the distance between you, but you step back, gently pushing him away. Your hands, though soft against his chest, carry the weight of all the anger and hurt youâve been holding in.
âGo take a shower, Ford,â you say, your voice trembling but firm. âIâm not going to talk to you again until you do.â
Your words hit him like a cold splash of reality. He can see the resolve in your eyes, the line youâre drawing in the sand. Youâre not just angry; youâre doneâat least for now. Ford hesitates, wanting to say something, anything to make this right, but the look on your face tells him that words wonât fix this. Not this time.
He nods, defeated, and turns away, heading for the bathroom. The sound of the door closing behind him feels like a finality heâs not ready to face. He lingers for a moment, his hand resting on the doorknob, hoping youâll say somethingâanythingâto stop him from leaving the room. But you donât.
As he steps into the shower, the hot water cascades over him, washing away the grime and sweat from the night, but it does nothing to ease the weight on his chest. He leans against the tiled wall, water mingling with the tears heâs been holding back.
His heart breaks. He knew after every other little crack in your relationship that this was coming. But nothing couldâve made him ready for the day you finally snapped. And he knows you donât believe he loves you as much as he does, which kills him.
Meanwhile, you watch him disappear into the bathroom, your heart heavy with the love you still feel for him, mixed with the deep-seated pain of watching him spiral. You turn on your heel, walking away, needing the space to gather yourself before you can even think about facing him again. As you move through your home, every room feels colder and emptier, and you canât shake the fear that the warmth you once shared might be slipping away for good.
After all that, you feel like you need a shower too. You canât believe you said all that and exploded. It felt like it was a long time coming and this was the final straw. His coming home like that, completely shameless, made you feel an anger you hadnât felt before. Anger because you always said you could do better than your family, but heâs making you feel the same as they did.
When Ford finally emerges, clean but still burdened, he heads into your bedroom. He notices you sitting there with red, puffy eyes. He doesnât know what to do; he doesnât know how to fix this.
âIâm sorry for how I reacted, but you have to know how pissed I am,â you speak first as he takes a seat beside you on the bed. âIf you donât love me anymore, just say it. Youâre never around anymore, and when you are, it seems like you just want to get away from me. Itâs fine if you donât love me anymore; Iâd be heartbroken, but Iâd be okay. Iâd be even more heartbroken if you kept me hanging around here when itâs just me who still loves you.â
Ford feels his throat tighten at your words, guilt and sorrow gnawing at him. He opens his mouth to respond, but the words catch in his throat. How can he make you understand that his distance has never been about a lack of love? How can he convince you that despite everything, youâre still the most important part of his life?
âI always promised myself I wouldnât be this,â you start. âSitting around as if I need someone. I never wanted to be the person stuck at home, trotting around at the geniusâ heels. Especially not with someone who doesnâtâwho might notââ your voice trembles, and he quickly jumps in.
âI do love you,â he finally whispers, his voice hoarse. âI love you more than anything. Iâm just⌠lost. This work, everything Iâve been doingâitâs consumed me, and I know Iâve let it come between us. But please, donât ever think that I donât love you. Thatâs the furthest thing from the truth.â
You listen, your eyes searching his face for sincerity. You can see the regret there, the deep sadness in his eyes, but youâve heard apologies before. You need more than just words. Ford reaches out, taking your hand in his, holding it like a lifeline. He can feel your fingers trembling, and it breaks his heart all over again.
âI know Iâve been terrible,â he admits, his voice barely above a whisper. âIâve been so wrapped up in my work that Iâve neglected you, neglected us. But I donât want to lose you. I canât lose you. Iâll do betterâI promise Iâll do better.â
âHow many times have we had this conversation, Ford? IâIâm getting tired,â you breathe out.
âI mean, what do you want me to tell you here? Do you want me to say Iâm never gonna work with Bill again? Because I canât! I need him.â Ford tries.
âNo, you donât!â you slightly raise your voice before sighing.
âDo you want me to just stop working so you can be making money and supporting me while I do nothing? I mean, fuck, youâre not exactly writing or anything right now,â he breathes out.
âIâm trying,â you say firmly.
âI canât⌠I canât lose so youâre comfortable! I canât lose because you canât win,â he raises his voice.
And then itâs quiet for a moment. Neither of you speaks, but Ford instantly regrets it.
âI donât know how much longer I can do this,â your voice breaks.
Heâs failed you in so many ways, and heâs terrified that it might be too late to fix things. But as he looks into your eyes, he knows he has to try.
