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It’s ok to be disabled and happy. Being disabled does not mean you have to constantly suffer.

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who am i if not a guy who wears the same stupid little necklace. All the time.

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Thingy

Tired. Take it or leave it, it's been rotting in my drafts for a while now.

“Hmm.” Reynie said to himself. “This is probably not good.”

He was standing in the dining room, looking at a glass of what was now very obviously not water. It was clear and about the same consistency of water, but it tasted ever so slightly… off.

He knew enough from living in a house of scientists that he should not be drinking unidentified liquids, but in his defence this one was currently being housed in a regular drinking glass that had been sitting on the table right next to an actual cup of water.

Sticky came racing into the room, holding an erlenmeyer flask. His face fell when he saw Reynie standing there, examining the glass of not-water.

“Oh no. Reynie, you didn’t drink that, did you?” Sticky looked apprehensive, but Reynie took it as “concerned about potential reactions” apprehensive, and not “you just drank something toxic” apprehensive. 

“Yes,” He said slowly, “A little. I recognised pretty quick it wasn’t my water. Should I be worried?”

Sticky looked mildly horrified, then slumped into a chair. “No, no. That is, it’s not harmful. But you might want to stay away from Constance for the remainder of the afternoon.”

“And why would that be?” Reynie carefully set the cup on the table in front of Sticky and sat down next to him. His friend quickly grabbed the glass and poured it into his flask, capping it.

“It’s a truth serum,” He sighed, “I was testing out a potential formula that might be similar enough to the compound Curtain has, to see if I could then make some kind of antidote. But I had run out of flasks so I put it into a regular cup until I could come back with this one. I’m so sorry, Reynie.”

Reynie thought about this. “So I’ll have to answer any question truthfully for the next… several hours?”

Sticky nodded ruefully. “It shouldn’t be for too long; this is a much weaker formula than Curtain’s. But, yes, definitely an hour or two. A mouthful is about twelve or so millilitres, which converts to around two hundred and forty drops, or about four hours. But, like I said, this is not as potent as that compound.”

He sighed again. “I really am so sorry, Reynie. I knew I shouldn’t have left it just sitting there like that, but I thought I would have enough time to run and get a flask before anyone came in. This is all my fault.” He put his face in his hands.

Reynie patted his friend’s back. “It’s alright, Sticky. These things happen sometimes. I’m not mad.”

Sticky peeked at him from between his fingers. “Are you sure?”

Reynie gave him a deadpan stare.

“Oh, right. Truth serum.” Sticky remembered sheepishly.

The next forty-five minutes passed smoothly, with Sticky tentatively engaging Reynie in careful conversation, but that became a lost cause as soon as the girls returned from their trip to the park.

“Hello, boys!” Kate crowed, bouncing into the room. “How was your afternoon?”

Sticky looked fearfully at Reynie, who simply answered, “Interesting. How was the park?”

Constance stomped in after Kate, taking great delight in shedding her raincoat with the most drama she could muster. “It was great! There were rain puddles everywhere, and I even managed to get Kate wet.” She smiled, seeming very self-satisfied.

Kate rolled her eyes, but she grinned anyway. “Mr. Benedict wants us to do another memory challenge with Connie here, like that one we did before. You know, where we think of embarrassing memories or secrets and Constance has to try and pick them out? There’s hot chocolate in it once we’re done.”

Sticky looked mortified, but Reynie just smiled quietly. He had been preparing for an occasion such as this for a while, and had a collection of memories that, while certainly not pleasant, wouldn’t be too hard to discuss with his friends.

Constance saw his smile and narrowed her eyes. “What are you smiling about, Reynie Muldoon? Should we start with you first?”

Reynie shrugged. “Sure, why not?”

He waited for Constance to get herself settled at one of the dining room chairs, then folded his hands and looked at her, waiting.

It wasn’t too intrusive when Constance was sorting through his thoughts, especially since she’d been getting better at it. He was focussing on a memory of one time he had spelled a word wrong out loud when he had been called on, but it was still difficult to keep his mind locked onto the memory when he felt Constance moving around in there.

