covered in stickers

other trauma survivors: trauma doesn’t define you!

me, a borderline personality, sinking my nails deeper into my poor mental health, desperately trying to cling to anything and everything that can provide me with a label that offers a sense of identity and allows me to feel like a real person: . mmm,. mm? interesting concept but. i have One question. what the whole fuck

My Brain: that’s a camera.

Me: no, that’s a screw. it’s very obviously a screw.

My Brain: ya. but hear me out… issa camera

Me, pulling out my sticker collection and covering up the screw head: g, od damnit. God damnit. God, damnit. Ur right. Ur always right.

i like the idea of one day when Jonathan and Joyce aren’t able to watch Will, and the Wheelers are busy with something that they can’t watch him either, Joyce calls up Steve asking him to watch over Will and Steve is just like “HELL YEAH.”

Steve shows up with Max, ( Joyce of course doesn’t mind ) and they spend the rest of the night eating junk food, building a fort, drawing, making jokes, playing with the byer’s dog,and watching movies in the fort they built.

They even made some cookies and globed mounds of frosting and left over m&m’s from halloween on the cookies.

Jonathan and Joyce come home that night finding Steve sound asleep on the couch ( his face is covered in stickers because he fell asleep first ) while Will and Max are asleep in the fort, a half played game of connect four, a few candy wrappers and a couple of cans of soda sitting between the two

Jonathan wakes up Steve, Jonathan is laughing because how ridiculous Steve looks but he won’t tell Steve what is wrong. 

Joyce tries to pay Steve ( even though it isn’t much ) for babysitting and he won’t accept it because he loves spending time with Will, and he doesn’t want it feel like a job.

Steve attempts at scooping up Max so she could stay asleep but he ends up waking her up and she tries to physically fight him.

They get in the car and when Steve checks himself in the mirror he sees all the stickers. He complains while peeling the sticky shaped characters from his face. Max sits there and laughs

when he drops off Max, he could tell she doesn’t want to go because even though she loves her mom, she still has to deal with a horror of a brother.

“you know you call me if anything.” he reminds Max before she climbs out of the car.

He sits and waits to make sure she gets inside.

when he sees through the front window that the light of the living room turned off followed by the distant light of Max’s room click on he then drives off knowing she is in the safety of her room.

Steve returns to an empty home, but he isn’t sad about it because he spent the night with a couple of great kids

Maybe, if I post every time this happens, abled people will stop thinking that this sort of thing is rare.

A while back I was sitting by the restaurant in Ikea and using my phone while I waited for Marvin to buy some things.

I was seated at one of four high-backed chairs arranged around a low coffee table. Across the table from me was a stranger, his young son sat in the chair to the right of me, and his daughter, who was about nine-years-old, sat on the floor at the coffee table. She was colouring and her brother was playing on a DS.

Their father stared at me while pretending he wasn’t. It’s pretty obvious when someone is watching you from eight feet away, though. I didn’t get angry vibes so I wasn’t concerned and just pointedly ignored him while catching Pidgey after Pidgey.

My phone had a semi-transparent, soft plastic case on it. I usually covered it with cute stickers. At that time, it had large words written in sharpie on the back that said, “It’s rude to stare”.

I was absorbed in my game when the stranger across from me laughed suddenly, loudly, and pointed me out to his daughter.

“Her phone says, ‘It’s rude to stare’,” he said.

He chuckled and looked at my face, expecting an explanation.

I stared at him.

He stared back.

I sighed.

“Oh, yeah. People stare at me a lot,” Just like you were, I thought. I waved my phone to show off the words. “So I wrote that on there. So, yeah.”

I went back to my game. Guy chuckled again.

“Really, people stare at you? Why?” He asked.

I looked up from my phone. I stared at him.

He stared back. I raised my eyebrows. He kept waiting for an answer.

I held up the butterfly-printed cane that had been leaning against my legs by way of explanation. “Sometimes I use a walker or wheelchair, too.”

“And people stare?” He pressed.

“Yep,” I said shortly.

“Wow. Well, you know, I think it’s probably because of their own personal fear.”

I seriously bristled at that. The tone was awful, really patronizing.

“Yeah. Seeing disabled people in public is a real shock. We remind people of their own mortality,” I said humourlessly, adding in some sarcastic laughter for good measure. I tried to signal my disinterest by lowering my head and leaning over my phone screen.

“Yeah-” he said, charging full speed ahead like he didn’t even need me for this conversation. He clearly had something to say all prepared.

"And you know, it’s funny. But I used to be scared of- people- people with disabilities,” he said, with a smile and lean-in, touching his fingertips together, making me want to punch his face.

I was in a bit of social shock. I just kept thinking, are you kidding me? This Ikea food court confession is happening right now, huh?

“Not physical disabilities, but mental disabilities.”

He was so smarmy, you guys. When he said that, I think my soul left my body. And I had no idea how to either respond or extricate myself reasonably. 

I hesitated, looked from this guy to his children, who were watching the exchange with awkward interest.

“Oh. Uh. Well, I’m autistic, so…” I let my words trail off. To this day I have no idea where that sentence would have gone.

“Oh. Oh! But I mean, you can’t tell,” he turned tomato red. “You’re so well-spoken and- I guess you could say that you have really overcome.”

As he was fumbling, I was giving him an exaggerated but sincerely felt grimace and an unimpressed "ehhh”.

At his pronouncement of my overcoming, I sat up straight and said, loudly and pissed enough that his children started looking worried, “Uh, yikes. No.”

