Some Things Nobody Tells You About Being in a Wheelchair
You’re gonna get all sorts of advice on how to think, what to think, how to be positive, how to keep abled-bodied people comfortable. However, almost nobody is going to tell you how to be disabled, if you catch my drift. Very few people actually want to talk about it, so without further adieu, here are some things I wish somebody told me:
-Getting out of your car in the rain is terrifying. It’s a slippery, wet hell.
-The snow is even worse. People are going to shovel into accessible parking spots. Or worse, they won’t shovel it. You will inexplicably have to cancel plans at some point or another due to the snow.
-Mud and dirt. All over your hands, all the time.
-Yes, your shoulders are going to be sore for the first few months, and anytime you over exert.
-Yes, your butt is going to ache after sitting all day.
-Invest in side guards!! Seriously, they’ll save your clothes. I personally like the removable kind, because it’s easier to transfer with them off.
-Scissor breaks (or undermount breaks) are fantastic for saving your thumbs from the pain of jamming them on the break, however they’re more money.
-You will face-plant. It will happen, and it will be mortifying. We’ve all been there.
-Get some cycling gloves!
-People really do stare.
-They also really do ask inappropriate questions. Be prepared.
-The world isn’t all that accessible. Even when places claim to be, they aren’t always. Restaurants are a personal hell for me because the tables are always too close together and they never have accessible bathrooms.
-Your hands are going to get gross. Mine are calloused and nasty 24/7. If you get manicures then this won’t be as bad, but you’ll still have to say goodbye to smooth hands.
-Learn how to wheelie. You’re going to have to wheelie of curbs, bumps in the sidewalk, all the stuff.
-Your shoes are going to last forever, which is fantastic, but it’s almost impossible to break them in.
-If you put a backpack on the back of your chair (which you should) make sure it’s not too heavy, or else you’ll fall backwards when you wheelie.
-Keep your chair clean. Tweeze the grime and hair from your caster wheels at least every 4 weeks. Keep your tires full of air.
-Carry around an allen wrench in your bag or backpack. You might never need it, but if you do, you’ll be really glad to have it.
-If you’re planning of wear high heels, consider lowering your footplate so that your knees aren’t too high up.
-Consider getting a hand held shower head. It just makes life easier.
I’m literally screaming at silver standing up and being like “of course billy is gonna do everything he can to fix this :) of course :) of course billy would never do anything to violate the trust I’ve put in him :) right?!?! :) isn’t that right sweaty?!?! :) :) :) because if he did that :) ha :) one can only imagine what I would do :)”
A/N: this is my first fic ever posted here! I’d love any feedback, comments, questions, etc. I’ve done this water challenge with friends, and let me tell you, it gets pretty crazy.
I hope you enjoy!
“Wait…explain it to
“It’s called the Water Challenge, you have to fill up your
cheeks with water.“
“And then see how fast I can drink this whole thing?” Bucky
held up the water pitcher. “Newsflash, doll, my bladder can only hold so much.”
You giggled. “No, you
hold water in your mouth—I do it too, don’t give me that face—then we’ll try to
make each other laugh. Whoever laughs and lets all the water fall out loses.”
“Where’d you find this?”
“Of course it was Buzzfeed,” Bucky sighed, shaking his head
You were sitting crossed legged in the living room, movie
cases strewn haphazardly on the coffee table and plates everywhere. The team had left for a quick two-day mission,
leaving you and Bucky alone in the tower. It was something you relished in,
loving how you had Bucky all to yourself. The two of you were best friends but recently
your thoughts around him had taken a…different route. A more-than-friends
Taking the pitcher you filled both of the glasses with water
and handed one to your opponent.
“But isn’t this better than another day filling out the paperwork
Bruce left us?”
“True. And I get to
spend it with you,” he said, poking your nose with his index finger. You could
feel yourself blush, so you busied yourself with smoothing down the
Your lack of attention was a mistake. You yelped as he
flicked his half-full glass at you. Mouth in a gaping ‘O’, you said, “I see how
its going to be! What happened to Skeptical Bucky?”
“He’s still here, but it’s still a challenge, and I plan to
win. Got a problem with that doll?” An
evil grin spread across his handsome face.
“Okay.” You watched
him shift to refill his glass, your eyes gravitating towards his lips. Then your mouth opened, and you surprised
even yourself with what came out. “If I
win, you have to kiss me.”
The pitcher stopped as if time was frozen. “And if I win?”
“Then I have to kiss you.”
Courage. Can’t say it’s not spontaneous.