Eventually, she found the image and her face screwed up in concentration. 

“You… You’re in class, and I can see writing on the board. You’re… You’re… You’re spelling something!” She called excitedly.

Reynie opened his eyes, smiling at her and letting his thoughts wend free.

But Constance didn’t relax. Her eyes remained shut, and her expression darkened.

“There’s… There’s something else…” She scrunched her eyebrows together. “You got it wrong. You got it wrong, and the teacher… The teacher made fun of you!” Her eyes popped open and she looked at Reynie accusingly. “You got in trouble, and the teacher hit you with a ruler!”

Reynie winced. “Constance, it’s not a big deal.” He muttered, embarrassed that she was continuing to dredge up parts of the memory.

“Reynie,” Kate said, aghast, “That’s not a good thing.”

Reynie looked at her, puzzled. “I know it’s not a <em>good</em> thing, Kate,” He emphasised, “But it wasn’t that bad.” He turned towards the others uncertainly. 

Sticky pushed his glasses up, considering. “Well, corporal punishment is generally frowned upon, but there is no federal law making it illegal nationwide. In some states it is outlawed, but in others it’s still completely allowed.” He looked unhappy as he said this, glancing sideways at Reynie.

“It hurt.” Reynie said simply. Then he gasped, covering his mouth with a hand and shaking his head violently. 

“<em>What?</em>” Kate was on her feet like lightning, looking furious and agitated. “Reynie, you never say when something hurt you. How bad was this that you’re willing to admit it?”

“I– Uh,” Reynie looked panicked, waving a hand frantically at Sticky.

After a few seconds, it dawned on the other boy what he wanted. “Reynie accidentally drank a truth serum I’m working on!” He blurted out. “He wasn’t supposed to, but I left it out and he drank it and now he’s got to tell the truth for the next… couple of… hours?” He finished sheepishly.

Kate opened her mouth, flabbergasted. “First of all.” She said, whirling on Sticky, who cringed away at the ferocity of her voice. “How do you just <em>accidentally leave truth serum lying around?</em> And, secondly,” She continued, turning back to Reynie, “Why does it take a <em>truth serum</em> for you to be honest with us? We’re your friends, I thought you trusted us.” She sounded hurt.

“I do!” Reynie hastened to say. “I do trust you. I just… I don’t want to talk about the things that have gone badly in the past. I don’t want to have to bring it up, especially not around you guys.”

“But why?” Constance interjected, crossing her arms and tilting her head at him. “You say you trust us, but then you don’t want to tell us things?”

“I want to tell you!” Reynie’s eyes glistened with frustrated tears. “I always want to tell you guys everything. But this stuff, it’s not fun. I don’t want you to be sad or have to think about it. It’s my burden to carry, not yours.”

That took all the air out of Kate. She sat down, looking confused. “Reynie,” She said softly. “Why wouldn’t we want to know?”

Reynie stared at her, utterly bemused.

“I think,” Sticky began cautiously, “What Kate is trying to say is ‘Why should it only be your burden to carry?’ We care about you, and we want to know all the things you’re willing to tell us. Even the bad stuff.”

“Especially the bad stuff.” Constance piped up.

“Okay,” Sighed Reynie. “If you really want to know…”

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everyone in season one of Wolf 359 is ADHD but all of them have it in extremely opposing directions

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Feather Winged Whumpee Ideas

Redo of old post of mine

Whumpee's wings being sore from excessive use

Being far too exhausted or sick to lift themselves off of the ground. They seemingly have no strength left to fly

Plucking whumpee's feathers

Something goes wrong mid-flight with whumpee, and they plummet to the ground

Caretaker carefully combing their hands their whumpee's feathers, messaging and preening their wings for them, as they have no other winged people around to help them

Whumpee being weighed down, or similar to prevent them from flying away after being taken captive

Clipping whumpee's wings

Whumpee's wings being pulled on or forcefully extended, in order to see or present the feathers better

