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Do y’all ever just get ANGRY about how cool technology is inevitably used for evil. Like, smart homes could be such an exciting concept?

Imagine: your home is entirely voice activated. You can run yourself a bath when you’re exhausted and sore without having to get up to turn the water on. You can alleviate your anxiety about having left the stove on without having to leave work. The roomba can find your glasses for you when you drop them and all you have to do is ask.

Now imagine that this is all on a closed circuit! Your TV can predict what shows you’ll like, but it won’t give that information to a company that will use it for disturbingly specific advertisement. And everything has manual overrides, just in case.

Can you imagine a future where every car is self-driving? Maybe even solar powered? Or better yet, apply those same concepts to widespread public transportation! We could almost completely eliminate traffic jams.

My house could feed my cats while I’m on vacation! My fridge could tell me when I’m low on milk! I could brew coffee without getting out of bed!

Hell, most of this stuff already exists!

But nooooo, I can’t have any of it because there are people and companies out there who will actively use that stuff against me and I don’t want fucking Amazon to know what kind of underwear I own.

I’m not bitter or anything.

Bare // Jughead Jones Smut

Summary: Heading to Pops after the reoccurring verbal fight between your sibling and Dad, your boyfriend notices how tired you look. Admitting the fighting he takes you to his favourite place to wait for to calm down. Things get heated quick between Jughead and you.

Characters: Jughead x reader, Hermione Lodge, and Archie Andrews (mentioned)

Words: 1702

Disclaimer: I do not own Riverdale or the characters. I also want to clarify, in the tv series Jughead is NOT asexual and this is based on the series not the comics.

Warnings: Fluff, mention of fighting, and smut

Author: Caitsy

Tagging: At the bottom

A/N Someone posted wanting Jughead smut because there isn’t. Under the forever tags I’m adding them to a Riverdale taglist. If you want off please let us know.

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Originally posted by fyeahriverdale

The night was cold, the type of cold that seeped through the thickest of jackets and clung for hours. The type that made you think that you would die from hypothermia at any point despite compelling evidence that it wasn’t possible. You were trying to get away from the fighting between your sibling and father.

Lately it seemed that the sounds in the house were the screaming match that went down every night when you tried to sleep. You would sneak out half an hour into the fight and you always walked yourself to Pop’s for a milkshake. It was getting around that your home life was terrible.

“I’ll have a strawberry milkshake this time.” You mumbled digging into your pocket for change.

“It’s on the house.” Mrs. Lodge smiled seeing the pain and fatigue clinging on your features.

Normally you would argue that but as of lately you didn’t have the energy to do anything so you nodded before sitting down in a booth. It was late so you were one of the very few people sitting in the diner. You barely noticed the person that sat down in the booth until they spoke.

“Y/N.”

You looked up to see your boyfriend looking at you concerned, taking in the inky colours underneath your eyes. It wasn’t hard to see that sleep had evaded you for the last little while. It was concerning for Jughead.

“Hey.” You smiled placing your hands back into your lap while Jughead ran his eyes across your features, “Something wrong Jug?”

“Why are you here so late?”

“Can’t sleep-“

“The truth.” Jughead firmly said.

“I haven’t been sleeping.” You admitted, “I can’t fall asleep in a house where screaming takes place every night. There’s no peace at all.”

Jughead’s heart broke when the tears gathered as your voice broke in synch with his heart. You were normally one of the strongest girls he had ever known. When you learnt about his home situation you had fought him to tell the Andrews, despite Fred being a main reason why Jughead didn’t have a home anymore.

“Oh.” Jughead breathed sliding into your side of the booth instead. He wrapped his long arms around your shaking frame, leaning his chin on the top of your head, “It’s okay.”

“I’m sorry.” You mumbled, “Why are you out so late Jug?”

“Couldn’t write in the house. I’m so used to writing with you by my side or in here. I have words racing in my head but I couldn’t write with Archie playing his songs. He’s an amazing singer but those songs aren’t putting me in the writing mood.”

You chuckled as Jughead pressed a kiss to the top of your head. You were still wired so Jughead gripped your hand and tugged you out of the diner. The milkshake forgotten and if Hermione Lodge was being truthful, she hadn’t started making it when Jughead showed up.


You knew that he could see that you wouldn’t be able to sleep for awhile so he did something he knew you would like. The Twilight Drive-In was still in the process of being demolished but the shack that Jughead had slept in still stood.

“Come on.”

