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mywingsareonwheels · 9 months
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Liz Carr is winning at being visibly disabled (with awesome fantasy wheelchairs!!) in genre shows this year, and I love this so much for her and all of us. <3
(Also my Gods she’s a superb and deeply charming actor as well as an amazing activist and I hope this makes the world just so much more aware of how great she is. :) )
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justsomerandomgay · 2 months
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EVERYBODY STOP WHAT YOURE DOING I HAVE THE BEST NEWS! I GOT A WHEELCHAIR!!!!!!!! I CAN LEAVE THE HOUSE ALONE AGAIN, I CAN BE SAFE AND INDEPENDENT AND HAPPY AND SEE MY FRIENDS AND HAVE A LIFE AGAIN!!!!!!
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chronicallycouchbound · 9 months
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The narrative that “you should care about disabled people because one day that’ll be you” is ableist in and of itself.
You should care about disabled people’s rights because you should care about the disenfranchisement of a marginalized community.
Becoming disabled is not a punishment. Becoming disabled is not a threat. Becoming disabled is not cosmic retaliation for being ableist. Becoming disabled is morally neutral.
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ionlytalktodogs · 2 years
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Hot take but canes are not a limited resource. Most mobility aids aren���t but canes especially. Canes are $20 at a lot of stores like CVS, Walmart, etc. You aren’t taking that resource away from “real” disabled people (hint: you ARE a real disabled person) in fact buying more canes creates more demand and works to make more stores carry them for better prices. You aren’t faking being disabled or hurting disabled people, you’re working to make canes more accessible which is helping disabled people.
Get the cane.
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cassadyflies · 11 months
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I want more people to be aware of disabled joy. The freedom of getting the right mobility aid. The sense of victory and accomplishment when doing a task you thought you would never succeed at. The smug superiority of zooming ahead of your walking friends on a downhill slope. The relief of a proper diagnosis answering your questions. The peace of learning how to radically accept yourself and your body. It ain’t all bad, folks.
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Disability positivity is recognizing your disability, and adapting to it. It is the small wins each day, the things you accomplish.
Getting out of bed is an accomplishment.
Completing that task, however small it may seem, is an accomplishment.
Reading that book, is an accomplishment.
Making that thing, is an accomplishment.
Cooking dinner, is an accomplishment.
And even when you can't do all of that, just remembering to have patience with yourself and that productivity does not equal to your value as a person, is an accomplishment.
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thebibliosphere · 9 months
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Hunger Pangs: True Love Bites
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In a world of dwindling hope, love has never mattered more...
Captain Nathan J. Northland had no idea what to expect when he returned home to Lorehaven injured from war, but it certainly wasn’t to find himself posted on an island full of vampires. An island whose local vampire dandy lord causes Nathan to feel strange things he’d never felt before. Particularly about fangs.
When Vlad Blutstein agreed to hire Nathan as Captain of the Eyrie Guard, he hadn’t been sure what to expect either, but it certainly hadn’t been to fall in love with a disabled werewolf. However Vlad has fallen and fallen hard, and that’s the problem.
Torn by their allegiances–to family, to duty, and the age-old enmity between vampires and werewolves–the pair find themselves in a difficult situation: to love where the heart wants or to follow where expectation demands.
The situation is complicated further when a mysterious and beguiling figure known only as Lady Ursula crashes into their lives, bringing with her dark omens of death, doom, and destruction in her wake.
And a desperate plea for help neither of them can ignore.
Hunger Pangs: True Love Bites by Joy Demorra is a queer, paranormal, gaslamp fantasy romance novel featuring enchanted forests, gothic castles, and just a smidge of industrial coal dust, and is the first book of the Hunger Pangs slow-burn polyamorous romance series. Join Vlad, Nathan, and Ursula as they navigate a magical world torn asunder war and politics as they work to restore balance to the world and find love along the way. Book one is available now in ebook, paperback, and audio.
Buy the (high heat) Flirting With Fangs Edition Here. 
Buy the (medium heat) Fluff and Fangs Edition Here.
Why are there two versions, and what's the difference between them? Glad you asked! You can also check out individual content tags and heat ratings on my website at www.joydemorra.com
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fairiepunk · 11 months
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THIS!!! This is what Trans Joy looks like!!!
