how do they even fit


#Helsinkihandhold <3

I really dislike the idea that there’s only one way to be “independent,” particularly in regards to disabled people. It seems like the expectation is that in order to be “independent,” you have to be verbal 100% of the time, and be ‘easily understood’ and not stutter or have any speech delays, etc, and have (what non-disabled/neurotypical people deem) decent social skills, and you must be able to drive/manage finances/live alone/go to work and have a job, and always know how to manage if something goes wrong. 

But that isn’t practical, realistic, or truthful. A person can be independent in one or more areas, and need support in other areas, and that doesn’t even just hold true for disabled people! If you break your femur, you’re going to need some kind of assistance getting to the hospital, getting the bone fixed, and making sure it heals properly, and likely even paying for all of this to take place. Maybe you’ll need help around the house, maybe you won’t be able to go back to work straight away. But all of that doesn’t erase a person’s “independence,” or rather, it shouldn’t. Nobody is independent in every single area, so why is the basis different when disability is involved? 

Needing support and not being able to do certain things shouldn’t invalidate a person’s autonomy. It should be seen, and treated as, an inherent and unalienable right. There’s more than one way to be independent, and a person can still live a very fulfilling, happy life if they are unable to meet some (or all) of the “criteria for independence,” (I’m being ironic) if they are just accommodated and given access to the support and resources they need.

y’all I’m weighing all my luggage before I go back up to school because there’s a weight limit on the train and according to my scale WoR weights 3.5 lbs

with great Mediocre moodboard power comes great responsibility

and no one should ever give me responsibilty ever what was the internet thinking 

The people said no but Lily and the Giant Squid said Yes <3 @hprarepairnet

Short Stack (Reader x Jefferson)

Fluff Fluff Fluff Fluffity Fluff Fluff. This story revolves around the height difference between reader x Jefferson. I can relate to this, being smoll and all. (Please see recent video post for reference) Today is my first day on vacation by the way, I’m at LBI! And I’d like to take a second to thank you all for your incredibly sweet responses to my recent pictures of myself. I know I say this a lot, and it may sound fake, but I really do love each and everyone of you. Enjoy!

You reached for the bowls on the top shelf of the cabinet. Why did Thomas have to stack them up so high? You huffed as you shifted your weight to the balls of feet, standing on your tippy toes and stretching your arms out, desperately clawing at the wooden shelf in the cabinet. There was no use. You were still several inches below what you wanted. You huffed and turned to the kitchen table to grab a chair to aid you.

“Looking for something?” you heard a familiar voice ask.

“I’ve already found it, I just can’t reach it, Thomas.” you said, the frustration obvious in you voice.

He chuckled as you drug the chair over to the cabinet, and prepared to boost yourself onto it.

“You know, you can always ask me for help.” he declared, sauntering over to you.

“No, Thomas. I’m a full grown woman. I can reach a bowl by myself.” you said, boosting yourself onto the chair.

“I’m not sure I’d call you full grown…” he joked, mocking your size. 

“It’s not my fault I’m a few inches shorter than most people, okay?” you declared as you reached out for the bowl. Unfortunately, your arms were too short. Even with the height boost, you still couldn’t reach it.

“A few inches shorter?” he began, grinning. “(Y/N), you’re a pipsqueak.”

“Shut up!” you retorted, thinking of no better come-back. Thomas was right. You were a shorty. Not that you were ever going to admit it, though. 

“Come on, let me grab it for you.” he said as he watched you pathetically refused to deny that you would ever be able to reach the bowl.

You shook your head.

“Let me at least boost you up.” he suggested.

Defeated, you sighed and slowly rolled your eyes to meet his.


He chuckled as he bent down, and wrapped his arms around your thighs. He gently lifted you up, setting your butt onto his shoulder. He then stood up, raising you. You finally clasped your hand around the bowl.

“I’m tall now!” you cheered, bowl in one hand and throwing the other one up in the air in celebration. 

Thomas laughed beneath you.

“Don’t get used to it,” he joked, slowly bringing you down and setting you on the ground.

You looked up at him. You only came up to his chest, which wasn’t the worst thing in the world. You buried your chin into the middle of it, taking full advantage of the height difference.

“Thank you,” you smiled sweetly, burying your face into him.

“Anything for you,” he replied, swooping down to press his lips onto the top of your head.

You both stood there for some time, he kept gently kissing your scalp.

You stood there for some time, and began to reflect on what others had said about your relationship. Thomas was a very important political figure, and his enemies always tried to tear him down. Unfortunately, they knew the large sweet spot he had for you, and attacked it constantly, often dragging you down with them.