“Aren’t we trespassing?” You mumbled walking in while Jughead made sure the coast was clear.

“Probably.” He shrugged, “I know you though.”

You chuckled as the two of you dropped to the bed in silence. Jughead was different when it was just the two of you and not around your peers. You each had an uncanny distaste for public displays of affection to the disappointment of Kevin.

“Do you remember when I invited you here for our first date?” Jughead asked putting his arm around your shoulders.

“Of course I do!” You laughed.

“Movies, and when the second movie started I couldn’t help myself from kissing you.” Jughead whispered leaning his forehead against yours. The atmosphere got charged when he pressed his lips against yours.

“I remember you pulled back and I crashed mine against yours.” You breathed.

“I don’t…” Jughead trailed off before, “Can you refresh my memory?”

Without another word you pushed your body onto his lap and pushed his hat off his head. Your lips moved against each other passionately as you gasped when Jug’s hand came to rest of your thigh.

Jughead pulled away to trail his lips down your neck to suck on your collarbone. You released a breathy moan as you clenched his hair in your hands, arching into his chest. You took pride in knowing you had turned him on.

“Y/N…” Jughead breathed as you rubbed yourself on his hard on. He moaned as his head rested on your chest before gripping your hips in a bruising hold.

He pressed his hands on your hips down as he slowly dragged you up and down his lap. You hissed when your clit dragged across the zipper of his black jeans. He let go to push his jacket and sweater off his arms before returning his hands back to your hips.

You grinded against him harder both of you hissing and panting as you leaned down. You ran your lips slowly up his jaw, teasingly leaving small bites. You bit him at the same time he groaned lowly.

“I also remember what happened a few dates after that” you said as a smirk crossed your face as you began to speed up.

“You talking about the one that Archie walked in on?” Jughead smirked dragging his hands up under your shirt and pulling it off and onto the floor within seconds.

“More like the one after that.” You breathed slowly dragging his shirt up his body, “The one where we-“

You gasped when you turned flipped onto your back with Jughead hovering above you with one hand trailing fire down your chest to the button of your jeans. He slowly kissed the underside of your jaw while his fingers carefully and awkwardly undid the button and pulled back to remove your jeans.

“I’ll never get out of this.” Jughead whispered, his eyes igniting the fire in you to higher temperatures.

“Jug…please.” You whispered pulled him back down onto your body. The start had been intense but it slowed down, possibly because of the awkwardness, to wear you caressed each others skin.

You made quick work of Jughead’s black jeans by shoving them off by your feet along with his boxers. You moaned taking in his size despite it not being the first time you had seen each other naked.

“You’re wearing too many clothes. I’d prefer the soft, supple skin.”

With shaking fingers Jughead couldn’t entirely release your bra clasps with fluid movements but that was okay. With an apology breathed into the crook of your neck you switched positions with Jughead, now you straddled his thighs as you swiftly removed your underwear. Jughead had taken the time to stroke himself.

You took your tall and lean boyfriend splayed out on the cot with his green eyes darkened with desire and his tongue running over his swollen lips. Your heated gaze raked over his form from his ruffled raven hair going everywhere both from his hat and your fingers.

You didn’t even notice that his free hand had moved to the apex of your thighs. It never failed to amaze you how his touch could make you nearly collapse. You felt more than saw him move to lean against the wall and drag you up. In unison Jughead and you hissed as you sank down on him.

Jughead had this thing where he wouldn’t let either of you move as he let the feeling overpower him. A beat later he had you bouncing using his power as you felt boneless before you met him thrust for thrust. Swivelling your hips as you sank down you had Jughead gasping.

“Oh god.” You breathed squeezing your eyes closed as Jughead’s thumb pressed into your clit, “Holy sh-“

“I’m c-lose.” Jughead exclaimed tugging you down with his other hand. You ground your hips gripping his hair tightly. With a harsh brush against your clit you fell into your climax

Jughead got off on the way you came. You’re skin would colour into the most beautiful pink he had ever seen. Your toes and fingers would curl together while your nose crinkled at the strongest crest. Your hair would be a halo around your head and his favourite part was when his name fell from your lips like a raindrop from a flower petal.

Breathing was difficult as you both came down from your highs shaking from the intense love-making. Jughead dragged you down to lay down but the chill in the room caused goosebumps to raise on your body.

“We should probably go home.” Jughead breathed, “Getting caught by the cops in here wouldn’t be fun.”

