#i say protection just cuz it is protected under the ada but like. good luck pricing that's why you got fired/didn't get hired

[hell0mega]

a lot of people reblogged that spoons poll from me with tags along the lines of "i have adhd but I'm not disabled" and i want everyone to know that adhd is in fact legally recognized as a disability in the usa. you have a disability/are disabled if you have adhd. or autism. or ocd. or depression. or anxiety. etc

these are all disorders. they disrupt our lives and make it harder to navigate the neurotypically-built society we live in just like physically disabled people existing in our able bodied-built society. they are disabling to your every day life and therefore are disabilities.

i say this because disability activism is for all disabilities no matter how invisible or "easily dealt with" because it's not a contest to see how disabled one can be. you're not disbarred from calling yourself disabled because "it could be worse" or "i deal with it well enough" or are "low needs" that doesnt make you NOT disabled!!!

don't sell yourself short and think your disability isnt "bad enough" to call it what it is. you deserve the help, recognition, and protection just like anyone else!

[zodiyack]

first of all, i really love your blog. you write so good✨🥺 i binge read ur works a lot. i wonder if i can request a shelby!sister wherein her family comes home one day and see her sleeping on the sofa, tired but all bloodied because she fought back to some drunk dudes before coming home. then they fuss around her, being protective and angry asking who did it and she just gets annoyed cuz they woke her up while she was sleeping and then her saying she dealt with it and just goes back to sleep.

Thank you, my love! That means so much to me! I’m happy you enjoy my works!

Your request is under the cut, thank you for requesting 🥺💕 Had to add some Pol luhv and I’m sorry I might’ve strayed a tinsie-bit so uh- enjoy

A Shelby Like The Rest

“What the fuck?” John is the first to walk through the door, toothpick dropping from his mouth as it falls open wide, similar to his eyes.

“What is it?” Arthur grunts behind him, gun at the ready. He too stops when he sees what his brother had seen, expression similar but only for  a second. His skin begins to turn a shade of red. “Tommy! Get in here!”

Right on cue, Tommy and Pol make it through the door. Ada following shortly, Finn soon after. Ada and Polly are the first to get any closer to you as you slowly rise from your horizontal to them- vertical to you position on the sofa, both giving silent glances at each other in agreement to inspect you carefully. You rub your eyes before squinting at the two.

“What are you doing?” Your groggy voice informs them that you’ve only just woken up from a seemingly deep slumber. “Pol? Ada? What-” Your eyes lift to your brothers, narrowing more as you scan their faces. “The fuck you lot staring at?”

Finn snickers but quiets when John nudges him harshly. The boys all stand back, allowing their sister and aunt some space to check you for injuries. When they come up empty handed, they make their ways forward at a calm pace, as if any faster would scare you. Like you were some wild steed in need of care.

It clicks in your mind as they grow closer, a rage bubbling inside of you just barely strong enough to push past your sleepiness. “I’m not a child! I’m alright!”

“What happened?” Tommy’s voice is stern and the question that leaves his mouth comes off as a demand more than the inquiry it actually is.

“Nothing!!”

“Nothing? Fucking Nothing!” He looks at your other siblings and aunt before facing you again. “If it was fucking nothing, why the fuck are you bleeding, eh?”

You snap with annoyance. “It’s not all mine!”

They all wait with anticipation yet mutter quietly in shock. “Who’s blood is it then? If it’s not all yours-”

“I don’t know. Someone’s.”

“Y/n. Who’s-”

However, it’s just his luck that you’re too tired to continue dodging his questions. In all honesty, you would do anything just to return to your comfy little spot on the cushions. “Some drunk bastards! They picked a fight with the wrong Shelby, that’s all.”

“What drunk bastards?”

“Some.”

“Y/n. Answer your brother’s question. What ‘drunk bastards’? Do you know their names?” Polly intervenes, just as upset as your brothers.

“No.” You huff, having had enough. “I don’t know their names, and no, they did not hurt me. I am fine, and I would like to go back to sleep if you’d be so kind.”

The silence is awkward but gives you time to lie back down and turn, your back facing them as you huff and readjust in the sheets. You get comfortable, sighing contently and yawning. Just on the edge of sleep, your brother decides he’d like to participate in interrogating you.

Finn shrugs. “So you’re alright then?”

“Yes! I’m alright!! I dealt with it! Can I please just go back to sleep now?!”

Your family stares at you a minute longer before nodding and walking to the other room, each bidding you goodnight as they pass. Your aunt is the last person to exit the room, the noise of her heals layering over the small cackles of the fire. Polly bends over the side of the sofa, face lit with an orange tint due to the hearth’s dancing flames in front of your makeshift bed, and kisses your forehead softly.

She rubs your head with just the right mix of roughness and tenderness, your eyes fluttering in relaxation until she pulls away. “Goodnight, Y/n.”

You return the words with another yawn. Polly is about halfway to the door before she stops and says one last thing. Her voice sounds sweet but the hint of sarcasm dripping from her tone snaps your eyes wide open and a nervous laugh leaves your lips.

“Just- don’t get blood on my sofa.”

Aka, I dunno how to end this

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