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hi im your cat do you mind if i touch your coffee. do you mind if i put my whole foot in your coffee

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Boston Post, Massachusetts, August 7, 1920

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I'm so glad I live in a world where there's Archive of Our Own

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sex isn’t real they made that up to sell rock n roll records

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If you see this on your dashboard, reblog this, NO MATTER WHAT and all your dreams and wishes will come true.

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she’s a 10 but she knows 20 years of band lore

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oh🫢

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One thing I rarely see in injury and chronic pain fics is the grief that comes with missing out on stuff you love because you can no longer do them without hurting yourself. Writers who have been disabled their whole lives (or at least a long time) tend to forget that not all disabled people are used to being disabled. For able-bodied characters, especially athletic ones like vigilantes, a serious injury could mean a jarring change that includes giving up the things that mean the most to them.

I was physically fine until I was 18. Back then, my sense of self was entwined with interests that required a lot of movement and dexterity. I started doing MMA in middle school for self-defense. I loved parkour and even had a few hundred subscribers on my old YouTube channel. I learned to shoot and was gifted my first gun when I was 16. I took up multiple instruments. You get the idea.

My motorcycle accident fucked up the joints on my left side—my knee and shoulder especially, but also wrist to an extent. When it first happened, I thought I'd be on crutches for a bit but things would eventually get back to normal. The pain didn't go away even after I got rid of the crutches but I figured it was just residual and I should do what I'd been doing before. It's why I turned to substances—to block the pain and do what I love, but that's another topic. I didn't recognize my injury as a disabling thing until the end of the pandemic, when I put my parkour channel on an indefinite hiatus because it was seriously wearing my body down. It might sound silly to you but I was devastated. It's like if Spider-Man wasn't allowed to swing from buildings. It took me a long time to make peace with losing that part of me.

Another piece of that grief is even when you can do stuff, it's not the same because you have to exclude certain aspects of it for your own health. It's like the Robin that died and came back wrong. I can't use certain gym equipment and I have to tell my sparring partners what to avoid. I don't go to the shooting range much now because I can't extend my arm and hold a rifle for the amount of time it takes to aim without it starting to hurt. I'm a drummer, but I need breaks throughout the setlist and I can't do anything too fast or complex with the pedals, which means I can't play some of my favorite songs and my band is limited in what we write and perform. I can't take my motorcycle on road trips without frequent rest stops. Making accommodations helps physically, but emotionally, they're not always easy to accept because that means accepting the pain as a long-term disability rather than a temporary setback.

This got super long because I think it's unexplored in fics so some tips for creators:

First, learn how the body works and how stupidly fast and easy it is to get hurt. Mine was on a residential road because I didn't pay attention for 0.2 seconds

Learn the difference between internalized ableism and being upset over becoming disabled. I think a lot of writers skip over the feelings someone would naturally experience because it can be construed as ableism. Let them be in denial, sad, angry, etc. upon finding out because acceptance almost never happens right away. That's different from being a dick to themselves or others based on disability

Also, not everyone uses the same labels or has the same vocabulary to describe themselves. Different characters will have different ways of describing depending on their personality, level of knowledge, where they come from, and their relationship with their disability. I still don't really call myself disabled since I don't have it as bad as others so I tell people what happened instead (anyone who says "differently abled" will receive a different ability from me in the Denny's parking lot)

Think about how they cope with their new disability. Do they realize it's a disability right away? Do they talk to someone? Search desperately for a cure? Numb the pain? Turn to alternative methods? Do they worry about something else first, like money? Do they develop something else because of it, like a mental illness? Again, coping poorly is not ableism

What stays the same and what changes? I think about the difference between Forrest Gump and Lieutenant Dan after they were both wounded in battle

If they have a passion they can no longer pursue, it doesn't make much sense for them drop it so readily. Maybe they find a way to continue with accommodations (a good place to get creative!). Maybe they try and push through anyway. If they do ultimately resign, include the thought process and internal conflict behind it

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welcome to the crab, shadow.

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Omg hiii hello

I need and crave and yearn for phantom and mountain, like ihhhh little shit phantom and soft dom mountain who basically gentle parents him into behaving??? Do we see my vision yes or no

Thank you for ur time my slay

ohmygod OK SO. Fuck this has so much potential to be just delicious. The way Aeon would just continue to lash out, to poke and prode and provoke. And how Mountain would just take him aside. Pull him into a alcove where no one else can hear. He'll put a hand on Aeon's shoulder, gentle but firm. He will look at Aeon until Aeon's roving gaze finally lands on Mountain's and stays there. When Mountain speaks, the words are quiet and clear, eyes never leaving Aeon's as he tells him, in no uncertain terms, that he needs to use his words or he isn't going to get what he wants. "I can't give you what you want if you don't tell me, sweetheart," Mountain rumbles. And Aeon beings to weaken under his gaze. Goes quiet and still. "And I'm not going to give you what you want if you keep acting like this." A whisper, leaned in, breath warm against the side of Aeon's face. "Ask me for it." A demand. And Aeon could keep fighting--thinks about it--just to have more of this. More of quiet, gentle, Mountain who still leaves no room for argument. Whose demands are firm but not harsh. Aeon shivers at the brush of breath over his cheek. And he pulls back, just a little only to have Mountain's grip tighten and keep him there. "I'll take care of you, baby. But you have to tell me what I need to take care of." "I--" And when Aeon goes quiet, words dying on his tongue because he isn't sure how to ask for it, Mountain pulls back. Not disappointed--but thoughtful. Head cocked. He nods softly. "It's ok. You can tell me when you're ready--but you can't just act out and get what you want. I need you to say it, calmly. I'll give you anything you want--but not if you keep trying to get it like this, understood?" And Aeon nods, mute, trying to figure out how to force the words from his mouth. He'll figure it out soon--when the want gets to be too much. When he feels the urge to act out--to brat--to be a little shit, he'll stop himself. He'll think of Mountain's words--the demand--the knowledge that he will not get any of it if he doesn't do what Mountain wants. And then he'll blurt it out--every single thing he wants Mountain do to him in one frenzied rush like he's afraid the words will burn him on the way out. And Mountain will smile. He'll lace his fingers with Aeon's and pull him away. And then he will give Aeon every. single. thing. he asked for.

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this messed up vintage cat sewing pattern has tormented me since i saw it & like some other folks have done in that post - i tried my hand at tweaking the pattern to resemble the illustration (and my personal tastes) a little more. i've ended up with this, which i have only tested at a small scale and not this final version exactly (where i have done such things as further widening the cheeks and finalizing the leg shapes.) i bestow it upon you nice folks now 👐

go forth and make weird little beanbag kittens! pls show me if you do!

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this fucking picture i accidentally took

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They are on a date