It seemed like nothing was positive.

“Look at Thomas, there he goes with that child again.”

“Thomas, naughty boy, there isn’t a chance she’s anywhere near his age.”

“Lock him up!”

“Thomas, how do you even fit yourself in that, lad?”

You sighed and pressed your head further into his chest. 

“You don’t mind, do you?” you suddenly asked.

“About what?”

“This.” you replied, miming the size difference by placing your hand flat on the top of your head, and rising it to his.

“No. Why would I?”

You sighed. 

“We just…. look a bit peculiar to other people. That’s all.”

He was silent. 

“(Y/N), I’d love you if you were taller. I’d love you if you were shorter. I love you the height you are now. Your size isn’t going to define my feelings for you.”

“Yeah, but…” you started “What people say, it doesn’t bother you?”

“Does it bother you?” he shot back.

You were silent for a bit, wondering what to say.

“I mean, the difference doesn’t bother me…. but I feel like no one takes you seriously when I’m around you…”

He stepped back from you, looking down at your somewhat crestfallen face.

“So you care more about what other people think than what you personally feel?” he asked, making you sound somewhat ridiculous. He was good at doing that.

“ I’m just….” you trailed off, afraid to finish the sentence.

“Go on.”

“I’m afraid you’ll start listening to them.” you admitted.

He stared down at you blankly. Slightly embarrassed, you let your focus fall off of Thomas’s face and onto the ground. You didn’t want him to be mad.

Then, he suddenly dipped down, hooked his arms around your thighs, lifted you up and placed you on the counter. Both his arms came down on each side of you, boxing you in. 

“To hell with ‘em.” he said, before pressing a kiss to your lips.

“(Y/N)…” he breathed as he parted, “I take their words and brush them straight off my shoulders. I look at you and I see the most beautiful, talented, intelligent woman I have ever had the pleasure of laying my eyes upon. None of the assholes trying to tear down my ego by using you as a weapon could ever make me feel any different. I’m so blessed to be your husband; you’re my whole world. Don’t ever worry about losing me.” he said as he stared longingly into your eyes.

This time it was you who initiated the kiss. Soft and sweet, your lips moved and you felt his fingers interlace with yours. It was incredible. Your husband always had a way of making you feel so attached, wanted, and secure.

“I love you,” you said as you parted.

“I know,” he said as his lips planted a small kiss to your forehead. 

He began to raise his head up as he smacked the top of it into the above cabinet.

“GAH.” he exclaimed, rubbing the back of his head to try and mend the pain.

“I really need to stop doing that.” he said as he brushed himself off and stood up, like a cat that had just walked into a sliding glass door and tried to play it off.

You giggled.

“Well maybe if you weren’t so damn tall-” you started with a smile.

“Don’t you dare start.”

EXO Reaction to their girl being the living definition of “get a girl who can do both”

XOXO, Admin A~

/I don’t own any of the gifs used, unless stated otherwise/


*Really enjoys those weird dates you two have* “Nothing like having a chicken competition with my girl…”


“Get a girl that is innocent and cute they said… get a girl a little bit naughty they said…. they weren’t wrong at all” *This naughty galaxy*


*Boi is always showing his girlfriend off* “Isn’t she… the best girlfriend of the whole world?”


*He simply can’t with all the things you do* “This is the first time I see a girl eat this much… how do you even do it and stay fit?”


*He’s probably the happiest of them all because his girl can have so much energy and also sleep like a baby… just like he does*


*This is his face every time he sees you wearing a dress after wearing sport clothes all the time* “Who said my girl didn’t know how to do sexy! You are stunning babe!”


“Woah… can your girl do both? No? Well mine can!” *So sassy* 


*Appreciates every second he’s with you* “I’ll never find another girl like you… you are the one”


“So.. tell me jagi… can we do… naughty?” *Knows you definitely can*


*Well he’s the graphical description of ‘get a man that can do both’ so… you’ll never be bored*


“Am I dreaming? My girly girl is playing video games? She knows more about comics than I do!” *Definitely loves your nerdy side*


*You’ll probably be his partner in crime* “Are you ready babe? Let’s show them who are the ones that rule here” *Sassy Suho and Sassy Suho’s girl*

[Masterlist] [Guideline]

You know you’ve got it bad for your otp when you start reading an actual novel (that doesn’t feature them) and you start to see them as the two protagonists who are in love

Never Be Alone

shawn mendes x reader

prompt: After years of always being by each other’s side, Shawn and reader are finally separated. The only question is, how will they hold up?

