They never went on a spontaneous road trip again


In which Pixar totally fucking destroys my shit
Reach for the Sky: The Story of Douglas Bader, Legless Ace of the Battle of Britain (Bluejacket Books): Paul Brickhill: 9781557502223: Books
Douglas Bader was a legend in his lifetime. After losing both legs in an air crash in 1931 and being dismissed as a cripple by the Royal Air Force...

Oh, and while I’m reccing Agent Carter-related books anyway … I read this one a little while back, after someone in the fandom (I can’t remember who, but thank you!!) had recced it as an excellent source of period info on WWII-era amputees. AND BOY IS IT EVER. :D

It’s a very entertaining and engaging book. I really loved it. But specifically for people writing Daniel, it goes into a huge amount of detail on how Bader (a double amputee after a flying accident) did all the everyday things he had to do with two leg prostheses, from driving a car (which surprisingly he was able to do with minimal adjustments) to landing in a parachute to getting fitted for his prostheses and dealing with them afterwards.

He lost his legs in the early 1930s, so technology had progressed quite a bit by the time Daniel would’ve been dealing with it a decade later. However, there were two things I learned about 1930s/1940s prosthetic legs from that book which I did NOT know and is now going to be a giant pain for writing Daniel from here on out. XD

#1: Most prosthetic legs from the 1920s to the 1950s were made of metal.

I’ve been assuming Daniel’s leg was either wooden or made of something like plastic. But it would most likely have been aluminum. Wooden legs were heavy, and as soon as the technology developed to make them out of a lightweight aluminum alloy, this caught on and was the dominant material for making prosthetic legs until plastic took over in the 1950s. Okay, this one isn’t that much of a pain; it just means I’ve been writing it wrong. However, the other one …

#2: Above-the-knee prosthetic legs were secured with a band around the waist, and often suspender-like straps over the shoulders as well.

Well, Daniel is definitely not wearing suspenders; we can see enough of his torso with that lightweight shirt in season two that it’s pretty clear. But if he’s got a prosthesis that goes above the knee (and from his comment about being shot in the femur, he’d basically have to, assuming the leg is actually missing and not just mangled), he would have to be wearing a band around the waist because that’s just how the legs were designed to stay on, up until pressure-fitted sockets in the 1950s or possibly later. Otherwise the body weight would be resting on the end of the leg stump, but the whole design of the artificial leg took the weight off the end and carried it with the rest of the leg/body, by attaching it above the next highest joint. If the prosthesis was below the knee, the band would be around the thigh instead.

I had no idea. I don’t think I’ve ever seen a picture that included the whole strap apparatus and not just the leg. And modern ones don’t have that, so the thought had never even occurred to me that WWII-era ones were fitted on differently.

So there’s your fun thought the next time you have to describe Daniel getting out of his clothes.

Late 5 on a Friday...

—I’m not a praying person, but I am thanking God, Buddha, and anyone who will listen that this week is done. There were a lot of demands. I didn’t fare well, but I made it. So Deities everywhere, thank you.

—I’m sleeping in tomorrow. No getting up to feed digs, pack lunches, answer texts, whatever. Hell, I may not even get up to pee. Someone else do it. Word.

—The white beast has departed!!! A few more fumigation cycles and my house may get back to normal!! Yay!! If there is a happy dance, Daisy has been doing it all day! It’s been a rough week for all of us.

—I love riding around at night and looking in people’s houses from the car window. It usually makes me very happy. Tonight, though, it didn’t. In fact, it made me a little sad. I’m not sure why.

—Right now, the wind is rustling through the trees, and I can hear geese flying overhead. The sound is making me happy. And for now, that’s enough.

Happy weekend, lovelies!! :)

anonymous asked:

jake peralta #17

17. Scars

So besides the scar that he’s going to have from Amy shooting him in the leg, he’s only got a few others. There’s one behind his ear, a long thin line, from the time Gina was practicing with the straightener and got a bit too overzealous. He has one on his knee from the time he was trying to learn how to skateboard and wiped out on the sidewalk outside his house. And then he has a small one on his shoulder that he tells people he got in a car accident. Really, it’s from when he tried to slide across the hood of his Mustang three days after he bought it, slipped off the edge, and landed in a pile of broken glass. Rosa was watching and had to pull the shard out of his shoulder. She can commonly be seen rolling her eyes in the background when Jake tells people it’s from a car accident.

headcanon prompt meme


“I think I should say again, this is not my outfit.. I borrowed it from a friend.. And my friend is in one of the biggest and most successful groups in the world. They have one of the most powerful and loyal fanbases in the  entire world. 

They also have one of the biggest smash hit singles in the country right now, called ‘Worth it.’ Fifth Harmony have a sixth member tonight, Fifth Harmony’s here tonight!” - Taylor Swift. 


i feel so bad for my modern au rey

the smile is curly because of the despair









“I know you’re awake. I can tell when you’re watching me.”

Dean opens his eye more than the crack he’d been sneaking his thousandth glance at Cas through.

“I can’t believe you’re driving my car,” Dean mutters sleepily. It’s nearing three a.m. and they’ve been on the road a long time. Sam’s been asleep in the back seat since eleven. Giving up and handing the wheel over to Cas and letting the guy who doesn’t sleep drive had seemed like a good idea.

Cas glances over and frowns at him before quickly looking back at the miles of empty, straight road stretching ahead of them, still driving like a dork, Dean thinks. “If you’re worried about me crashing the car, I won’t,” he says grumpily. “The next town is still at least two hours away, but I could wake Sam and let him drive.”

“’S not that,” Dean mutters, sinking lower in the passenger seat and shifting around to try and get comfortable, dancing on the edge of sleep. He closes his eyes again, hoping to trick himself into sleeping.

“Then what is it?” Cas asks, still sounding resentful about his driving being so closely monitored.

Dean cracks his eyelids apart before he can help himself, and stares across the front seat to Cas behind the wheel. It shouldn’t have been a big deal but it really is; watching Cas resolutely watching the empty road, both hands on the wheel, determined to bear them safely on their way with all his usual intensity, to the point of absurdity about how seriously he’s taking the task, and there’s just something about him being the one driving Dean’s car…

All drugged up with the kind of tiredness from hitting the road in a kind of driven-out-of-town-after-a hunt-way and then driving non-stop for twelve hours, followed by two more hours drifting right on the cusp of sleeping if not for watching Cas, Dean isn’t really paying much attention to his own mouth.

“S’ kinda hot.”

There’s one of the heaviest silences in his life as Dean slowly registers what he said and he jerks awake like he’d been slapped.

At least, he thinks somewhat hysterically as he meets a gaze boggling at him in shock, he finally made Cas take his eyes off the road for more than a second.