âIâm sorry, Iâm so sorry. Iâll do whatever it takes to make this right,â he says, his voice trembling with conviction. âJust⌠please donât give up on me. Donât give up on us.â
âI donât believe you,â you cry, and he slightly stiffens. âI mean, did you hear what you just said? I need to go for a drive or something.â
âWait, please,â he starts, but youâre already standing up and trying to leave. âIâm so in love with you it feels like I canât breathe when Iâm not with you!â
As you try to walk out as quickly as possible to hide your tears, he sees your hand come up to wipe them.
âPlease donât go,â he begs, finally catching up with you and placing his hands on your shoulders. âPlease, just hear me out.â
âIâll hear you out later, I just need a minute. I donât want to give up on this, but I just⌠I need a coffee or something,â you look him in the eyes, and everything in him softens.
âOkay,â he breathes out. âJust⌠please, come home to me.â
âI will. Iâll be back soon,â you nod.
Ford watches helplessly as you leave. The door clicks shut behind you, leaving a deafening silence in its wake. His heart aches with a pain he canât describe, but he doesnât have the time to wallow. The moment youâre gone, something snaps inside him, and he storms back into his office.
Once inside, Ford slams the door shut and collapses into his chair, his body shaking as the tears finally break free. He buries his face in his hands, the sobs wracking his body with a force he hasnât felt in years. All of the pain, the regret, the self-loathingâit all comes pouring out in a way that feels like it could tear him apart.
But before he can even begin to regain control, he senses a familiar presence. The air in the room changes, becoming thick with an ominous energy that Ford knows all too well.
"Why the long face, Sixer?" Billâs voice cuts through the silence. "Having a little loverâs quarrel?"
Ford lifts his head, his bloodshot eyes meeting Billâs glowing form. Rage surges through him, raw and untamed.
"This is your fault," he yells. "Youâve ruined everything!"
"Me? Ruin? Oh, come on, Fordsy. You know this was bound to happen. Youâre the one whoâs been pushing them away, not me." Bill laughs, the sound echoing eerily off the walls. Fordâs fists clench at his sides, the anger building to a boiling point.
"I wouldnât be in this mess if it werenât for you!" he shouts, his voice cracking with the weight of his emotions. "My marriage is falling apart because of you!"
"Oh, donât be so dramatic," Bill taunts, his voice dripping with condescension. "You think I made you neglect them? Do you think I made you ignore all those signs? Thatâs all you, pal. I see everything, and theyâve been telling you how they feel like every day. Itâs not my fault you donât care enough to do anything about it."
"I- why did you have to go so crazy in my body? I respect you, and Iâm still finishing the portal, but what the hell? At the end of the day, I wouldnât be in this situation if it werenât for you." Ford glares.
"You think finishing that portal is going to fix your problems? Oh, Fordsy, youâre in way over your head. Stop blaming me. Itâs not my fault you want to see me more than your own spouse." Bill laughs.
"Maybe you canât process emotions like this, but theyâre the love of my life. Before them, I hadnât really dated anyone, and I wasnât even sleeping around or anything; I was a loser. The only reason I ended up with someone as incredible as them without ruining it, like usual, is because I saw them as an anomaly at first. I didnât think I was flirting or anything. I donât know what Iâd do if they left me. I wouldnât even know what love is without them. You need to think about what your actions can mean for other people, Bill." Ford turns back to Bill.
"Clearly, youâre the one that needs to think about your actions. Isnât it crazy that if you neglect someoneâs feelings, they wonât want to be with you anymore? Even I can understand that!" Bill laughs, and Ford just stands up.
Ford sits there for a moment before he decides he canât take it anymore. He stands up and heads to the music room. Bill yells things as he walks away, but Ford doesnât hear it. He heads straight for a notebook full of songs theyâve written. His heart is racing as he opens it and sees so many that he hasnât even heard yet.
In fact, this is a new notebook almost full of songs he hasnât heard except for a few at the beginning. Have they not tried to show him, or has he not tried to listen? He reads the sad lyrics of almost every song, lyrics about feeling lonely when with someone you love and waking up alone. Songs about how they try to convince themselves that theyâre a part of his life but not feeling like it. When did he start pulling away from them?
You sit in your car with a to-go cup of coffee, unsure if you should drive home yet or simmer for a little while longer. Your fingers tap on the warm cup as you try to think clearly. Your love for Ford is swarming every inch of your mind. But you know you shouldnât accept what you donât deserve, and you know you havenât done anything to deserve this.
The version of you before Ford wouldâve threatened a divorce already to try and scare him. You donât want to do that now, but you want him to realize that you canât keep living like this. You canât keep following in his stride instead of walking beside him. Youâve won ten Grammys; itâs not as if youâre unaccomplished with no other options but to stay with him.