Water dripped agonizingly slow into the cup, yet when your
eyes met Bucky’s again, his were a shade darker blue than before. “Sounds reasonable. Ready?”
You sat up straighter and both of you lifted your glass in a
‘cheers’ motion before downing it. The water sloshed around in your mouth;
thank the stars you weren’t thirsty or this challenge would have been torture. You started off simple, wide then narrowed
eyes, crossing them to look at your nose.
Small smile. No water.
Bucky’s turn. He
waggled his heavyset eyebrows to imitate the wave. You arranged your face to show that he had to
try harder. As much as you wanted that
kiss, you weren’t going to lose on purpose.
Back and forth the two of you devised creative ways to make
each other laugh, but to no avail. Bucky
was a surprisingly good competitor; it wasn’t your first time playing the
challenge, and truthfully you had been expecting to win right off the bat. Time to up the intensity.
You flicked his cheek, resulting in a hollow sound that
nearly made you lose it when paired with his shocked expression. Knowing Bucky as well as you did, you could imagine
what he was thinking.
‘Did you just flick me?’
‘Whatcha going to do
about it, old man?’
A jet of water was sprayed at your face in answer.
‘Alright. No more Mrs. Nice Y/N’
You reached out and started to tickle his sides, an action that made him recoil back. Or so you thought.
Movement happened, and suddenly Bucky sat smugly on your legs, pinning you to
the ground. Never breaking eye contact,
he reached teasingly for the water pitcher and dangled it right above your
face. His smirk was simultaneously as hot, and as terrifying as hell.
tried to wiggle out from under Bucky—-splash.
You were utterly and completely soaked, as was the couch and the carpet
beneath you. You sighed in resignation, pretending to be annoyed by Bucky’s muffled
laughter. He was close to breaking…and off-balance, pumping his fists in premature victory, if you had anything to do with it.
You used your training to flip him over so you were
straddling him. Grabbing a pillow off
the couch, you promptly dropped it from your height onto his head. To add insult to injury you spit all your
water on your best friends’ face after he pushed the pillow off.
“Who’s wet now!”
This time Bucky couldn’t hold it in and he gasped out his water;
you could feel his laughs resonating through your legs, and you realized what a
compromising position you were in.
Apparently, Bucky was thinking the same thing. His hands moved to rest on your waist, one
warm, one cool; your eyes watched as his sinful tongue flicked out to make his
lips more inviting. The mood of the room had quickly switched from playful to
something deeper, more intimate.
“Well, doll. I think I won.”
“Yeah…guess you did.”
You both knew what that meant. The courage from earlier
crept back. Your fingers weaved their way into his soft locks, and you
finally leaned down so those captivating blue eyes were closer closer, parted
“Good evening Mr. Stark, welcome home.”
A ding of the
elevator and F.R.I.D.A.Y. startled you enough
to tumble off Bucky. You scampered onto
the couch before the team could come down the hall.
Why oh why did they have to come back now? You stole a nervous glance at the boy you were about to kiss not
ten seconds ago.
Slowly, Bucky pushed himself up to lean against the opposite
couch, cleared his throat, and used both hands to push back his hair. That tongue swiped at his lips again and it
was all you could do to stay on the couch. You swore you could see an expression of frustration
cross his features when your teammates emerged from around the corner, but you were
probably just hoping. Really hoping.
“Hey you two,” Steve greeted. The chorus of ‘hellos’ followed from the rest
of the team. Sam and Tony whizzed over the fridge, Nat took a seat at the
island, and the others drifted off to their respective rooms.
“Hey,” you said. Your
fingers fiddled with the bottom of your pants and you fought to keep your
attention on Steve’s report of their success.
“It was an open-and-shut case, we just went in and the
scientists confessed immediately,” he said, “it’s actually nice to have people cooperate
with us for once.”
“Less discus,” Tony mumbled through his sandwich.
Clint returned to sit on the couch. You and Bucky exchanged an alarmed look, all awkward
gone–he ducked his head away, shoulders shaking. You had to cover your mouth
with your hand for fear of bursting out laughing.
“Why is the floor so wet?!”
“Blame Buzzfeed!” you yelled, grabbing Bucky’s hand and escaping to your room.
“That game was absolutely ridiculous, Y/N,” he chuckled,
shutting the door behind him. “I’m soaked.”
“Gives a new meaning to ‘within spitting distance’ huh?”
He took a few steps closer.
“You know what? I think I’d prefer to be within kissing distance.”
Your heart skipped a beat; you didn’t hope after all. “Well,
currently, we have no other options.”
Bucky titled his head. “Was that a water pun?”
“You’ve gotta stop doing that,” he laughed slightly and
looked up at the ceiling.