“Yeah.” You yawned, “Do you want to stay over at my place?”

“What about your-“

“You know my parents love you. They’re fine with you staying if the door isn’t closed all the way.” You whispered.

In a comfortable silence you dressed quickly, only this time Jughead’s sweater was wrapped around you. In typical fashion it was much too big on you but in your rush to get out of your house you had grabbed the thinnest sweater you had by accident. Jug’s hat was back on his head and his arm was around your shoulder.

Jughead had a lot of shades to himself where he was a novelist, student, best friend and boyfriend. He was sarcastic and intelligent with a certain way of words. He was cool and collected with a witty remark to anything but he was different behind closed doors. Sex with Jughead wasn’t the smooth sailing in tv shows and movies but instead it was true with awkwardness that dissipated when you got more and more well versed with each others bodies.

“I love you.” Jughead whispered into your hair when you were asleep in his arms in the safety of your room. He didn’t say it often but he showed it a lot. Jughead loved you even if he didn’t say the words and you returned the same feelings.

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One And Only

IMAGINE: Both Mary and John know that (Y/N) has Sherlock wrapped around her finger. Sherlock, being Sherlock refuses to believe this. Can one dance change his mind? 

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[gif is not mine. a bit fluffy and ooc of sherlock (sometimes).] 

warnings: none

words: 1059


He stood there bashfully, no not bashful but just not wanting to interact with people. He was watching her, like what he did with others. He deduced her and found her fascinating, he usually wasn’t attracted to anyone, he was a lone wolf with the exception of his brother and John. Why was he suddenly feeling this way?

He saw her dance with her colleague, maybe? Or her friend? Either way he was jealous and he did not like feeling this way. Although lately he’s been feeling jealous if there was a guy anywhere near her, or who looked at her like a piece of meat. He felt possessive over her.

She was beautiful today, like any other day. She was wearing casual clothes, her hair up in a bun and a smile that graced her face. How did he get to meet her?

“Hello you.” She greeted him as she walked up to him. “What are you doing here all alone?” She gave him a hug which he hesitantly returned.

“Hello. You know me, this is a good place to observe.” He waved his hand around and gave her a small smile.

“Well, stop observing and dance with me. This is a club, you know? You dance, you socialise and you don’t deduce,” she laughed, not at him but with him. “So, come on stop it and have fun!” Her voice went a bit husky at the end and he felt unnecessary  blood flowing between his legs.

“Can I just sit here instead? I haven’t been to one of these, I don’t know what to do.”

“Alright fine,” she pouted, “but let me buy you a drink and we can socialise together.” She winked at him as she walked over to the bar.

He walked over to a free booth and sat down. ‘This place is odd.’ “She’s got you wrapped around your finger huh?” He heard John as he sat down next to him. “She’s good for you Sherlock. You both deserve each other.” Mary who sat next to him nodded enthusiastically. “See? Mary agrees with me.”

“What are you talking about?” Sherlock feigning innocence. “We are nothing but friends.”

“But friends turn into lovers Sherlock,” Mary put her input in, “and I can see the way she looks at you she feels the same way. That girl is enamoured with you.”

Sherlock couldn’t help but feel something stir inside him. ‘Well this is a weird feeling.’ “Wow, Sherlock Holmes speechless, that’s one for the books.” John teased him as he sipped his beer.

“What’s this? Sherlock being speechless?” He saw her as she tried not to tip over the beers she was holding. “Who managed to make him speechless? I want to personally meet them.” She winked at him as she slid over next to him.

‘She smells like fruit. Apple and grapefruit, not one of those really fruity smells, just the right ratio. And it smells heavenly.’  “No one’s managed to make me speechless.”

“Well, that’s sad.” She laughed along with John and Mary.

“How was your trip to the bar?” Sherlock asked, he wasn’t good at this. Never was. That’s why he stayed out of dating.

She gave him a confused look, “It was fun, I guess? I got a discount off the beers.”

He saw John silently chuckling to himself and gave him a glare. “Well, this is a great club. How did you find this?”

She shrugged, “It isn’t really a bar, more like a get together social thing.” She furrowed her brows and laughed. “I know, what a great description but that’s the best I can do. That’s why I’m friends with you, you’re great at describing things.” She winked at him and scooted closer to him.

“That’s why you’re friends with me?”

“Of course.” She linked her arms around Sherlock’s neck and nuzzled his neck. “I’m kidding. You’re a great man, there’s a lot more reasons as to why I’m friends with you but I can’t be bothered.”