But you want to stay with him. Ford is so loving and warm. No one has ever loved you the way he has. Hell, no one other than Ford has seen you as more than a one-night thing. And you love him so much. You canât help but wonder if maybe thereâs something here for you to try to understand that you donât already.
You look at the ring on your fingerâhis ring. And you donât feel like other people have described, like itâs a handcuff or a jail cell thatâs keeping you locked to him. You love being married to Ford. Saying you donât and never did would be a complete lie. You just donât love being mostly ignored by the man you love.
For someone so smart, he can be such an idiot sometimes. Letting some kind of entity possess his body whenever it pleases is a new low. Is that my problem? Bill? you think. Itâs not right to you that his weakest self gets to decide how your life is going to turn out; you get to decide that. And what you want is a lifeâa beautiful marriage, a homeâwith him. With the man you know he truly is. And youâre going to get it, hell or high water.
You take a deep breath, your eyes still fixed on the ring as you turn it around your finger. The thought of a future without Ford makes your heart ache, but you know you deserve better, and you know Ford is capable of giving it to youâif he just realized how much you mean to him, how much you mean to each other.
You sip your coffee, the warmth grounding you, giving you the clarity you need. You know you have limits. If Ford canât see the toll his actions are taking on your marriage, then you have to make him see it. You have to stand up for yourself, for what you want, and for the life you could have together.
You start the car, the decision made. Youâre going to drive home and talk to himânot in anger or frustration, but with the love thatâs still there, burning so fiercely in your heart. Youâre going to make him understand whatâs at stakeânot just your marriage, but everything youâve built together.
As you drive, the road blurs slightly through your unshed tears, but you blink them away. You canât afford to lose focus now. Ford needs to know that youâre serious, that this isnât just another fight that will blow over. This is your future, and you wonât let it slip away without a fight.
When you pull up to the house, your resolve only strengthens. You take a deep breath before stepping out of the car, the ring on your finger feeling like a lifeline rather than a chain. You walk into the house, finding Ford sitting on the couch, his head in his hands. He looks up as you enter, and the relief in his eyes is almost overwhelming.
âFordâŚâ you begin, your voice thick with emotion, but you hold up a hand to stop him as he tries to respond.
âFord, I need you to listen to me,â you say firmly, though your voice trembles slightly. You sit down beside him, taking his hands in yours. âI love you more than anything in this world, but I canât keep living like this. I canât keep being the one whoâs always trying to catch up to you, to your work, to everything else that seems to matter more than me or my feelings.â
His eyes widen in panic, and he starts to speak, but you squeeze his hands, stopping him again.
âNo, Ford. Let me finish,â you continue, your voice soft but steady. âYouâve always been so loving, so warm, and Iâve never felt like this with anyone else. But you know me, and you know Iâm not the type to ignore the fact that Iâve felt more like an afterthought lately. And it hurts. It really, really hurts.â
âPlease, Iââ Fordâs face crumples, and you can see the guilt and regret swirling in his eyes.
âI donât want to threaten you with divorce or give you an ultimatum,â you say, your voice breaking slightly. âBut I need you to understand that if weâre going to make this work, you need to start seeing me as your partner again, not just someone whoâs here to support you while you chase after your dreams. We need to be in this together, walking side by sideânot with me always trying to catch up.â
Ford looks at you with such intensity that it nearly takes your breath away. His eyes are red and puffy too, his fingers nervously moving his ring in circles on his finger.
âYouâre right,â he finally says, his voice hoarse. âIâve been an idiot, and Iâve taken you for granted. But I swear to you, Iâll do whatever it takes to fix this. You mean everything to me, and I canât imagine my life without you in it. You make me want to be better, not just for you, but for us. And Iâm going to prove it to you. I donât want to lose this with you, and Iâm so sorry that Iâve hurt you. Just⌠please, donât go. Iâm still yours. My heart is always gonna be yours. You are the one I want.â
âI just want you to see me, Ford. Really see me. Iâm not asking you to give up your work, but I need you to find a balance, to make room for us in your life. Because I canât keep doing this if things donât change.â You nod, tears spilling over your lashes as you squeeze his hands.
âI see you. I promise I see you,â Ford whispers, pulling you into his arms. âAnd Iâm going to show you just how much you mean to me. I wonât let you down again. And those arenât just empty promisesâI mean every word I say to you.â
As you hold each other, the tension begins to melt away, replaced by the hope that you can find your way back to each other. It wonât be easy, but you know itâs possible. And for the first time in a long time, you believe that you can make it work. Ford pulls back slightly, his gaze locking with yours.
