I don’t know why I started guessing these but I love it :D I am happy you guys are comfortable sharing that. Thank you for feeling comfortable sharing that with me :) I am glad I am someone you can come to. I am heading to bed and this made me incredibly happy :D
I really do think Harry would like you. You notice the smallest things about him and you talk about him with so much love and happiness. And I'm 500% sure that he wants a thicc girl. I love you and your blog and i hope you're having a great time wherever you are. All the love <3
Okay I got this and I legitimately started to cry. Tears in my eyes. I can’t believe this ask. I want to keep it forever. Whoever you are, you just made my entire day. Thank you. I appreciate you. Thank you. ❤
(note: I’m not gonna talk about Trump mocking Serge Kovaleski primarily b/c Kovaleski does not ID as disabled and does not want to be used as a political talking point. Which is fair. yes, it was awful. no, you don’t get brownie points for agreeing with me that it was awful. Disabled people have evolved to have thick skin, and a politician mocking us is not new or unsurprising. this list will deal with policy and specific issues facing the broader disability, autistic, d/Deaf//HoH, and neurodivergent communities.)
(other note: I generally use adjective-first language but I probably also used person-first language in here somewhere. I personally prefer to use the former for myself but I respect that other people in this community use different language.)
-the federal site for IDEA has been taken down
-all mentions of disability rights have been deleted from the website
-betsy devos had no idea what the Individuals With Disabilities Education Act was when asked and stated that standards for accommodations in education should be left up to the state (this is a TERRIBLE idea)
-if Obamacare is repealed, we have the most to lose. Most of us will not be able to afford medical expertise or treatment to maintain a basic quality of life. Some of us will die.
-he called one of his books Crippled America. Unironically. Ugh.
-the january 2017 unemployment rate for nondisabled civilians was 4.9. For disabled civilians, it was 11.0. These numbers do not reflect the number of disabled individuals who work inadequate part time jobs, who are institutionalized, or have given up looking for work.
-the US still has not signed the UN documents about the rights of People with Disabilities.
-Justices like Justice Kennedy have historically been swing votes on cases involving disabilities. Justices like Scalia have not. Potential Supreme Court Justice Gorsuch has a very ugly disability rights record, which includes defending a college that fired a professor undergoing chemo when she requested to give her lectures over skype (there was a flu going around on campus and being there would put the staff member in danger due to her suppressed immune system)
-By the time he was elected, Donald Trump had already dealt with at least eight lawsuits concerning lack of basic accessibility (ramps, braille) on his properties
-the Supreme Court case legalizing the sterilization of potentially disabled people without their consent (Buck v. Bell) has never been overturned and has been cited as a legal precedence in a lower court as recently as 2001.
-the Judge Rotenburg Center is still using painful electric shocks on disabled students as punishment, despite the FDA advising them to stop more than two years ago.
-similarly, many disabled people are not paid federal minimum wage b/c section 14c of the “Fair Labor Standards Act” is still on the books and so hundreds of thousands of disabled peoples’ wages are “proportional” to their productivity (compared to an abled worker). Goodwill is one of the most famous companies that exploits this loophole.
-the already gutted SSDI program is even more at risk-Trump has spoken about emulating the British reforms for their disability program. Off the top of my head, I can think of nine or ten different people who died as a result of the recent “fit to work” assessments and bedroom requirements in the UK.
-disabled people depend on the Department of Justice’s civil rights division to enforce the ADA and protect us from blatant discrimination. Trump has already proven that he does not care about the funding or effectiveness of the department, and is willing to destabilize it to forward his political goals.