Sherlock felt heat rush up to his neck and face. John raised one of his eyebrows at him. “Excuse me?” Sherlock and John’s stare were interrupted by a man. “Sorry to bother, but I was just wondering if you would like to dance?” He turned to her and offered his hand.

He saw her blush and felt jealousy creeping in again. “Sorry,” she briefly looked at Sherlock, “I’m feeling a bit tired and I just don’t feel like dancing.” She gave him one of her trademark smiles.

“Oh, okay then.” He gave her a brief grin and walked away.

Sherlock felt relieved and relaxed in his spot. The four of them talked on for about 25 minutes until she heard her favourite song. “Ladies and Gentleman now is the time to take your loved ones out to dance floor.”  The song ‘One and Only’ by Adele began.

“I love this song!” She exclaimed as she jumped out of the booth. “Dance with me please?” She held out her hand to Sherlock who had an impassive look on his face. “I always dance to this song.”

John and Mary watched the scene unfold before them. They really did think that she was perfect for Sherlock. They complimented each other, very well infact.

Sherlock felt the odd sensation in his stomach again. It felt nice. He didn’t reply to her but just took her hand and led them to the dance floor. “I thought you were tired?” He held her waist as one of her hands clutched his arm and took his other hand.

“Can I tell you a secret?” She whispered into his ear. He nodded. “I just didn’t want to dance with him, I wanted to dance with someone else.” She rested her head on his chest.

‘This feels nice. More than nice. Indescribable.’ “Who?”

“Guess. You’re good at this.” She felt his chest rumble with a silent laugh. “Figured it then did you?”

‘Yes.’ He responded with a hum. ‘I could get used to this.’ He gripped her waist a bit tighter and she hugged him tighter.

John and Mary who were still sitting in the booth both smiled at each other and raised their glasses. “Who do you think will ask first?” Mary asked her husband.

“Her.” Mary laughed and nodded. “But the first to say I love you? Him.”

Character description: an ancient cosmic abomination with a form that no human eye can comprehend. Trying to understand it’s form will drive you mad.

What I imagine:

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Shuri: Yoink is the opposite of yeet
Peter P: But it’s just as fast.
Tony: It’s freaking 2 am, GO TO SLEEP

Heartbeat Drives You Mad

Sweet Pea x Reader

Part One

Warnings: Violence, swearing, graphic description of violence, alluding to rape. 

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The air in the Wyrm was thick with smoke, people were packed in like sardines. Our pool table was surrounded by the newest Serpent members, their stares were burning a hole into the side of my head as I aimed at the cue ball, slotting yet another ball into the pocket; earning a groan from Fangs. I looked up and glared in their direction, watching all their faces quickly grow pale and turn away. I smirked knowing that I scared them. Sometimes my height came with a prejudice, especially when combined with my jacket. I shook my head and watched as Fangs missed yet another pocket

“Here,” Toni nudged my arm and passed me a drink.
“I knew I kept you around for something, Topaz.” I smirked at her.
“I swear to God, you’re the worlds biggest pain in my ass.” She shook her head and went back to the bar.

I heard the music change and I rolled my eyes, swallowing what was left of my drink. Another girl was defiling herself in front of mobs of leering males and unamused females just to be affiliated with the Serpents. I had heard this song what felt like hundreds of times, My Darkest Days used to be a band I listened to, but now I just can’t even begin to stand a single song by them because of this damned ritual. The girl up there would have been my age, maybe a little bit older, blonde and pale. I pushed off the table I was leaning against, taking aim again.

“Is that Y/N?” Fangs pushed me, I missed.
“What?” I questioned, standing up.
“There.” He pointed to the side of the stage, her arms hugged around her.
“Oh hell no.” I tossed my pool stick at Fangs and pushed my way through the crowd.