Author’s note: I’ve had this in my drafts since December but I had extreme writer’s block.

“take a piece of my heart, and make it all your own, so when we are apart, you’ll never be alone”

I was awake in bed, like I had been for a few nights now. Everything was so perfect for so long. But now, all I feel is conflict deep inside my bones. Why couldn’t life just stay easy? Why does everything have to change? More importantly, how do I tell him. I gripped the envelope in my hand, the envelope that would change everything. I was excited, I couldn’t deny that, but I was also distraught, to say the least. I looked up at the ceiling of  my dimly lit room before turning my attention to the window; the calm, black sky was twinkling with stars. I smiled, trying to keep the image in my mind, as I would have to leave behind soon. I breathed hesitantly and reached for my phone. Just as I was dialing the number, I received a call, from him.  I smiled gently and touched the green button.

“Hey, I was just about to call you.” I laughed into the phone.

“Maybe it’s telepathy.” Shawn joked. I giggled through the phone.

“I need to talk to you about something.” I breathed, my tone became serious and the mood became heavy. Shawn noticed this and his breath hitched in his throat.

“I need to tell you something too, but not tonight. Meet me in the tree house tomorrow at 8PM.” Shawn addressed

“The tree house? You’re kidding? How do you know we’ll even fit in there anymore.” I teased.

“Just trust me, it’s important.” Shawn sighed. My face relaxed and I remained silent for a while.

“Alright, I’ll meet you there Shawn.” I spoke in an all-too neutral tone. We whispered our goodbyes and ended the call.

I gently placed the phone back on my nightstand. Staring out the window, I smiled as I remembered Shawn’s voice, so soft and velvety, speaking to me moments ago. A calm breeze before the storm that was to come.

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okay but how many people who actually like the mercy reworks are actual mercy mains, that is the question

y’know what? I literally shed a tear just bcuz of this gif…..

I have so many thoughts about it…

like do you see how they perfectly fit to each other? physically even. isn’t it amazing? (I’m a lil short person so I can measure whether it’s comfortable to hug a person who’s taller than you and I can assure you that Namjoon has a prefect height for Jin. Jin can just put his chin on Namjoon’s shoulder and be comfortable with it, his neck won’t hurt (cuz would Namjoon be taller it would hurt af, I swear. At the same time Namjoon’s chin is soo suitable for Jin’s shoulder)

and then I realized how far they went, how now they are more opened to each other. Do you remember 2013? Their first hug? How Jin was all shy and stuff 

he still is shy to hug Namjoon and I find it really adorable and cute. 

Which means that Namjoon was probably the first one to open

Do you see it? Cuz I see it.

And coming back to this. Namjoon was the first one who pushed Jin closer to himself (I really love this pat on the back, like imagine the strength of Namjoon’s hand :o ) And he holds him really really close that I can’t but shed a tear…

Yes, I love them so much, so what? 

Okay guys, I need your help!

Does anyone have some advice and/or links to some work-out routines and stuff that I could easily do at home and would help me stay fit? I know youtube is full those but I figured I’d try some that I have good feedback for first.

I spend most of my time sitting on my desk studying, bent over my notes, and it’s just killing my back *tired sigh*. Walking Raven and playing with her helps, but lately I’ve just started feeling bloated all the time too, so it’s just not enough anymore. And though it’d be the ideal solution, I absolutely cannot afford a gym membership right now, so…. help pls? <3

Dean Winchester X Daughter!Reader- Blazin’ By (Part 2)

Part 1

Word count: 1,619

Warning: Swearing, mentions of pornography, and muuurrrrdddeeeerrr

Adjusting the backpack on your shoulder, you cautiously walked through the halls of the town’s high school.  It was hilarious, you worked hard to graduate early and here you are, walking through another high school for a case.  You hated high school, especially the people included in the high school experience.  Students would whisper behind your back, friends would turn into enemies and a target was put on your back.  None of them had the guts to bully you straight on, due to the time you broke a girl’s arm, but it still made you learn a lesson in life, and that lesson was to trust no one.  Sure, Sam and Dean seemed nice, but you weren’t sure you wanted to trust them.  They didn’t tell you their last name, but you weren’t isolated from the rumors Hunters spread around.