âIâve never loved anyone like I love you,â he says, his voice thick with emotion. âI didnât date anyone in high school or collegeâI was too focused on my work. Hell, Iâve only slept with four people in my life, and youâre the only one who wanted me after that. Youâre the only one who stayed the morning after and kissed me and smiled at me. You looked so perfect then, and it wouldâve been impossible not to want more with you. Youâre the reason I want to be better, the reason I want to wake up every morning. And I donât know how I got so lucky to have you in my life, but Iâm not going to take it for granted anymore. I promise you that.â
âOkay.â You nod for a moment before bringing his lips to yours.
He sinks into you, and the next thing he knows, heâs on top of you on the couch. Both of your hands are desperate as your lips talk. And he thinks, while this is happening, that you are worth everything to him. He didnât think any of this would be happening when he first got out of high school and his life was in front of him. He never thought he would even have a spouse, let alone be kissing you with his body between your legs in your home on a quiet November night.
And the further things go, he realizes that he hasnât touched you like this since your most recent talk about him neglecting you before tonight. Seasons changed, months passed, and he was too wrapped up in whatever he was doing to just exist with you, which is what he loved doing when you first met.
#ford pines#gravity falls#gravity falls ford#stanford pines x reader#ford pines x reader#stanford pines#gravity falls stanford#stanford x reader#ford x reader#bill x ford#grunkle ford#Spotify
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jesus christ could you get any gayer
#i'd tell them to get a room but they'd most likely kill everyone in it#so i won't#i am a proud subscriber to drawing these fuckers with antlers and you can't take that away from me#anyways yeah no this was just an excuse to draw will in a waistcoat i can't help it i'm sorry i love formal wear#*runs away*#hannibal#hannibal nbc#hannibal lecter#will graham#hannigram#click for nicer colours because tumblr is evil and stole all my saturation
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it can't be too hard right?
it's easy not to think about things, he tells me i don't think all the time! wait...
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a scene from a fic that i have no clue if ill finish, let alone post, but look i made fanart of my own thing that doesnt even exist :D
#I DID IT! took longer than i was planning for it to take but shorter than most art#WHICH IS A WIN MY BOOK!!#anyways this is in reference to a scene right after laios calls chilchuck 'chil' for the first time#and he responds to it with no hesitation :]#id say more but i do actually want to challenge myself to write this thing#ahhh i loved working on this. did you know how happy i was. i got to make laios pine AND draw chilchuk 50 times its a win#anyways. laios pining content..... please.... maybe even... jealous laios content.....#chilaios#uhhhm hm. should i tag them individually. sure im proud enough of this#chilchuck#chilchuck tims#i wrote his last name as times again damnit#laios#laios touden#aaaand thats it#ENJOY YOUR FOOD#EAT UP CHILAIOS NATION#also. i linked a youtube video from a third party cause i couldnt find any official spotify links so just deal with that
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Putting these doodles here as well, drew all of these some time ago! The designs all belong to @//linkeduniverse
#not the most proud of them but take it anyway :]#these are my top 3 favs actually#Wind is the number one ofc#fanart#my art#norart#linked universe#lu wind#lu wild#lu four
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Sometimes I get jump scared by my own art, but like in a good way?
Iâll open up the drawing program and my latest art will be pop up and Iâll be like ?????? I MADE THAT???
#sometimes itâs in a bad way#but most of the time Iâm just so flabbergasted that I can think about things and then draw them I could hold up something that is probably#awful and be like THIS IS CRAZY I CAN DRAW THINGS??? and be proud of myself anyways and so Iâll take it lol#art stuff
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i heard you are totally normal about the characters you love.
care to share why đ
This⌠this sounds like iâm being questioned for saying iâm normalâŚ.
BUT TO ANSWER YOUR QUESTION!!!!
â¨AUTISM (possibly)â¨
#I had no idea how to answer this question so it lurked in the back of my head all day.#like#do you want to hear me rant about how since iâve started rewatching lmk iâve noticed the thematics of blue surrounding mk#which should supposedly be his color counter part as colors seem to have a strong importance in lmk#or how Macaqueâs character is so stupid because most of the conflict surrounding his character could have been avoided#had he just left wukong alone????#or the fact that wukong has a shame temple which sounds much worse than what it probably is. but is located in the actual city limits??#or how redson is just REDSON??? and although sheâs so silly her character IS SUPER TRAGIC. i mean#theyâre gifted with insane talent from such a young age that they cannot control it#their own parents fear him.#Their dad taken from them at a young age and they have a mother who looks at him and seems to wish he was different#and all he ever does is try to make it up to them for what he couldnât control#and once the power is actually back into the world. itâs given to his literal RIVIAL????#Iâm proud of her for not taking it personal tho.#anyways#does that answer your question???#lego monkie kid#lmk#speck rambles#đ?