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Car rides with Tom

  • Tom dancing to every song that comes on the radio
  • Joking with tom that he should give up acting to have a singing career
  • Tom putting his hand out to keep you from being tossed forward when some idiot cuts you guys off and he has to break fast
  • Tom getting pissed at the driver because you could have been hurt
  • Tom whining to you that he can’t drive right if you don’t hold his hand
  • If he’s driving a stick shift, hed have your hand under his on the shifter, showing you how.
  • Doing an Instagram live and critiquing his driving “that’s a rolling stop Mr. Holland, that’s one strike against you”
  • Taking snaps of yourself with toms Sun glasses on and bobbing your head to music
  • Feeding tom snacks on a really long drive
  • Tom kissing the back of your hand
  • You offering to drive because it’s getting dark and he’s been driving the whole time.
  • Tom in the passenger seat looking up at you driving
  • Doing an Instagram live where he just talks about what a great driver you are “and she doesn’t go above the speed limit guys! She goes under!”
  • Tom trying to be a backseat driver.
  • Tom playing sexual music and wiggling his eyebrows at you
  • Tom’s hand our your thigh while he’s scrolling through Instagram.
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hey-hamlet  asked:

AU Prompt: The villains are heroes. Something bad happens and villains end up publically running japan. To be a hero is to be a terrorist, it's a death sentence. Still, there are people who try. Last bastions of a heroic society some 30 years gone. All Might, and the last dregs of UA are spread out across Japan, training anyone who even considers being a hero. Izuku wants, no, needs to be a hero. He has someone to save.

DFGFDDSCVx @north-peach

–History has a way of being rewritten by the victor. When Sensei (All for One) managed to slip his own agents into government positions without notice, it was the beginning of the end. When he started leaking false accusations for actual heroes, and setting up situations for his people to become the ‘hero’ the people looked up to…it was too late to stop it. It was a series of carefully manipulated laws, situations, and incidents that saw villains sitting in power. And as years passed, less and less believed the real heroes, less and less remembered the truth. Some were convinced of the lies instead.

–Izuku grew up running. Always running, because his mother had landed herself with the title ‘terrorist’ when he was seven, and the villains in charge noticed how smart he was. Noticed how he could break quirks down in moments, and was creative about how to use even the most simple of quirks for ‘hero’ work.

–schools are set up that way now. If teachers notice certain ‘children’ with abilities or quirks or anything they think would help their ‘heroes’ they are supposed to alert a higher authority who then assesses the information and chooses to pass it higher, which continues until someone high enough has their attention caught. 

–Izuku makes it far enough up the chain that attention is brought to him. People in government suits show up at the Midoriya household, and they try to take Izuku. For a ‘training’ program, they swear. 

–But Inko remembers. Inko was there for the Fall. She knows that will happen if she hands her child over now. She knows she’ll never see him again, that the villain-heroes will use him and toss him away. The fact that she remembers what Was is why Izuku wants to be a hero so badly- she used to tell him stories all the time.

    -So when the agents come for her son, Inko retaliates. Three men die that day, inside her home, after she invited them in for tea and to ‘talk’ with a smile on her face. (the human body is made up of so many small objects, after all)

–Inko leaves the bodies where they are, sat on her couch and leaning back, like they’d just fallen asleep, nothing but the deep blooming bruises to hint at the internal bleeding she had caused pulling at their insides.

she rushes to get the two of them packed, made easier by the fact she has Go-Bags set and ready already. (She wasn’t stupid she knew this day would come. She had long been considered a ‘terrorist’ in this age, even before this incident, having been playing ‘vigilante’ for years, saving those that she could in this new age, hiding children and families, guiding them, and keeping them safe where she could. The Bakugous had helped her for just as long.)

–When Inko rushes out of her house, setting it alight, she leaves with the Bakugou family at her side (she would later find out that Mitsuki had been fielding her own ‘government visits’ for Katsuki as well. Her husband had been the one to deal with that- kind he may be, but he was a fiercely protective man that could sweat acid, even if he had to be creative with its use)

–So Izuku, Kacchan, and their parents had grown up running from place to place, silent heroes in places they could manage it, staying a step ahead of the government that would call them terrorists and see them ‘dealt with’. They’d grown up close as brothers, and swearing they were going to be real heroes no matter what. 

–Over the years, the children and their parents come into contact with Aizawa, and through him the remains of UA. They come into contact with various runaways, and those that Inko had helped to hide or save previously. And they are saved in return. They are offered training, given contacts in the various cities they hop through, even though they’re young. The villains wont care about that after all.

–and the UA staff can see the potential in these boys, see the heroes that they would have become BEFORE. They are set to offer them a place in their ranks long before they reach an age that the teachers would feel comfortable teaching them what they need to know to survive the choice.

–And then their parents get taken, buying them time to get out.

–And it becomes not just a matter of ‘wanting’ to be a hero to fight the  villains that have overtaken everything. It becomes a need

–Izuku is a sweet boy, And Katsuki is loud but not as brash and violent as cannon- he couldn’t be, in a life on the run where all they had for certain in the morning was each other. But both boys are determined and driven and so very smart.