-Donald Trump is anti-vax and is complacent to that movement’s violent and intolerable rhetoric surrounding autistic and other neurodivergent individuals
-Sessions called disabled children protected by federal laws (like IDEA) “the single most irritating problem for teachers throughout America today”. In this same statement, he stated that he did not “remember hearing of gun shootings prior to 1975 when Congress began telling ten percent of our students [they] are not responsible” (the IDEA was passed in 1975, improving the way disabled children were treated at public schools)
-the new administration’s refusal to address fatal police brutality is also an issue of disability rights, given that around half of victims shot by police officers are disabled or neurodivergent. (like eric garner, who had asthma)
In case this list didn’t clue you in: the disabled community is scared. We don’t know what to expect from the next four years, we still haven’t come close to equality, and we are usually left to fight our battles alone. That’s why I’m asking whoever reads this to stand with the disability community against ableism and against policies that will kill us. People have done a great job in the past few weeks of expressing solidarity with muslims, immigrants, refugees, latinx people, LGBT people, and black people. And, honestly, that’s great. Thank you and please keep doing it. But also be aware that disabled people are one of the most vulnerable demographics right now, and be aware that we’re also one of the most ignored. We are made invisible by the media and by society too easily. Please, you have to see us and you have to stand with us.
Looking back on history, it’s impossible not to notice that people with disabilities don’t fare well in authoritarian regimes. Please help us make this time different.
Before anyone tries to jump down my throat about being a stupid SJW who only cares about the race angle, I would first like to point out that I enjoyed the hell out of Daredevil, another Marvel Netflix show starring a white man practicing Asian martial arts. It’s all in the execution, guys. And the execution here is garbage.
Let’s start with the martial arts. For the love of fuck, if you just HAVE to get a generic white man to play the lead, the least you could do was get one who was good at traditional martial arts. There are a lot of them. Charlie Cox, one Netflix recommendation over, pulls off some of the best fight scenes I have ever seen in a TV show (also, the man can act, so that helps too). Last month, I watched a red-belt student of mine in a local production of Macbeth. At twelve, that kid has more talent (in the acting and martial arts departments) than this Finn Jones tool.
Jessica Henwick’s form is nothing to write home about but at least she’s better than Jones. And both our action heroes would benefit greatly from some less shitty fight choreography and editing. (Guys, just adding loud ‘swoosh’ sound effects isn’t going to trick me into thinking the sword is swinging faster. I can see it).
To add insult to injury, the show condescendingly tries to make me believe that this pasty-ass piece of mediocrity is a better martial artist than Colleen Wing?? Just has him casually trounce her in her own dojo. With those wibbly-wobbly stances, son? I don’t think so. This is not real life, nor is it good fiction. This is some flabby-ass white guy’s jerk-off fantasy of being super awesome and showing up the hot Asian chick without any understanding martial arts whatsoever.
The acting in this show ranges from serviceable to painfully inept (lookin’ at you Meachum Jr. or whatever the fuck your name is, I’ll have forgotten your whole existence by tomorrow for all the impression you leave). Even the competent performances in this show only serve to remind me of more interesting characters from Netflix’s other Marvel shows. For example, Jessica Stroup’s acting is similar to Deborah Ann Woll’s performance as Karen Page, only serving to remind me that Karen Page alone is a more interesting character with more compelling scenes than half the cast of Iron Fist put together.
I will say that Colleen Wing is quite appealing and I applaud Henwick for making her both tough and charming, not an easy line to walk. If I wanted to be mean, I could point out that she is essentially just a Claire Temple 2.0 in terms of her temperament and her role as shelter and support to the Main White Guy at the point of her introduction. But I don’t actually want to pick on Colleen. She’s cute and I like her.
Now, back to being mean: STOP trying to make white characters look cool by having them speak Chinese (or any language they can’t speak for that matter, though I feel Mandarin generally gets a special kind of mangling for the crime of being a tonal language). It doesn’t sound cool. I hate to have to be the one to tell you this, guys. It makes you sound like a fucking idiot. Okay, sure, maybe you succeeded in making your white English-speaking audience think, ‘yeah, that’s really cool, he must be super smart and badass, I want to be like that.’ But White people, I am telling you this for your own good: you don’t want to be like that. Because as cool as that butchered-ass Mandarin may sound to you, it’s like a band-saw to my eardrums. It brings everything to a cringing, teeth-grinding halt in the middle of what might otherwise be a perfectly good scene. Remember when Wilson Fisk had a conversation with Madame Gao in ‘Mandarin’? That was the worst part of Netflix’s Daredevil. Worse, it made me embarrassed for an actor I greatly admire. So, to whoever decided it was a great idea to have Wilson Fisk show off his Mandarin, thanks dickhead. You wrecked an entire scene for my favorite Marvel villain.