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"i like that but i dont want to hit it too hard... gotta protect barky at all costs" "i found one already, ill take this one too. im taking it to the locker room tomorrow to show barky" hmm
#txt#the sashaekkyforsy agenda ever grows#im thinking a lot of things and none of them are fit for the public#idk maybe it has to do with forsys first instinct being to show sasha to see his reaction#as if he hasnt already seen the barky ball that whole afternoon#maybe it has to do with the fact ekky cradles that little golfball like its the most precious gem hes been gifted#his fingers careful not to touch the printed face as if that would ruin it and thats the last thing he wants to do#they love sasha so much#i think about that time sasha so proudly proclaimed to media that theyve been calling forsy âgustav orslingâ#and then immediately kinda crumbles a bit of having to admit to the pun but proud all the same#anyways the whole forsy wanting to show the ball off to sasha theres a fetch metaphor in there somewhere#i think taking a horse tranquiliser would be like more humane than thinking about all this#my mind is a prison that seeks to torture me with visions#NO IM STILL HERE FOLKS BACK TO THIS#do you think ekky and forsy put their golfballs together and ekky goes haha im fondling your balls sasha#and forsy both regrets letting him do this but he does think ekky is funny so he chortles about it#and sasha just sighs deeply as he goes âyes you are ekkyâ because its better not to egg him on but also if he keeps this up he'll-#(gets dragged offstage as the mic gets ripped from my hands and im pushed into a cop car)
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sorry people are annoying about your chronic illness lou i think you rock and it sucks that you have migraine đ you deserve to have so much fun at tit no matter what tho. love you x1000
thank you <3 i am really excited for tit!! i was talking with some friends the other day and i'm trying to convince a friend to visit for the show so we could go together and even if they can't make it it's going to be so fun. i'm for sure going to be meeting up with a friend who i met up with at WAD and there should be a few other tumblr people there who i'm excited to meet :) i'm planning to take a nurtec beforehand to hopefully help prevent a migraine from the lights/general excitement of the experience and i will have my nsaids and triptans with me in case that's not enough!
my real hope though is that whatever we do at my next neurology appointment will actually help this time (which it should... i think i've finally jumped through enough hoops for botox or a cgrp antagonist but i've thought that before and insurance has told me i am wrong) and i will maybe not need to worry so much about all the migraine stuff. summoning circle or whatever
#asks#castrotophic#i am excited for it!! and Right Now that's the only emotion i'm allowing myself to process bc i'm not on anxiety meds and if i am negative#i will spiral :)#look at me being positive. my therapist would be so proud#i'm not pinging ppl but. chicago mutuals/phriends you know who you are <3#i know you didn't ask about the specific drugs i'm planning to take to try to avoid having a bad migraine but i'm sharing with the class#actually i failed to specifically name rizatriptan and diclofenac that's on me#i'm flexible though lmao i have leftover (pill) sumatriptan still and also aleve#i used to also have a bottle of aspirin thankfully i was able to pawn that off bc quite frankly i had too many nsaids in my medicine cabine#even currently i have a lot more migraine rescue meds than anyone should need to have on hand#and the worst part is i actually take most of them frequently enough that i can't get rid of them#i regularly mix and match between- rizatriptan aleve diclofenac nurtec excedrin tylenol#in case anyone was wondering. i have excedrin aleve and diclofenac on me at all times#if you have a headache at tit chicago. hit me up lmao#honestly if you have a headache anywhere in the chicago metropolitan area. i've got you covered#anyways!!#sorry i'm kind of insane i slept like shit last night and my brain is being real weird today
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a much younger foster!!!!! probably 18-23 years old here :3
this was probably during their fighting ring prime, although they weren't doing well mentally or physically. either way look at them. so edible.
