work for us kids


Luffy’s outfits through the series 

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some unlucky kiddos :’)


It kinda sucks. It really sucks. I like kids and I work with kids and I’m totally used to it and it still sucks. It hurts my feelings.

I didn’t become disabled and get an instant magical free training in how to teach kids about disability and diversity. I also didn’t sign up for a delicate unpaid education-and-outreach job every time I go to the frickin’ grocery store. (I actually don’t have time for that).

BUT. And this is a big butt.

I am actually learning to love it, this stupid important unpaid job that I didn’t even get to choose.

I know I know, I have an unfair advantage because I already thought kids were ridiculous and hilarious to begin with. And I worked with them before I started using a wheelchair. But working with kids and having to have the disability conversation in so many iterations so many times over is teaching me a whole lot about this whole situation! And it got much less stressful after I realized this helpful key secret:

kids don’t actually have a problem with disability.

Especially compared to the adults you encounter who will or won’t ask about it and will or won’t hire you or date you or what-have-you, so many kids have absolutely no problem with disability. Unless the media // the adults around them have gotten to their brains before you, this whole conversation might be alarmingly simple, quick, and painless:


“hey why are you on that?” [“on that” refers to my wheelchair]. 

(whenever possible I put down what I’m doing in order to smile and make eye contact for this. It will probably be less than 20 seconds).

“oh my wheelchair? Great question! I have a disability that makes my bones crack easily, so it’s safer and faster for me to use a wheelchair sometimes. It’s just how I help my body be at its best!”


“cool right?”


“did you have any other questions?” [I only throw that in on good days]

“um. nope!”

[kid goes to play]


My advice is to expect Scenario One. All you gotta do to prepare is have a one-sentence explanation of your assistive device / disability that you feel comfortable with. Kids do not give a shit about your diagnosis, and you don’t need to prove anything to them. All they need from you is a simple, casual answer.

I * always * explicitly use the word disability for a few reasons. I used to just casually say “I fractured my leg” which was also true, but kids learn really early on to feel pity for someone who has an injury, so they would say things like “ohh I feel bad for you” or “oh when will you get better” which always made the conversation longer and more uncomfortable. Then I realized I had a lot of power in shaping their interaction with disability (and their response to it) in these brief encounters, and also I GET TO DECIDE HOW I ANSWER! So I revised my answer to frame my injuries (and my wheels), as a normal, casual part of my life. Feel free to use my exact wording if it helps you:

“oh my wheelchair? Great question! I have a disability that   (very basic explanation)     so it’s safer and faster for me to use a wheelchair sometimes. It’s just how I help my body be at its best!”

Okay I studied sociolinguistics in college so here’s my geeky little break-down:

  • oh my wheelchair?” ← gives a nice nonchalant “oh this old thing” vibe and sends the message that it’s okay and normal to talk about wheelchairs.
  • great question!” ← teaches the child that disability is not shameful
  • I have a disability that ___” ← addresses the taboo right away, deflating any tension, awkwardness, and curiosity in the rest of the conversation. Suddenly you have all the power here, since there’s no secret anymore.
  • so it’s safer and faster for me to use a wheelchair” ← emphasizes the positive attributes of assistive devices. You could also say “it helps me do everything I want to do” or “my wheels are faster than my feet” or whatever you want. Again, simplicity works for you in this.
  • It’s just how I help my body be at its best!” ← hopefully kids are already getting some messaging about taking care of their bodies: brushing their teeth, eating a snack, sleeping enough, etc. This line should be relatable to them and also caps the conversation in a helpful way: it’s almost like saying “this is just how it is” and creates a sense of gentle, positive closure.

My personal opinion on the matter of disclosure is that the vast majority of kids don’t care at all about the fancy name of your disability. I don’t emphasize simplicity because I think kids need to be talked down to, I emphasize simplicity because it keeps the conversation clear, casual, and quick. In the adult world, disclosure is practically demanded of disabled people: even if they don’t ask, everyone wants to know what, exactly, is “wrong” with you. So my choice in not naming my specific disability in these conversations with kids is conscious and political. Not disclosing my diagnosis keeps our conversation out of the medical sphere (disabled people are so over-medicalized anyway) and gives us a chance to connect human-to-human. Some people feel that sharing a diagnosis will raise “awareness” for their illness or disability but I’m not sure that awareness is what I need from kids. I don’t need them to be aware that my bod has wonky collagen production, I need them to know how to interact with me respectfully. I’m not adamantly against specific diagnosis disclosure, (again, YOU GET TO CHOOSE what you say in these situations!) but I also don’t think it’s necessary or important and I think more often than not, it derails the conversation. Especially if you already didn’t have time for this to begin with. Guaranteed, a diagnosis disclosure will add time to this convo.