Oh yeah, and if any of you want to try to tell me I don’t know what I’m talking about, fucking come at me bro. I have a black belt and 10+ years of training in traditional martial arts. I am a Chinese-American woman, proficient in Japanese and Mandarin, and I double majored in East Asian History and Buddhist studies.
Oh, did I mention that our protagonist keeps condescendingly spouting mystical pseudo-Buddhist bullshit to everyone he meets? And then throws temper tantrums when they (shock!) don’t take him seriously? God, I hate this show.
If I want to see better acting, I can go see a middle school play. If I want to see better fighting, I can go to the dojo and watch my seven-year-old green belts spar. If I want to hear Buddhist philosophy mangled by self-impressed white people, I can go to the yoga studio next door.
Request: If requests are open, can you write a fic where Lin gets too used to stealing y/n’s chapstick and then he accidentally uses it when it happens to have a color tint to it. I’m sorry if that was confusing! But I hope that made sense and that your day goes wonderfully!
Word Count: 1585ish
Author’s Note: Sorry this request took so long! I hope whoever the anon was who submitted it enjoys it! Thanks to @secretschuylersister, she’s the best and helped me a lot with this one. #bestofwivesandbestofwomen Also, this video is important. And as always, let me know if you see any mistakes.
You were sandwiched between Betty and the wall in a booth at Pop’s. You frowned across the table at Jughead, who had a similarly unamused look upon his face. You were trying to be civil with him, but he kept insisting upon glaring at you instead of just leaving you alone.
It was Betty’s birthday and she had invited you, Veronica, Archie, and Jughead to have dinner at Pop’s before her party. Betty was one of your best friends, so of course you said yes, but the meal turned sour when you ended up stuck across from Jughead. Betty and Veronica were chatting away, with Archie chiming in from time to time. You were trying to focus on your food.
Pop walked over to the booth carrying a large strawberry milkshake with extra whipped cream on top. He placed it in front of Betty before stating with a jolly laugh, “On the house, Betty. Happy Birthday!” Everyone at the table, including Pop, burst into the Happy Birthday song. You joined in, glad to be celebrating Betty instead of focusing on Jughead.
“Would any of you kids like a milkshake?” Pop asked after the song was over. Archie and Veronica both ordered before Pop turned to you.
“I’d like a chocolate milkshake.” You said politely.
“I’ll take a chocolate milkshake as well.” Jughead said.
“Coming right up kids.” Pop smiled before walking to the back.
A few minutes later, Pop came back carrying three milkshakes. He was scowling. “I’m sorry kids, we only had enough chocolate ice cream left for one milkshake.” He placed it in the middle of the table between you and Jughead.
“That’s okay, Pop. We’ll figure it out.” You said politely. As soon as he was gone, your eyes shot towards Jughead. He had already grabbed the milkshake.
“That’s my milkshake.” You said, unamused.
“I got to it first.” He shrugged, dipping his straw into the drink.
“And I ordered first, so it’s my milkshake.”
“That’s too bad.” He said mockingly, before taking a sip. You really wished you had laser vision.
“Jughead, don’t be childish. Share it.” Betty told him. That was Betty, always trying to remedy the situation between you and Jughead.
He rolled his eyes, before sliding it across the table. You smirked at him before scooping out some ice cream. “You know what? I don’t want it anymore.” He said dryly.
You looked at him incredulously. Was he really that childish? “Whatever, more for me.”
AT THE PARTY
Thank god you were at a party. They really weren’t Jughead’s scene, so you never had to see him. You were enjoying yourself, talking and laughing with Veronica and Archie.
By 9 pm, a raging game of spin the bottle truth or dare was in full swing. Someone would spin the bottle and whoever it landed on would be asked to pick truth or dare. It was Veronica’s turn to spin.
As the bottle spun around, you couldn’t help but hope it wouldn’t land on you. You didn’t want to do anything wild and become the girl who made out with some loser or something. Unfortunately, the bottle slowed and stopped just as it pointed to you.
