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mr. farouk:

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YOUR DAILY REMINDER: DO NOT TOUCH A DISABLED PERSON'S MOBILITY AIDS.

if you randomly push a disabled person's wheelchair. you are taking part of their autonomy.

if you knock away a disabled person's crutches. you are taking part of their autonomy.

if you grab a disabled person's cane. you are taking part of their autonomy.

if you move a disabled person's rollator/walker. you are taking part of their autonomy. I don't think people understand that our mobility aids are an extension of our bodies. You wouldn't kick an abled person in the shins or grab their arms and twist them just to see how they would react, or see if they'd be able to get around and function. You treat us like a joke. Our mobility aids aren't toys that you can play with and fidget with and god forbid potentially break. They're part of us. You have no right to touch them. If you take my fucking cane away from me, I can't walk properly.

If you touch my fucking mobility aid, you take away part of my autonomy.

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How dare they give us this precious Fred only to immediately take him away.

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Gwendolyn Bouchard concepts. I've been absolutely captivated by her put-together wet-cat-of-a-woman hypercompetence and blunt attitude. I want to wring her out like a dish towel. Putting her in a jar as we speak, on a shelf in my collection labeled "girlboss girlfailures" along with Shiv Roy Succession and Tabitha Scarlet Hollow. I need to see her covered in blood, or getting a hug, or both. Someone give her a lead pipe and see what she does with it. Her playlist absolutely fascinates and confounds me. I need to know every detail of her childhood and/or familial trauma. Her ass is NOT making it out of this narrative alive-

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#whoops

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Another AO3 thing I’m curious about, how do yall decide if something is good enough to read? Usually I follow a rule of 1 kudos for every 10 hits. One because it’s easy math and two it’s yet to fail me. Thoughts? Do you just go for it and pray it’s good?

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I guess I’ll kick off this @coldflashevents with the first fic I’ve managed to finish in six months! The prompt for Day 1 was “I thought I lost you.”

Summary:

If there’s one place he can be sure won’t go changing on him, Len thinks, at least he has Saints & Sinners.

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Spouse: Sunday afternoon movie? How about The Banshees of Inisherin?

Me: Oh yeah, that’s the one set in the west of Ireland. And it’s a comedy, right?

Spouse: …both these things are technically true

Me: What are you not telling me

Spouse: Okay so there’s a bit of violence. But nothing you can’t handle.

Me: Well, as long as no one cuts off anyone’s hands, haha

Spouse: …

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From a clip from the new quiz show Rob Beckett's Smart TV from the episode containing David Tennant :D (Thursday 18.4. 9pm on Sky Max) Watch the clip here :).

Rob Beckett, reading a question: David, Peter Davison's Fifth Doctor famously wore-

Josh Widdicombe: It's his fucking father-in-law!

David, laughing: Imagine if I get it wrong!

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I just saw this and I’m cackling:

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Next week I’m travelling on a plane without my partner for the first time in over a decade.

You should see the quantity of international air travel legislation for disabled people that is currently sitting in my email inbox. The spouse just keeps sending me things, while yelling stuff like “and this one is about how you’re entitled to take your wheelchair to the door of the aircraft!” from the next room…

Did I mention the spouse has degrees in (and sort of works in) human rights and equality law? They’re in heaven rn

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I want a TMA AU where the fear powers still exist, but the Magnus Institute isn't sinister in any way. Or it's at least just really transparent. Like I want someone to get hired at the Institute, and when being shown around, be told about each power and how they work. Each power has its own research specialty, so you get to choose which one you will be researching. When the staff make friends, they're like "sooo... why'd you choose your specialty?" and 70% of the time, no one wants to say why. Tim's a researcher specializing in the Stranger. Jon's specializing in the Web and quickly realizing he hates it here. Etc. Etc.

It'd have workplace comedy vibes but everyone knows a little too much

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FIREFLY (2002) || 1.06 “Our Mrs. Reynolds”

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Paraglider and black vulture chilling

(via)

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Fragment Friday (technically Fragment Saturday oops)

Tagged by @sophiainspace :D thank you for the tag

inspired by the other day's ramblings about Len giving Barry a hard time over the conspicuousness of wearing a bright red suit on missions, Len takes matters into his own hands and rectifies the situation with a little good old-fashioned camouflage.

maybe a part of dndb eventually, no idea where it would fit in the chronology though. usual disclaimer: unedited, ramble draft, badly needs a line edit, etc. etc.

Something hooked his foot and Barry tripped, lightning crackling as he fell and landed in the mud with a splat. Cold, wet mud squelched beneath him; he could feel the clamminess of it seeping through the suit. Furiously, he rolled onto his back. Snart was standing over him, one foot still sticking lazily out from where he’d tripped him.

“Oops,” he said. “You did that on purpose!” “Would I ever?” Snart drawled.

He planted his foot in the centre of Barry’s chest and pushed him back down into the dirt. Barry’s jaw dropped. “You—” But Snart put a gloved finger to his lips. Barry’s mouth opened in outrage, ready to give him another mouthful—but then he heard voices in the distance, the rustle of bushes and a snap of twigs. The sound of several people walking through the foods, not the least bit concerned about being overheard. Barry subsided and lay motionless, his heart hammering. Above him, Snart was still as a statue, with the dappled shadows of the leaves playing over his face, his eyes shining in the moonlight. The pressure of his foot was firm, not enough to restrict Barry's breathing, but enough to make him a little more aware of it. He swallowed.

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Chapter 11: I Just Want You To Know Who I Am

Leonard Snart/Iris West

Chapter summary:

"You always have a choice, Iris. In countless universes, there are always possibilities."

Penultimate chapter.

Chapter snippet:

All the questions have fled from Iris’s head. All she can feel is warmth and kindness, radiating from this… being. Something like fond regard. Or—

—Love?

It reminds her, in a sudden burst of memory that makes her want to laugh again, of Leonard Snart. A possessive kind of love, that has never once made Iris feel owned. The kind of love that, when she hears You’re mine, makes her want to be just that. 

The kind of love that sets her free to be herself.