also! original pose (I CANNOT SPELL) credit to @/mellon-soup on pinterest n stuffs :D
note I forgot: as a little treat, they hated their heterochromia back then. extremely self-conscious of it, hence the hairstyle choice
#also did try shading properly here!!!! im quite proud of it#anyhow they probably weren't doing much to take care of themselves here#compared to what they look like now (at 26-27 yrs old) they definitely were much more like. scruffy (?) n shit#they still had the middle part they have now but as you can obviously see their hair is longer and most likely not very well maintained#meanwhile now they do care a LOT about their appearance#since they're extremely resentful of their scars and try and make up for them existing by looking as good as possible#perhaps in the hopes to divert one's attention from the scars to somewhere else#or just to make them feel better#anyhow they care a lot about their appearance now but back then they really didn't#they didn't have as many scars then and they didn't have most of their ear piercings#nor their nose or eyebrow piercing#but eh#anyway#foster canavan#whumper#oc artwork#whump art#whump oc#oc whump
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#saw the worst take ever and didn't do anything about it i just hit the bricks#so proud to have avoided an headache woag#some shippers are just as fucking annoying as the people that don't want anyone to ship sthg because they themselves see it as siblings#idk what post(s) they were complaining about if it wasnât a strawman but they had the most shitpiss argument anyway#âsiblings don't do that genuinely they only do it to mock therefore it was obviously a ship thing đ¤â#siblings with good relationships exist dumbass and omg caring about your siblings isn't only an incest thing in fact it isn't at all!#yes yes shocking i know! anyway#all to say both sides are fucking dumb just let people enjoy whichever interpretation they prefer without shitting on the other#i'm not even invested in that ship even if i see it more as that than a separated at birth siblings situation but i guess#i know i said i hit the bricks and then wrote this whole thing but i#just needed to get this out and this post is gonna get buried before anyone could even see it anyway so i successfully failed :D#not that whoever it is follow me anyway so if anyone thinks i'm vagueposting about them i'm most likely not lolz
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pvp got enabled in the discord tonight
#it is Incredibly Important to me for you to know#that I said âhey this character can cook and begrudgingly takes care of people how hot is thatâ and THAT was the reply#bro WHAT.#anyways. I said some things Iâm not proud of. I wonât take them back tho#I was talking about jet black from bebop. the most well-adjusted man there. Iâm livid. LIVID.
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1. Went to a PFLAG meeting
2. Prescription filled
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#trying to buckle down and realize that if I want community I have to actually go out and talk to people#most of the meeting was listening to speakers but I did get to help write postcards with some people#bad news with the meds is I probably won't take them until wednesday#because I can't pick them up until tomorrow afternoon#and tuesday I have to be at work at 3am and taking stimulants for the first time while sleep deprived does not sound like a good idea#anyway yayyyyyy!!!!!#I'm proud of myself and excited and fucking relieved that the endless waiting is over woooooo
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Y'know. There were several ups and downs when I was working for the mouse, and the downs were always really, really bad. But like also I'm glad for them because four years ago I absolutely would not have said SHIT about being given a shift that conflicts with my availability and just worked it hoping it never happened again. Now I will talk to all four fucking managers who work throughout the entire day I've been here until one of them listens instead of pushing back and getting pissy about me saying it's not my fault and sure, I'll try to find coverage to be nice, but not my fucking problem if I can't find it, can't work the shift, they can't mark me as a no show and they can die mad about it because they should've thought about it before giving me a shift I can't work đ¤ˇ
#vent#obvs i said all that in more professional language#but like i was fucking firm about it that yeah i'll humor them and ask around but that's also not my job bc it wasn't my mistake#so if they end up understaffed sucks to suck. only so much i can do if everyone i talked to was booked and busy#not my fault some idiot who makes more than me to do one single task on a 9-2 schedule weekdays only didn't have her shit together#anyways i am Proud of myself bc i no longer take shit#sucks that it took those lows to get to this point but y'know what? i'm grateful#wish i could've learned these lessons a different way#obvs. but i am glad that i did learn them#anyways today sucked but i got almost 7.5 paid hours instead of the 6.5 i was originally supposed to get so âď¸#somewhat makes up for me needing to call out last sunday lmao#also i put up with soooo much shit i am a Team Player if i refuse to back down and choose a hill to die on it means smth to me#extend me to a 10 and a half hour shift and only take a 30 meal break instead of the hour i'm entitled to?#yeah okay sure more money and the break schedule is already fucked so i don't wanna screw over everybody else#gotta clock in half an hour early and stay twenty minutes late? no problem i'm here may as well. plus money#need me to train someone when i only restarted here 2 months ago 4 years after the last time i worked here? sure. why not.#blind leading the goddamn blind and all that but like i also know what situations ppl have gotten most pissed at me in#so lemme teach you how to do some of the shit nobody explains the way they need to#so if i call out it's bc my legs well and truly WILL give the fuck out if i try to stand on them for longer than 5 mins#and if i say i shouldn't be the one to fix their mistake but i'll try a lil. i am a nice person i am a team player i can and will take shit#from them but also i am not a goddamn pushover#i know my limits and i know my worth