You sighed. You had to pick dare. Everyone else had chosen it and you didn’t want to be the only one who chickened out. “What kind of dare you got for me, Ronnie?”
She sat there for a few seconds, thinking. Archie leaned over and whispered something in her ear and her eyes lit up. “That’s good!” She turned to you. “I dare you to experience seven minutes in heaven with…” She looked around the room, before her eyes landed on the last person you ever wanted to be locked in a closet with. “Jughead.”
He was leaning against the wall in the corner of the room, watching the game silently. When you glanced over at him, he was scowling. And so were you. “Really, Ronnie? Of all the people…” you were irritated. Why did they have to do this to you?
“You have to, [Y/N].” She stood up, grabbing your hand and pulling you up with her. She led you to the closet, before opening the door and gesturing for you to enter. You looked over at Betty, hoping she would stop this, but she only mouthed ‘sorry.’ You rolled your eyes, but entered the small room.
“No way.” Jughead didn’t move from his spot in the corner.
“Archie, a little help?” Veronica asked.
Archie jumped up, and walked over to Jughead. He was much stronger than Jughead, so it was easy for him to push Jughead towards the closet. With a final shove, Jughead fell into the closet. Unfortunately, he fell on top of you just after Veronica slammed the door shut.
He knocked you over, and you knocked over a couple of board games that were on the shelves behind you.
“Keep It down you two!” Someone yelled from outside, causing everyone else to laugh.
You rolled your eyes. This was so mature.
Jughead quickly found his footing and took a step towards the corner of the closet, not bothering to help you up.
“Thanks for the help.” You said sarcastically, getting up and picking up the board games that had fallen.
“Thanks for getting us into this situation.” He said, annoyed.
“Oh, I got us into this situation?” You turned towards him, growing irritated.
“Yeah, if you weren’t so rude to me all the time, they wouldn’t have forced us into this closet.”
“Oh, I’m the rude one? Okay.” Your sarcasm grew stronger with every sentence.
“Or if you just hadn’t picked dare like a dumbass.” He continued grilling you.
“And what else was I supposed to pick? Everyone was picking dare.” You took a step closer to him, so you could get in his face. You weren’t going to take his crap.
“You need to stop worrying so much about what everyone else is doing.” He took a step closer to you, so you were right in each other’s faces.
“Oh yeah, like I should be taking advice from-“ Before you could finish your sentence, he leaned closer to you, pressing his lips into yours.
You were caught by surprise, and tried to lean out of it, but his lips felt so warm on yours that you couldn’t. His kiss was full of anger and he leaned into it, pushing you against the wall. You didn’t understand it or why it was happening, but it felt too good to break. You wrapped your arms around his neck, digging your hands into the hair underneath his beanie and bringing him closer to you.
When the two of you finally pulled apart, he took a step back. His eyes burned into yours, intense and full of desire. You couldn’t help but breath hard after that intense make out session. You still had three minutes left in heaven and you sure as hell weren’t going to let it slip away.
You roughly grabbed him by the collar and pulled him back to you, locking lips again. You could tell he was surprised you wanted more, as his kiss was sloppy. You didn’t care. His lips just felt so good against yours.
He pulled away again, this time backing away from you until his back was against the opposite wall. “You’ve got about 30 seconds before someone’s going to come crashing through that door.” He said quietly, straightening the beanie on top of his hair.
“So are we going to talk about that?” You asked as you flattened your frizzed hair and straightened your shirt.
Jughead watched you intensely with the same hungry look in his eyes. You could tell he was resisting. He shook his head slowly. “It’s probably better if we don’t.”
Before you could utter another word, the door flew open and in marched Veronica. “Nice to see you could get along for a few minutes.” She laughed, grabbing your arm and pulling you out of the closet. You glanced over at Jughead as you were leaving, but he was staring at the wall where you had just stood.
Everything was confusing you. Why did he do that? Why did you like it so much? Did you no longer hate Jughead? Everything he did was so annoying, and yet you loved the way his lips felt against yours. You were hungry for more and you knew he was, too. The only question left was: How could you see him again?