Getting caught in a thunder storm, and being struck by lighting

Forced to land on hostile ground due to extreme weather

Caretaker massaging whumpee's back where the wings connect

A whumpee breaking one of their wings, after hitting it against something in flight

Getting caught in a net or line they couldn't see while flying. Whumpee panicked, and made it worse, getting their wings horrible entangled alongside themself

Bird cage

Whumpee's wings being forcibly closed

Getting shot while flying

Whumpee landing on a high surface, winded from desperate flight and promptly collapsing via exhaustion

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everyone, meet ✨Frankie✨

Frankie’s hobbies include rearranging all the rocks at the bottom of his tank, popping the air bubbles from the filter, and going to the top every five minutes to see if he has been gifted another treat (he’s a hungry boi)

here he is, working hard

he was also scared of the dark at first - refused go under his lil rock but he has since worked up the courage and loves the rock, making sure it’s clean and without air bubbles and that the rocks under there are just as perfect as everything else

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MISSION: Be Normal About That Thing

STATUS: [FAILED]

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MY FAVORITE FIC OF SOPHIE'S IS GETTING HYPED UP AGAIN OH HECK YEAH EVERYONE READ THIS!

@sophieswundergarten GUESS WHAT I can’t find a link for your fic so I’m making one EVERYONE GO READ THIS

Fandoms: The Mysterious Benedict Society - Trenton Lee Stewart, The Mysterious Benedict Society (TV)

Relationships: Constance Contraire & Sticky Washington, Nicholas Benedict & Sticky Washington, Reynie Muldoon & Sticky Washington, Sticky Washington & Kate Wetherall, Constance Contraire & Reynie Muldoon & Sticky Washington & Kate Wetherall, Nicholas Benedict & Constance Contraire

Characters: Sticky Washington, Kate Wetherall, Reynie Muldoon, Constance Contraire, Nicholas Benedict

Additional Tags: Anxiety, this is a little dark, In terms of mental health stuff, Intrusive Thoughts, Obsessive-Compulsive Disorder, Hurt/Comfort, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Angst and Hurt/Comfort, IT GETS REAL BAD AND THEN IT'S BETTER, Set somewhere around Riddle of Ages, BUT THAT'S JUST FOR TIMEFRAME REFERENCE, DON'T WORRY MOTH NO SPOILERS, Just me dumping all of my emotional problems on fictional children again, I am SO mentally stable /s, But really a lot of the stuff I've read reminds me of Sticky, And I very much wanted to write more of Sticky and Constance being siblings, So there's a healthy dose of that in there, I hope this is worth a read to someone

Summary:

He blinked awake. It’s only a matter of time before they leave you. Either by choice or by force, they’re going to leave you

Okay. Well, that was less than ideal for his first thought of the morning.

Please read the Author's Note real quick!

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Reblog if you think fanfiction is a legitimate form of creative writing.

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Hey, don't cry. A single thread in a tapestry, though its color brightly shines, can never see its purpose in the pattern of the grand design, ok?

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Jongsook Kim: Utopia 10 (2012) mixed media on canvas, made with Swarovski's cut crystals

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There's 5 things a Christian loves to see in a story: unconditional love, self-sacrifice, and of course, the 3 r's, redemption, reconciliation, and resurrection.

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dating simulator where it starts normal but it slowly becomes clear that all of the romanceable characters are attempting to cover up an extremely specific murder they committed a year ago before you arrived

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my utopia has disability in it. my utopia includes free healthcare and no-questions welfare and state-funded carers. my utopia includes building requirements that centre disabled bodies — ramps and lifts and dimmer switches and braille signs. my utopia has disability in it. because without disability, it’s not much of a utopia at all

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who’s gonna tell tumblr that executive dysfunction is more than Not Doing Things?

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When I was younger and researching the autism diagnosis criteria and symptoms, I thought “oh I couldn’t POSSIBLY be autistic.” Because when I read “takes everything literally” I thought it literally meant EVERYTHING and I was like “I don’t take EVERYTHING literally, just most things!” And I just realized the other day that it didn’t actually mean EVERYTHING and that was an overstatement.