–The Villains made a mistake, when they gave these boys a personal reason to fight them. A deeper, stronger reason for them to stand up and say “NO MORE”

–Izuku doesn’t meet All Might until after this, when he and Katsuki have been causing a Series of Very Unfortunate Events for those in charge, and causing stirs when they leak information All for One would REALLY rather not get out into the world he’s taken (taking) over thanks. 

–Because these boys are smart, and working together, they can and WILL pick the world apart for their own, can and WILL dismantle centuries of work, absolutely will not hesitate to destroy everything the government of villains has worked for and built, even if it takes them YEARS.

Heartbeat Drives You Mad

Part Two. 

Sweet Pea x Reader

Warnings: little bit of violence, swearing… FLUFF. SUE ME. Also… Best friend Toni vibes. 

A/N: Alright, so I know I only just posted part one… But I was on a roll and decided why not do a second? Anyways… Happy reading! Send me asks and requests, taglists are available too! 

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“Hey! Y/N!” I turned around to see Riley jogging behind me down the school hall.
“Hi,” I smiled.
“Where have you been? We tried calling you on Sunday!” Shit. I forgot our Pop’s meet up.
“Oh… Uh I had some things come up. Sorry.” I shrugged, turning to open my locker.
“Don’t tell me, it was a Serpent thing.” She rolled her eyes, I grew annoyed.
“If you don’t like them Riley, no one is forcing you to be around them.” I sighed, pulling out my english novel.
“I just don’t understand how you can be so okay with them. They’re thugs Y/N/N.” She was leaning against the adjacent locker.
“I’m okay with them because I understand them.” I bit back, closing my locker a little harshly than I intended.
Okay then.” She rolled her eyes. “I’ll see you at lunch then, if you don’t jet off to the Southside.” She thought I didn’t hear that last part.

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modern!AU jester drives around in a hot pink mini cooper that has a layer of candy wrappers on the floor and a bumper sticker on the back that says ‘THE TRAVELER IS MY COPILOT’

fjord drives a pick up truck from the late 90s that has a cooler and fishing poles in the back. he has a dash cam and one of those air fresheners that smell like the most powerful vanilla you’ve ever smelled.

beau’s got a blue sport motorcycle with like, really illegal modifications to it. like neon chassis lights, an obscured license plate, the loudest pipes you can imagine, a fucking stereo.

molly drives this van specifically

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that he uses to cart around yasha, caleb, and nott because none of them have cars

when you’re ready「part two」

synopsis: reader found out shawn wrote ‘when you’re ready’ about another girl

a/n: i am very sorry about the long wait, but there was something about this that took me forever to write. so after literally six rewrites and lots of complaining, here it is, part two <3

there will not be a part three

warnings: language

when you’re ready 「part one」

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The bright red building is taunting you, making you physically have to turn your head and impatiently count down the seconds until the light turns green.

 You turn the radio up louder, hoping that it will distract you from the overwhelming urge to turn left into the Tim Horton’s drive-through. You imagine coming home with a bag full of timbits and two hot chocolates, your usual order, but you know that it would be wrong of you to do something so mundane. So familiar. Especially with the conversation you have planned.

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I think there are a lot of people who have a mental concept of, and can be accommodating of, disability-related “I cannot do this” but don’t have a concept of, and are terrible at accommodating, disability-related “the cost of doing that is much higher for me than for most people”. 

That’s probably for a lot of reasons. The cost of doing something is mostly invisible to other people, while not being able to do something at all is really visible. Disabled people often themselves don’t have the concept “doing this is much harder for me than for other people” and think “other people work harder than me” or “I suck” or “I hate doing that but don’t know why”. It’s much easier to evaluate and verify ‘impossible’ than ‘really costly and awful’. 

And if something is easy for you, it can be really hard to imagine what it being costly would be like. I bet most people who can drive have an easier time imagining “you can’t drive”, which they can imagine like “you don’t have access to a car”, than “you can drive, but drives of more than ten minutes will usually (but not always) give you a headache and a buzzing sensation that lasts on-and-off for the next few hours, and drives of more than half an hour are so exhausting you had better be able to nap for hours when you reach your destination, and turning the radio on keeps you awake but makes you spatial awareness worse”. 

This is terrible because far more disability things manifest as “the cost of doing that is much higher” than as “doing that is impossible”.