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insouciantsapphic · 16 days ago

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insouciantsapphic · 2 months ago

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4.05 -> 8.15

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insouciantsapphic · 2 months ago

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dear autistics who

white

low support needs

not need 24/7 support

can work independently

can pay taxes

language privileged

intellectual & cognitive privileged

who can fit in societal definition of useful & productive (yes, even if hard)

when fight back against eugenics & ableism, you NEED to fight alongside, fight with, n fight for autistics who

radicalized & POC

from places of world where there critically lack autism knowledge n support

visibly autistic

higher support needs

need 24/7 care

can’t work independently or even work at all

can’t pay taxes

nonverbal, nonspeaking, minimally verbal, without functional communication, or cannot communicate via language at all even AAC

w intellectual disability or cognitive disabilities

who cannot fit into society definition of useful n productive, no matter how hard we try

because we always are & always will be primary target.

because we most vulnerable most marginalized within our, OUR community, which you belong in.

because once they finish us off you won’t be spared.

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insouciantsapphic · 2 months ago

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insouciantsapphic · 2 months ago

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🫡🫡🫡🫡🫡🫡🫡🫡🫡

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insouciantsapphic · 2 months ago

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'cause my heart softens to your name | 3.1k

It had been a quiet shift. Minor calls and lots of downtime. That usually meant sharks circling until they caught blood in the water. And, well, Eddie had made the mistake of asking Buck if he'd taken the laundry out of the dryer before they'd left for work that morning in full earshot of the peanut gallery. Hen had snapped her book shut with a resounding snap, Chimney perked up like a meerkat, even Bobby looked up from his chopping board. Ravi, at least, had the decency to hunker down in his seat and pretend to be texting someone.

The interrogation was instant. Dizzying. Hen and Chim lobbing questions and jokes back and forth with a terrifying efficiency.

How long has it been now? Couch killing your back, Buckaroo? Is he driving you crazy yet, Diaz? Are his socks everywhere? Do you split the bills fifty-fifty? Is Christopher sleeping okay, you know, with all the snoring?

And Eddie had watched, a frown tugging at the furrow of his brow, Buck shrink further into the couch with every question. It wasn't until Bobby asked what their long term plan was that Eddie intervened.

It's been two months. We share the bed. I missed him while I was gone, it's nice having him around all the time. His socks were everywhere long before he moved in. Yes, we go halfsies on the bills. Buck's snoring is white noise now, we struggled to sleep without it in Texas.

He'd ignored Bobby's question. Couldn't touch that one. Not in front of everyone else. Not when he hadn't plucked up the courage to talk to Buck about it at home quite yet. And he would! He was working on it. Because living with Buck was... Revolutionary. Eddie couldn't fathom why they hadn't been doing this the whole time. Because home had never felt so much like home before. And he wanted it to be permanent. Not this delicate limbo everyone seemed to think they were stuck in.

Eddie wanted to carpool to work every single day, never wanted to drive his stupid fucking vomit-smelling Honda again. He wanted to divvy up the chores every Monday. Wanted to clean the dishes whilst Buck dried every night for the rest of his life. Wanted to crawl into bed beside Buck and, well, he wanted a lot more than that. He was working on that too. He just needed a little more time.

(or: eddie knows what he wants, buck doesn't, they slow dance)

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insouciantsapphic · 3 months ago

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Coloring outside the lines || spoilers for 6x08 What's your fantasy buck/eddie, maddie/chimney (1k + jee's art) fluffiest of the fluff + a love confession because why the hell not?

The One-Eighteen (2022) by Jee-Yun Buckley-Han. Slice of life drawing by the artist and her uncle (Evan Buckley) featuring Los Angeles first-responders. Medium: Crayon

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When Chimney brings his daughter down from the loft where she’s been napping quite happily, Jee-Yun has her hands curled into little fists as she rubs at her tired eyes. Still not quite awake, she’s curled into her father’s embrace, having clearly missed him for the day, but she seems far less grizzly than she had been prior to said naptime so it clearly did her some good.

“There’s my girl!” Maddie says with no shortage of happiness, that her daughter returns at the sound of her mother’s voice. She gives her a sleepy smile as Maddie plants a kiss on top of her head, gently tickling her tummy while Buck starts collecting stray pieces of half-chewed mango and scattered cheerios from off of the breakfast bar.

“Did you miss us?” Chimney asks Jee while he and Maddie fawn over her for a moment. “‘Cause we sure missed you!” He goes on to say, before noticing the drawing of a half-finished fire-engine on the table in front of him. “Wow! Is this what you did with Uncle Buck today?”

Buck pointedly doesn’t mention the toilet paper incident, or the mini-meltdown a few hours ago, choosing instead to grin as he looks between his adorable niece and her rainbow-scribbles on the page that he’d been coloring alongside just before Maddie and Chim’s arrival.

(read more on ao3)

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insouciantsapphic · 3 months ago

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He's getting dragged out, kicking and clawing at the closet!

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insouciantsapphic · 3 months ago

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it fucking sucks being a disabled person who can't work and having to see these fuckass posts where someone's like "ahaha jobless people have no life and that's why everyone shitty online has No Job" and everyone and their mother reblogs it joyfully onto my dash for me to see. yes unemployed and unemployable people are truly without exception dogshit people with no hobbies and no redeeming qualities. you're so right. anyway if you'll excuse me i have to start my shift at the I'll Never Be Employed Because Of Permanent Disability And I Love Knowing How You Really See Me store

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insouciantsapphic · 3 months ago

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