Walking past the grey and dented lockers, you looked around before walking down the hall to room 215.  Lucky for you many of the students and staff were busy eating lunch or else you’d have to deal with a lot more people.  Pulling your lock pick out of your inner jacket pocket, you quickly crouched down and picked the lock as quick as you could.  As soon as you unlocked it, you rapidly entered the room and softly shut the door, locking it just in case if someone wanted to disturb you.  Dropping your backpack on the floor, you made your way to the victim’s desk and started flipping through files.  Most of them consisted of student’s work and other unimportant papers, but when you found a locked drawer things got interesting.  

When you finally were able to unlock it, you were surprised to find a few bottles of alcohol along with some pretty messed up photos of what you guessed were some of the students of the high school.  So he was a pedophile, you thought, quickly shoving the photos in a ripped part of your backpack.  You knew better to place evidence right in the backpack, a stupid mistake you would never do again.  Looking through it again, you found three hex bags lodged into a false book.  Immediately taking them out of the book, you pulled out three plastic sandwich bags and took apart the hex bags, not wanting to be the next victim.  Shoving the disassembled hex bags with the photos, you closed the drawer and put your backpack on.  

“I’m sorry officer, but why do you need to go into his classroom?”

“Shit,” you muttered, running over to the window and opening it.  “Shit, shit, shit.”

Yanking it open, you stepped onto the roof and shut the window just as the door opened.  Leaning against the brick wall, you scooted away from the window until you made it to the hill that you saw before entering the school.  Jumping down, you managed to land without hurting yourself for once.  Looking around, you adjusted the straps on your back and started walking to the parking lot.  Old Yeller was parked at the farthest end of the parking lot, close to another classic car, which was a very nice cherry red.  You frowned as soon as you saw someone circling your baby, eyeing him.

“Hey!” you hollered, stomping to your car.  “You better not be trying to steal or key my car!  I swear I will break you like a pencil.”

The boy chuckled, raising his hands and stepping away from your vehicle, “Sorry, I’m just admiring the car.”

“I’m glad you have great taste, but step away from my car,” you growled, pulling out your keys.

“School is starting y’know,” he said, watching you open the door and throw your bag in.

“I just came here to pick up some assignments,” you lied, rolling your eyes.  “I’m going on vacation and I don’t want to get swamped with an ass load of work when I get back.”

“That’s neat, where are you going?” he asked, making you clench your jaw.

“None of your business, so please get lost, or do you want me to run you over?” you questioned him, climbing into the driver seat.

“Oh please do,” he said.  “Death will be easier to deal with than school.”

“School is a bitch, but you have to deal with it anyway,” you said, starting the engine.  “Do everything out of spite, I bet that’ll work out for you.”

“I’ll take that advice to heart,” he smiled, moving out of the way.  “Maybe I’ll see you around?”

“Maybe,” you replied, slamming the door shut and turning on the radio.

Putting your car in reverse, you backed up before putting it into drive and exiting the parking lot.  Yanking out your phone from your jacket pocket, you clicked Dean’s contact under ‘Vincent Vega’ and put it on speaker.

“How was your visit to hell, (Y/N)?” Dean asked, making you roll your eyes.

“Oh, it was wonderful.  The delicious smell of body odor was in the air, burning my nose hairs as soon as I entered the school.  Don’t get me started on the crappy lockers that they have to use, how do they even fit a textbook in those tiny pieces of trash?” you asked, turning right.

He chuckled, “It sounds like you had a nice experience.  What’d you find?”

“The dude was a pedophile, that’s the first interesting thing I found out,” you answered, stopping at a red light, “but wait, that’s not all!”

“The suspense is killing me,” Dean said, making you smile.

“He was a witch,” you stated, pressing the gas when the light turned green.  “I found a couple of hex bags stashed in a locked drawer along with the photos he had of some of the female students of the school.”

“Son of a bitch,” he muttered.  “If he’s the witch, who made him kill his wife?”

“Maybe it was the siren,” you guessed, “or maybe there is no siren at all.  There could be a vengeful spirit of one of the girls that made him kill her, hell, or even a siren could have made him do it.  This is a shit show.”

“What if he was working with the siren?” Sam asked.

“That’s possible,” you nodded, “but why would the siren make him do that?  If they were working together, what made them turn on each other?”

“We’ll check the hex bags when you get back to the motel, how close are you?” Sam asked as you took a left turn.

“I’m almost there, do you think we need backup on this?  I know having three Hunters is a little overkill, but dealing with a siren is a pain in the ass,” you informed them.

“We’ll call someone,” Dean said, the sound of papers rustling in the background.  “We’ll see if he’ll help us out.”

“Whoever it is, I hope he’s ready take on this frustrating case,” you said, pulling into the motel.  “I’m here, unlock the door.”