“Doing what?” you asked with a taunting grin. Bucky reached
out and tucked a loose piece of hair behind your ear. His hand lingered,
cupping your cheek.
“Saying things that make me want to kiss you.”
Your heart was beating so fast you were sure he could hear
it. Feel it too, since he leaned in so his forehead rested against yours.
“What if I told you not only was that one pun, it was two.”
“Then I’d have to do this.”
Bucky lowered his lips to meet yours, the moment you had
dreamed of for so long. The kiss was
soft and gentle and chaste at first. Then Bucky’s arms encircled your waist,
and you reached up and tangled yours around his neck, adding more pressure to
your lips, deepening the kiss. Your
parted lips opened further, allowing your tongues to earnestly say hello. Finally you pulled apart, arms still around one another.
“I’ve been wanting to do that for so long…”
“Me too,” you breathed.
“I think I like winning.” The corner of his mouth twitched
up in a lopsided grin.
“Don’t get used to it, I demand a rematch.” You
bumped his nose with yours. “But later,” you said, pulling him in for another kiss, “we haven’t completed the stakes yet.”
Stay Away | Zach Dempsey x Reader (ft. Monty Dela Cruz)
Genre: Angst, Romance POV: Reader’s/First Person Warning: Containg swearing, violence and sexual harrasment!!
A/N: This was personally hard for me to write, but it was requested. It’s a bit heavy and it’s not the usual fluffy write-up you guys often get from me. Nonetheless, I will be posting a new fluff piece tomorrow, so stay tuned! Meanwhile, I hope you guys like this for now.
Request: Hai, I was wondering if you could do an imagine where Zach and his girlfriend (the reader) are hanging out and he despite her trying to hide them he sees a bunch of bruises on her and gets really worried and mad asking her what happened only for her to tell him that Montgomery had beat her up in a drunken state because she refused to sleep with him. This causes Zach to get mad and go beat him up and threatening him to never go near the reader again.
Zach and I were watching TV when he suddenly said he was hungry. I pout at him and sigh as a response as I got up from the sofa and make my way to the kitchen to quickly cook something up. Zach was feeling a bit hungover after yesterday and he loved being treated like a baby whenever he was sick. I took out 2 bowls of instant ramen to satisfy his hunger.
I held onto the sleeves of my sweater while leaning on the kitchen counter as I waited for the water to boil. The incident from Jessica’s party last night replayed in my mind once again. Zach would flip if he knew and I didn’t want to ruin Zach and Monty’s friendship. Besides, Monty was just drunk, I think to myself, he was just intoxicated and didn’t know what he was doing. But it still wasn’t an excuse, I continue to think. The incident scared me, Monty, scared me.
“Two friends bring along a newcomer to go on a killing spree.“
9. Compliance (2012)
“When a prank caller convinces a fast food restaurant manager to
interrogate an innocent young employee, no-one is left unharmed. Based
on true events.“
8. Deadgirl (2008)
“Two high school boys discover an imprisoned woman in an abandoned mental asylum who cannot die.“
7. Cannibal Holocaust (1980)
“A New York University professor returns from a rescue mission to the
Amazon rainforest with the footage shot by a lost team of documentarians
who were making a film about the area’s local cannibal tribes.“
6. A Serbian Film (2010)
“An aging porn star agrees to participate in an “art film” in order to
make a clean break from the business, only to discover that he has been
drafted into making a pedophilia and necrophilia themed snuff film.“
5. Salò or 120 Days of Sodom (1975)
“Four fascist libertines round up nine adolescent boys and girls and
subject them to a hundred and twenty days of physical, mental and sexual
4. The Snowtown Murders or Snowtown (2011)
“Based on true events, 16 year-old Jamie falls in with his mother’s new
boyfriend and his crowd of self-appointed neighborhood watchmen, a
relationship that leads to a spree of torture and murder.“
3. The Girl Next Door (2007)
“Based on the Jack Ketchum novel of the same name, The Girl Next Door
follows the unspeakable torture and abuses committed on a teenage girl
in the care of her aunt…and the boys who witness and fail to report
2. Irreversible (2002)
“Events over the course of one traumatic night in Paris unfold in
reverse-chronological order as the beautiful Alex is brutally raped and
beaten by a stranger in the underpass.“
1. Martyrs (2008)
“A young woman’s quest for revenge against the people who kidnapped and
tormented her as a child leads her and a friend, who is also a victim of
child abuse, on a terrifying journey into a living hell of depravity.“
I’ve never been swept off my feet. I don’t get butterflies. In fact the whole idea of being swooned by anyone is foreign to me. Somehow, in the course of sixty seconds, this guy has managed to swoon me, then terrify the hell out of me.