Guy’s daughter looked like she would rather he did anything but continue talking, but that’s what he did. Like any allistic abled white dude worth his salt /s, he powered through, ignoring my obvious and projected displeasure.

“But, I mean. In school, it’s funny, because it ended up that most of my friends were handicapped. I guess I kind of protected them-” His voice took on an artificially soft, sticky quality. It was at this moment that I snapped.

“Okay. I’m going to cut you off there,” I said. I put my hand up. His tomato face spoiled.

“What? Why?” He seemed torn between expressing frustration and wanting to appear kind-hearted and open-minded in front of his children.

“Well. Uh. Ugh,“ I looked at his kids, wondering how harsh or how kind I should be. I hated that he put me in this spot. In that moment I hated him so much.

"Well, you’re saying a lot of stuff that non-disabled people think is nice to hear, but it’s not. It’s just- it’s just not.” I knew it was pointless to try to explain. My words were failing fast. He didn’t really care, anyway.

“I wouldn’t even be able to explain it to you,” I shrugged.

He gaped at me. Now he was angry. This wasn’t going how he had wanted it to.

“I know you’re coming from a good place. But it’s not nice. It’s just not… yeah.” I gripped the handle of my cane in one hand and my phone, Pokémon Go forgotten, in the other. I fought the urge to literally run away. I felt the surreal pressure of my behaviour being one of these kids’ formative disability-related experiences.

“Oh. Uh. Well. Okay. Sorry,” he said, embarrassed, not sorry. “And uh, thanks for saying that,” he said, trying to get me back. I looked away.

“I just-” he started. Even his children looked unhappily surprised that he was trying for that last word.

“I just want to say that you’re great.

I didn’t look at him. I smiled at his daughter, who smiled back out of habit, more confused than anything. His son looked down at his DS, secondhand embarrassment turning him red too.

“Hmm. Well, your kids seem nice,” I offered breezily.

After that, I moved away from the circle of green chairs and sat in an uncomfortably high stool in the corner. I hid there, head down, my hands shaking very slightly, feeling paranoid. Like I failed. And that my friends, is ableism. 

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1.9.17 // my set up for my new bullet journal! i went from a size a5 book to an a6 (i didn’t read the dimensions on ebay oops) and i really like how its turned out! he pages are pretty thin, so most pens ghost through, but otherwise i love this new little bujo!

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‘Be More Chill - "She is Touchin My Hand!"’ by ClaComics
An illustration based on the deleted song from the musical and some hints to the book! • Buy this artwork on stickers, phone cases, home decor, and more.

For whoever is interested, I added this drawing on my RedBubble!
Stickers, posters, bags, mugs… Whatever you want! (I kinda want the bag one…)

Impromptu in the bathtub, covered in all the stickers we could fit (All the ones we could stick) and the best sunlight from the day outside!
Photo by @plummylanee, bbyg! ❤️❤️❤️
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I saw this sort of picture/text post a while ago and I absolutely had to draw it. 

So have Stan coming to visit his Great Niece and Nephew and subsequently getting covered in stickers. 

forgot to post the updated version lol- redrew this becuz it needed a serious update and redo (it was old and messy and low res blaughdfkajh) and as mentioned before, and by popular demand, available now here and here!

GOT7 as Day Jobs
  • Jaebum: pet store manager. pretends to be tough and intimidating but all of his coworkers know he spends all of his free time with the kittens up for adoption. strays away from manager duties to watch the puppers get a haircut through the window. he's actually not quite sure how he got the management position. ate a dog treat as a dare (cried minutes later)
  • Mark: department store sales associate. his favorite part of the store is the home furnishings. he's extremely knowledgeable of bed comfort levels (he would know, he takes naps when no one is looking). also the type to take his full break and then go to the bathroom during his work time. claims to have a serious health issue that allows him to sit down whenever he needs to
  • Jackson: gym trainer. everyone asks for him because he's the nicest and always slows down when someone doesn't understand how to do something. hypes up ANYONE he sees around the gym. runs around bringing water bottles to everyone. often secretly texts during his shifts for his friends to come visit him when it gets slow
  • Jinyoung: daycare assistant. he's always the first to come in and the last to leave. teaches the babs how to draw hearts and stars. gets heart eyes whenever the kids share their snacks with him!! ecstatic! he's always playing with them (especially hide and seek) ((he's too big so they always find him in like .03 seconds)) all of the parents swoon over him when they go to pick up their kiddies and ask him to babysit too (he has business cards at the ready)
  • Youngjae: ironically applied to work at a fast food restaurant. ends up as employee of the month. his name tag is covered in stickers and he likes to play with the kids meal toys on his breaks. always brings his friends food at the end of his shift. accidentally spills company secrets because he doesn't know how to make small talk with his customers
  • Bambam: designer boutique sales associate. floats around asking people if they need any help color coordinating. 9/10 times will end up taking over and picking out their clothes for them. has been reprimanded for saying "are you sure those shoes match your outfit :^/" one too many times. also thinks it's appropriate to say "yas" and "work it" to everyone leaving the changing room to look in the mirror
  • Yugyeom: grocery store cashier. memorized every fruit and vegetable code and often points to said foods when his friends are eating it and recites the code with a smug face. doodles on the back of the receipt paper. EXTREME stress levels when his line has more than two customers. gets nervous when a parent leaves their child with him because they forgot butter. RUNS OUT OF THE STORE WHEN HIS SHIFT ENDS (and back in again-- he forgot to clock out)