Often kids will ask what happened to you, assuming that you’ve had some kind of accident. I have a congenital disability, so even when I * have * fractured and had an ‘accident’ and that is why I’m wheeling instead of walking, I usually just casually say: “oh, nothing happened! Same old me. I have a disability…” and continue my spiel from there. 

They will also ask what’s wrong with you (which is the hardest to stomach) and I do the same thing: “oh, nothing’s wrong! I just have a disability…” etc. If I’m just absolutely not in the mood or if a kid seems weirdly aggressive (which is almost never the case, but it does happen), I’ll cheerfully say “oh nothing’s wrong, but thank you so much for asking!” and that usually shuts down the conversation. 

Lovelies, I know how fucking painful this is. Ugh it sucks so much. But it does get easier and gentler and sometimes kids say really goofy things that you get to laugh about later. This conversation is yours. You get to do as you please with it. Have fun. If you want, for little ones throw in an afterthought: “plus it gives me magical powers. But don’t tell anyone.” Having someone look at you like you could be legitimately fucking magical might make your day. 

Hell, you ARE legitimately fucking magical. Go you for reading this and thinking about this and doing you. 



Self-banishing (with kids!)

My toddler cousin used to get *awful* night terrors a few months back (we all firmly believe her house is haunted).

So what does Auntie Cal do? I filled her fave hoola hoop with a nice lil concoction of anise, sea salt, bay, and basil. 

The result? This cute lil shit has unknowingly been banishing nasties on her own for three months now and has slept peachy keen ever since, and her parents are none the wiser HAHAHAHA witchcraft

Some Torbjörn Headcanons as of the latest comic update

Because of this lovely picture of his wife and kids (confirmed by Blizzard, folks, and in your faces people who don’t think he needs to have a lovelife!), I’ve now got a bunch of headcanons I want to share with you guys.

-Torbjörn carries a wallet with pictures of his kids in it. You know that gag in cartoons where someone opens their wallet and a folded photo sleeve and pictures unfolds? It’s like that. He loves pulling it out and showing off the new pictures in it.

-Reinhardt is honorary family. Brigitte, by extension, is as well. Reinhardt knows all the kids names, and keeps up to date on how they’re doing as much as he can.

-Tor’s got a normal-sized mechanical hand he wears a glove over when at home and not working on stuff there. It’s better for use around small kids and not knocking into things on accident. He switches to his favored claw when he’s working in the forge he no doubt has on the property. Once the kids start dating though, prospective dates of either gender (both the kids and the dates themselves) will be greeted with him wearing the claw.

-He always helps out with school projects. Directly if home, or just helping out via a video call.

-When his kids realizes who some of the cool people he now works with are, he has to get autographs for every one that asks. He was aware of who D.Va and Lucio were because of this.

-Anyone who is surprised that he is married, and has so many kids at his age is met with a look. With crossed arms. It’s usually met with the offender attempting to backtrack and cover their ass, before ultimately deciding to just shut up. A few people don’t take the hint and just keep going. Results vary as to what happens to them.

-Tor’s possibly built metal boxes the size of fridges so all drawings can be hung up, along with letters and report cards. They’d run out of room otherwise.

-If he’s being particularly stubborn about something regarding his health, Angela gives his wife a call. It has yet to fail.

-It was very carefully explained to the kids that they can’t currently tell anyone their father is working for Overwatch again, because of the Petras act.

i have a teacher who literally pins her only two classes against each other like she’ll tally up our class averages and tell them to each class and my class’ average is lower than her other class’ and she always says “uh-oh fourth period is beating you guys” and she sounds so disappointed like it pisses me off does she realize how many students with anxiety and shit are in her class and all honors teachers always say “you guys are honors kids you can handle it” like no, fuck you, I’m not some mini adult I’m still a child who can’t handle certain situations and work loads and you using that “but your an honors kid!” excuse is gettin old because i have friends that aren’t in honors who could kick my ass intellectually and handle more than i can and it just makes me so fucking angry why do they treat us like kids and adults at the same time I’m literally a teenager and by the time I’m twenty I’m still probably gonna have an urge to raise my hand to ask to go to the bathroom what the fuck I’m so mad

‘Aaaaay, Gency moment tonight

Queuing for qp and I go Mercy (as I do like 98% of the time) and we have a Genji on our team as well. Our team does amazing but our Genji was sort of the type to spam the need healing button, BUT what was REALLY cool and good of him to do was he actually returned to me and even thanked me once I healed him so I didn’t really care so much ??