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Jade can I please get a chatty af yapper sunshine girlfriend with Sirius?? Like May be someone tells her she talks a lot so she's super quiet around him cuz she's worried he'll get annoyed and break up with her but poor Sirius he misses his chatty girl and just angst with fluff
thank you for requesting! fem, 1.4k
James Potter means well. Honestly, you donât think he has a mean bone in his body, so you try not to take it to heart.Â
Unfortunately, your attempts to do so donât work. They really, unquestionably donât. By the time youâre outside of Siriusâ flat that afternoon, Jamesâ small comment is all you can think of.Â
âYouâre so chatty Iâm surprised you donât run out of breath,â heâd said. Not without love. Youâd bumped into him in Sainsburyâs and ended up talking for ages about one thing or another, you know him well, youâd even say you were friends, though heâs of course Siriusâ friend rather than your own. âBut Iâm the same. God, Sirius used to hate how much I talked, heâd be sick of me. I think I numbed him to it over the years.âÂ
You canât imagine it. Sirius and James are best friends. With Remus, theyâre the most in love threesome of friends youâve ever met, and itâs nice; it makes you very proud to have a boyfriend who cares for others as deeply as Sirius cares for them. Itâs like a constant demonstration of how heâs a good man.Â
But youâd never stopped to consider that they werenât always so seamless, and youâve regrettably never considered that your constant talking is something that could put him off.Â
You talk to Sirius about everything. There isnât a word to describe the excitement of having someone waiting to listen to you every single night. You could tell him every detail of a day down to what colour socks you wore and you know heâll sit there listening with his hand on the small of your back, or his fingers twined between yours. Youâve never felt so loved as to be able to just talk about everything and have him talk back.Â
But⌠what if, this whole time, heâs been wishing for a little bit of quiet?Â
What if eventually, the talking becomes too much?Â
He must be with you for a reason. You arenât holding the poor guy hostage, he acts like heâs mad for you ninety percent of the time (while the other ten percent is spent sleeping on your shoulder).Â
Like now âyou knock his door and you can hear him scrambling up from the sofa, the sound of a book dislodged or a remote hitting the rug, youâre not sure. The door yanks open and Sirius smiles at you, pulling you in through the gap with a familiar hand on your hip.Â
âHey,â Sirius says, tucking you against his side, âhey, did you get lovelier over the weekend?â He shoves the door closed and gives you a hug with one arm, pausing in the hall. âSorry I couldnât see you. I donât think we should miss another weekend.âÂ
You have a lot to tell him. Itâs been ages since you spent nearly three days apart, but Jamesâ conversation stays at the front of your mind.Â
You decide to be less overwhelming, but not less loving, curling your arm behind his head to pull his cheek down for a kiss. âI donât think so, either.âÂ
Sirius tilts his head away from you in an invitation for more kissing.Â
Youâre at home in his flat. You take off your shoes and hang up your jacket. You change into a pair of jogging bottoms with loose legs and let him hoist you onto his bed for a few stolen kisses, though he isnât propositioning you, and you end up laying across his bedspread with one of your legs in his lap as he tells you about his days without you, his thumb sliding with pressure down your calf.Â
âMostly I wished Iâd asked you to come over anyways, even if it was just to sleep together at the end of the day. Maybe next time we can do that?â he asks.Â
âOf course we can.â You smile at him indulgently. âIâd come over for twenty minutes if it was all I could get.âÂ
âOr I can come to you,â he says, âeven if itâs just twenty minutes.âÂ
He smiles, a beaming thing, and leans down slowly for a soft kiss.Â
âSo,â he asks, his breath on your lips, âhow was your weekend? Lonely?âÂ
âSo lonely,â you tease lightly, eyes fluttering closed as he continues his massaging of your leg. âBut it was okay. I missed you, really, and didnât do much else.â
âNo?â he asks.Â
Your voice takes on a shine as he squeezes your knee, âMissed your hands.â Â
âI missed your everything.â He grabs for your forearms and pulls you into a sitting position. âBut everything was okay?â he asks more seriously.Â
âEverything was fine.âÂ
He raises his eyebrows, but eventually lets them relax. âWell, okay. Good, sweetheart, Iâm glad it was okay.âÂ