Ending the call and shutting off the engine, you grabbed your bag and jumped out.  You slammed your door shut and locked it before heading to Sam and Dean’s room.  The lady in the lobby gave you a small smile before resuming reading a book, which had a cover with a man in a kilt.  Shaking your head, you resisted the urge to laugh and opened their room door.

“Who’s ready to see some messed up shit?” you asked, kicking the door shut.

Dean rolled his eyes and continued to eat the leftover pie from the diner, “I’ve seen too much to be shocked anymore.”

“Good to see you’re in good spirits,” you deadpanned, removing the backpack from your shoulders.  “How does child pornography sound?”

“Okay, I agree that’s messed up,” he said, finishing his pie and tossing the container in the trashcan.

“Good to know we’re on the same page,” you said, pulling out the hex bags and photos and placing them on the table.

Sam exited the bathroom and sat down at the table, picking up one of the lunch bags containing a hex bag, “Were these disassembled when you found them?”

You shook your head, “I took them apart before taking them, I wasn’t going to risk carrying working hex bags.”

“Smart,” Sam smiled, examining the hex bag’s contents.  “It looks like it’s used for a Servitude Spell, which is used to make a person a servant to the caster.”

“He must have used them on the students he took photos of,” Dean said, his jaw clenching.  “For once I’m glad the victim is being put away.”

“I think I want to give whoever did this to him a medal,” you said, taking a seat at the table.  “Y’know, he could have controlled the siren.  Sure, a siren does horrible stuff, but there is a chance a monster got something it didn’t deserve.”

“We’re still not sure if we’re dealing with a siren,” Sam reasoned, placing the disassembled hex bag back on the table.

“Well, we’re possibly at a dead end,” you huffed, sinking down in the chair and looking at the table.  “I wonder if any of these girls in the photo is the siren.  Sam, can you pull up the school’s photos and see if they are all registered students?”

“I’ll see what I can do,” he said, picking up the pictures and walking over to the couch.

You looked over to the trash, your eyes widening at the sight, “Did you eat my pie?!”

“No….. maybe, alright I did,” Dean admitted.

“You better sleep with one eye open tonight and watch that car of yours, it might get scratched tonight,” you threatened, glaring at him.  “You owe me a pie.”

“Fine, just don’t touch my baby.”

anonymous asked:

Is there any way at all to get a hard copy of your non-fanfictiony stories? Besides just printing it out, I mean. I would just about kill to get a real-life bound copy of Game Theory.

Hiya anon!

There’s not, I’m afraid. For a few reasons, but the two biggest reasons are:

1. It’s not edited to a standard where I’d be happy releasing it to hard copy. And editing something that’s 4.5 standard books long is…a full-time job that I kind of don’t have time for at the moment. Boo. If only I had more hands. And brainspace!

2. It’s too long for most POD (Print on Demand) services anyway, and would need to be broken down into about three or four books (which would each still be longer than the standard sized novel, and therefore more expensive - it may end up costing $35-50 US just for Game Theory, for example - tbh, it may end up costing more, because it’s the need for extra pages etc. that ends up blowing out the costs for POD).

That being said, I am working on non-fanfictiony stories (this should be the official name :D) that are in book form. But they’ll be - at least initially - eBooks. I’m hoping to release the first in the next 3-6 months (it mostly depends on how fast a turnaround I can get from my primary beta, who is extremely heavily pregnant, lol). If there’s enough of a call for it, especially through Patreon and similar spaces, I’ll consider a POD outlet too like Lulu. (I’m already a member there, just in case).

(And I would just about kill to get a real-life bound copy of Game Theory too anon oh my god. Like trust me, if it happened, there’d probably be like, little internal illustrations and the cover would get the whole works and so on but it’d be such a vanity project. With my health and stuff, it’s hard to justify years of work when there’s so many other things to be working on.

anonymous asked:

Tbh I think Niall has the best music but I don't find him very attractive. It depends on the picture, sometimes he's good looking but sometimes unattractive. I know he's down to earth but he could learn something from Harry's look. Perfect world, I'd combine them for Harry's looks and Niall's music!

Keith feels like he just sprouted out of the ground in the desert somewhere and never left and Lance is Cuban but somehow they still have that East coast/West coast rivalry going on


Weighted chin-up with 20 kg/45 lbs! This is 1/3 of my body weight, so I’m pretty pumped about this one 💪🏻 I remember the days in high school gym class fitness testing when I couldn’t even do one chin-up. My, how things have changed 😜

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