Next round we’re put on opposite teams and wind up being friendly to each other regardless. So we just kinda sat down out of enemy lines and said our voice lines & stuff.

The teammates caught on and started making jokes in the match chat about our “tragic love story” lmao, and about how we, the lovers, were put up to fight against each other

anonymous asked:

I can sympathize with all the kids whose job prospects are being ruined by their helicopter parents. However, your parents meddling makes hiring managers worry they'll meddle in your daily work. "Mom won't let me use her car" & "My kid can't come in for their shift because they're grounded" HAVE happened. If you can't get your parents to understand that they are the problem, we'll hire someone who can. We ARE sorry about it, but we can't have your parents causing problems for the business.

Frank Zhang headcanons
  • when he gets really bad colds his sneezes tend to turn him into some animal or another 
  • he cries when Reyna retires from the Legion 
  • he attends college in New Rome and becomes a youth counselor– he starts a practice where he uses activities to help kids work through their issues 
  • he goes to as many hockey games as he can 
  • he loves playing chess with Annabeth 
  • he calls Jason for tips when he’s had a hard day of being praetor 
  • he secretly takes dance lessons so he can surprise Hazel for their one year anniversary 
  • he’s a hip hop head 
  • he dedicates himself to becoming the best archer in the entire Legion– within a few months he is able to achieve his goal 
  • when he gets older he adopts a couple of retired military dogs who end up getting along surprisingly well with Aurum and Argetum 
  • him and Nico often get into heated games of myth-o-magic 
  • the first thing he does after getting back from the War is go and visit his mother’s grave where he tells her all about his adventures 

patient heart - click through to read on AO3
+ special thanks to @prosciuttoe​ for the graphic!

She gathers her groceries quickly, stocking up on staples and a few spontaneous items, like ingredients for s’mores. The fire pit on her back deck wasn’t going to use itself, after all. At the checkout, the young girl barely gives her a second glance, and Clarke is once again grateful. She remembers the women who used to work here when she was a kid, who spent the entire time gossiping about anyone who came in. She accepts her receipt and bags with a smile, and heads back out to the parking lot. When she gets there, she’s almost immediately run over by a shiny mercedes, and stumbles backwards, cursing loudly. Her back hits a firm chest, and she feels hands on her elbows steadying her.

“Easy, princess,” a low rumble meets her ears, and she freezes.

It’s not that she didn’t think she would ever see Bellamy Blake again – he was her neighbor now, after all – but she just didn’t really expect this. This, being Bellamy Blake in a park ranger uniform, his shirt fitting snugly against his chest, his badge gleaming off the pocket. He didn’t have the hat on, but it was just as well - she was able to see the smattering of freckles across the bridge of his nose much better this way.

Shaking off the thought, she pulls herself away from him. “Bellamy.”

“Clarke Griffin. Who would have thought.” He smirks down at her, and she swallows hard, stepping back further. “Octavia told me you were back.”

Clarke shrugs, not sure what to say. “I’m still getting settled.”

“Going to stick around for more than a week this time?” He asks, his tone biting, and she winces.


“O said you were alone. Gonna be hard for you to fix up that house without your Mom’s money.”

Clarke feels his words like a physical blow. Normally she would snap right back at him, accuse him of being a townie like she would have if she were still sixteen, but her wounds are too fresh, her heart too broken. She forces a smile. “Good to know you haven’t changed a bit, Bellamy. Still an asshole.”

His eyes flash. “That’s rich, coming from you.” She sees hurt there in his eyes, buried under ten years of distance between them, and she looks away.

“Well, as fun as this has been, I’m going to go.”

“Running away was always your specialty.” His words just barely reach her as she walks away, and she heads down the street quickly, before she feels the first tear fall.

In a store I used to work at parents would let their kids play on the flatbed carts. You are obviously not allowed to do that because they can get hurt. We even have little commercials in between the store Playlist that says not to do these things. Well one day this particular kid was literally jumping up and down on the flatbed to the point where it was rolling forward [right next to their parent btw] I told them to get down because wtf you are going to hurt yourself and the parent starts getting upset with me. Like okay bitch let your child bust they head open on this metal cart then you’re gonna wanna sue. Stop letting your kids run wild in retail stores. [P.s. that same kid was playing on the cart when his mom was pushing it out to the car, fell under it and she rolled his ass over. If you fucking listened to me in the first place that wouldn’t have happened.]