He persuades you into the kitchen to sit with him as he makes dinner, refusing to let you help, and yet insisting you be there in the same room, as though youâd like to be anywhere else. Sirius makes your favourite of his usual rotation, offering you spoonfuls for tasting, gaps of silence stretching as he struggles to find new conversation. You start answering his questions but remember time and time again that Sirius could become totally sick of you. He might already be.Â
Sirius puts the food on a low heat and washes his hands. He wipes them dry, but when he takes your face, dampness lines the inside of his fingers.Â
âIâd like for you to tell me whatâs wrong,â he says gently, stroking at the line of your startled frown, âbefore it gets worse. Do you want to talk about it?âÂ
âNothingâs wrong.âÂ
âPlease donât, lovely. If Iâve done something wrong, please tell me. I want us to last forever, and we canât do that if you wonât tell me when I upset you.âÂ
âIt wasnât you,â you say instinctively, then regret it.Â
âSo someone has?â he asks, still so gentle as his hands coast down your neck like heâs sculpting you, coming to rest on the slopes leading to your shoulders. âYou can tell me anything. You donât have to keep it to yourself⌠please.âÂ
âAre you sure?âÂ
âSweetheart.â He frowns deeply. Couldnât look more upset. âOf course Iâm sure. Why wouldnât I be?âÂ
You chew it over, not wanting or willing to cause ructions between Sirius and his oldest friend. âWell, I saw James today at the shop, and⌠we were talking about youâŚâÂ
He waits. âAnd?âÂ
âAnd he told me youâ you donât like talking. That you didnât like talking, that James used to make you sick of it. So I know I talk too much and youâve never made me feel like I shouldnât, but I guess I got into my head thinking youâd get sick of me, too.âÂ
âWhen we were younger I didnât like much of anything.â He curls an arm behind your neck to hold you in place, but itâs not a dominant sort of movement, only protective as your noses inch together. âDid you ever read that poem by Bukwoski? Let It Enfold You?âÂ
âWhat?âÂ
âIâm not very good at explaining myself. I thought if you knew the poem, youâdââ He laughs near your cheek. âI hated everything. It wasnât Jamesâ fault. He did make me sick of it sometimes, but I just wanted to hide from everything.â He breathes out slowly. âIâve never wanted to hide from you. I canât get sick of you. Do you get that? I canât get sick of you. Listening to you is the best part of my day, youâre my personal chatterbox.âÂ
âChatterbox,â you repeat teasingly.Â
âYou could talk for Wales,â he says. âAnd I love it, I donât want you to stop, because Iâll never be sick of it.â
âI donât want it to be some secret resentment.â
âI donât resent you for anything. I knew exactly who you were when we met and I love it.â He takes your face again. âI love it,â he repeats.Â
You steal a little kiss against the corner of his lips. âWhat was the poem?â you ask.Â
âIâll find my book, and you can read it to me. What do you think?â He takes a slow kiss as you had in the same place, words like honey. âI miss your voice.âÂ
Heâs basically pleading. Itâs not like Sirius to plead, but you pull it out of him.Â
âCan I have my dinner first?âÂ
âThe one I made while you deprived me?â he asks. âYes, if you must.âÂ
He takes another kiss, but youâre happy to give it.Â
#sirius black#sirius black x reader#sirius black x fem!reader#sirius black x you#sirius black x y/n#sirius x reader fluff#sirius black imagine#sirius black fanfiction#sirius black fanfic#sirius black fic#marauders era#marauders#sirius black drabble#sirius black scenario#sirius black oneshot#the marauders#sirius orion black
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I know its kind of silly to say âdonât feel bad for canceling because of pain, fatigue, etcâ because I know guilt is a reflex you canât easily refrain from. But you can reason with yourself so instead Iâll say this:
Nobody can feel what youâre feeling but you. Nobody knows the severity of what you would be putting yourself through if you were to âtough it out.â
If you do âtough it out,â the purpose for you doing the thing will most likely not be fulfilled anyway. You probably will not be mentally present or engaged. You probably will not have a good time or get much out of it. Etc.
If people really have such a problem with it, thats a huge red flag. Being transparent about your needs and boundaries is a great way to weed people like that out of your life.
If you have any kind of chronic illness or disability, remember that you probably have a very warped judgement of what is âreasonableâ to endure in terms of pain, fatigue, burnout, etc.
You didnât ask for this, you donât deserve this, there is no reason you should have to bear the weight of it alone. I bet if someone else was in your position, you wouldnât mind helping accommodate for them?
Low energy days are truly sacred, take them seriously. Please respect your bodyâs signals. âIf you do not choose times to rest, your body will choose for youâ or however the saying goes
It is so much pressure to have to deliberate what sacrifices are necessary for proper self care. Give yourself extra credit for having to deal with that stress on top of whatever is putting you in that position in the first place. Thats a lot at once
You are leading by example and showing others that you would never expect them to hurt or overextend themselves for your benefit. Putting yourself first always inspires other to do the same.
Please be proud of yourself for even considering canceling and putting your needs first. That is so strong of you <3
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