Summary: Dean finally tells the Reader the three letter word.
Word Count: 928
Author’s Note: Heyy guys! So this was supposed to be for my own Music Shuffle Game, but then I realized that @d-s-winchester had a challenge that I volunteered for and I got the same song. So this is for her challenge too…although…I don’t remember the tag for it. So this probably doesn’t count *hides face* I hope you enjoy it!!
“He hates me,” you sighed, flopping down onto your bed with your phone pressed to your ear. The moment you’d got home you’d called Veronica since she was the mastermind behind this whole thing. You’d told her his reaction and how horrible you felt that you’d upset him so much. Part of you wanted to go and come clean to Jug but when you’d voiced this to Ronnie, she’d shut it down instantly. The plan was in motion and there was no stopping it.
“He doesn’t hate you, (Y/N). Stop being such a drama queen.” Although you couldn’t see her, you knew that Veronica was rolling her eyes at you right now.
You snorted. “Says the biggest drama queen I know.”
“Shutup. Look, Jughead doesn’t hate you. Our plan kind of worked, right? We got a reaction out of him. Just sit tight for a few hours then show up at Pop’s. I know for a fact he’s not going to be too mad to want to talk to you.”
i just realized that in the one shot mv yongguk is the only one who doesn't even consider running for cover when youngjae is shot (zelo too, kind of, but he looks mostly confused the whole time except when he tries to help YG) and it fucking hurts me bc it means that as soon as YJ is dead YG is fucking disregarding his own life just to get revenge for him and that shows just how much he cared about YJ and i'm sorry i'm getting one shot bangjae feels rn ;-;
BOI LEMME TELL YOU ABOUT MY BANGJAE ONE SHOT FEELS
YONGGUK PLAYING THE VIDEO ON THE LAPTOP AND BLINKING IN DISBELIEF THE MOMENT YOUNGJAE’S BLOODY FACE IS REVEALED. LIKE HE HAS TO DO A DOUBLE TAKE TO MAKE SURE WHAT HE’S SEEING IS REAL. THE WAY HE SLAMS HIS LAPTOP SHUT BC HE’S ABSOLUTELY FURIOUS AND TERRIFIED AS HELL FROM SEEING HIS BOY GETTING TORTURED ON CAMERA FOR HIM.
YONGGUK SITTING ALONE PRAYING AND KISSING HIS CROSS WHILE IMAGES OF YOUNGJAE BLEEDING AND YOUNGJAE SMILING FLASHES BEFORE HIS EYES. AND GETS BACK UP AGAIN. BACK TO REALITY. BACK TO WORK TO GET HIM BACK.
YONGGUK ONCE AGAIN SITTING IN A PRAYING POSITION AFTER THE HEIST AND EVERYONE’S COUNTING THE MONEY AND HIMCHAN PUTTING A HAND ON HIS SHOULDER AS IF TO SAY “IT’S GONNA BE OKAY, WE’LL GET HIM BACK” AND YONGGUK NODS AND GETS UP. LEAVES THE ROOM. NEEDS TO BE ALONE. DAEHYUN LOOKING LIKE HE WANTS TO GO AFTER HIM AND MAKE SURE HE’S OKAY.
YONGGUK’S FUCKING FACE WHEN YOUNGJAE WALKS TOWARDS HIM. YOUNGJAE’S FUCKING FACE TOO, FOR THAT MATTER. FIRST TIME I SAW THIS SHIT I ALMOST THOUGHT THEY WERE GONNA KISS??
AND JUST LIKE YOU SAID: YONGGUK’S FUCKING REACTION TO YOUNGJAE FALLING DEAD ON HIS KNEES RIGHT IN FRONT OF HIM. ALL OUT WAR. REVENGE. WHO CARES. IF YOUNGJAE DIES, WE ALL DIE.
YONGGUK’S FUCKING FACE IN THE ALTERNATIVE ENDING’S FLASHBACK, WHEN HE FINDS YOUNGJAE PLANTING THE BUG ON HIS CLOTHES. HE HAS SO MUCH LOVE AND TRUST FOR THIS BOY.
THE FACT THAT THE ENDING SHOT IS OF YOUNGGUK BEING HELD BACK BY THE SWAT TEAM WATCHING YOUNGJAE WALK AWAY FROM HIM WITH A LOOK IN HIS EYES THAT IS NOT ANGER BUT HURT. TO THE LYRICS FROM COMA “PLEASE DON’T GO”. FUCK.