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I legally changed my name today, and I’m just so so happy. I feel like the weight of the world has been lifted from my shoulders.
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azztiph · 10 months
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One of the most radical things you can do as a disabled person is live and be happy.
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zillychu · 6 months
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I feel like what the world needs aren't messages like "do your best and all your dreams will come true!" but rather "no matter your success, you can still be happy!"
we need more media telling us it's okay to fail. that most of us fail. that trying your best and not succeeding doesn't mean you effort was wasted. that you don't need to always try your best for everything. do what you can, when you can, and realize that no matter how things turn out, you can still find a way to be happy day to day. dreams come and go, it's okay to miss your catch and watch them pass by or change into something else entirely.
life is always full of opportunities to be happy!
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nondivisable · 3 months
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[Image ID: A person standing in a forest, leaning on two forearm crutches. He has short, curly, split colored hair - left side pink, right side brown - tied into space buns. He's wearing a grey crop top, dark grey pants and black combat boots]
in honor of my anger induced post about dynamic disability, and also my somehow really famous post about disabled people being allowed to have hobbies
this is me after a 3k hike, I really love hiking and am so grateful for my crutches and my family who help me be able to keep doing it, even with chronic hip issues <3
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sulfursystem · 19 days
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cane users rain and mountain holding each others canes to see how big the height difference is and mounty thinks its the funniest shit ever
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thesoftestmess · 4 months
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this might not be canon, but personally i need furina to struggle a whole lot longer and harder with post-prophecy depression and mental illness. She's played the same tiring and painful act for five centuries, was constantly in a life or death scenario and had to hide her true self from the world the entire time and she won't just recover in a few years from that.
There's parts of her that will never ever be compatible with a simple human lifestyle, and parts of her that are irreparably broken. She isn't sure of her personality after everything that happened and the lie she had to live. She slips between personas and her archon temperament comes through like a defensive mechanism at any sign of conflict or trouble.
She's plagued by nightmares. Of the flood, of the trial, of the people closest to her conspiring against her behind her back, and of being found out in a million terrible ways. Of saying the wrong thing, making a wrong decision. Of being found out, of being found out, of being found out.
Lying or keeping a secret feels existential still. Being honest still feels life threatening sometimes. Putting herself first feels like putting both hands on a hot stove.
She doesn't live in the palais anymore, doesn't have to sit through trials anymore, but her heart and soul are still there. In her dreams she's still at the place she spent her entire life's memories at.
Yes, she can make new memories, but it'll take time. More time than she has, maybe, now that she's the closest to being human she'll ever be.
She'll never be human in the way the people around her are.
What sort of human has 500 years worth of memories after all? What human tells personal anecdotes and mixes up their centuries?
What sort of human can feel the absence of their divinity like it's a physical thing? A voice that will never speak to her again, or keep her alive? What human has no family, no childhood?
What human remembers so little, but still remembers death somewhere deep within?
She jerks out of sleep from it sometimes, gasping for air, and spends the rest of the night awake, almost frozen by fear. The flood is over, but it's hard to convince her racing heart that the danger is too.
Humans have entire family trees that go generations back, but Furina was put into this world a solitary creature, her blood heavy with sin ever since she turned human.
She owns a hydro vision now and doesn't know how to yield it, but the ocean still calls out to her some days. Sea creatures flock to her like they can smell she's not human enough.
She learns how to make little hydro companions for herself, so the darkness and emptiness of her apartment feels less ominous when she lies awake at night.
She can't turn her vision into a weapon quite yet, but when it rains the droplets seem to cling to her. She's watched them roll upwards along her arm, watched them gather in her palm like kin. She wonders if sea creatures flock to neuvillette in a similar way, or if his immense power makes them recoil. She wonders if elemental dragons can feel regret. Wonders if he, too, ever feels entirely foreign in that human body he was given. If he, too, lies awake trying to grasp faint memories of a past life.
She's extremely human in the way she's plagued by body pains from not being able to relax just one day in five centuries. The years catch up with her once she gets out of survival mode, and fatigue is a constant companion now. Sleep comes difficultly and getting out of bed was easier when the fate of a whole nation depended on it. On her. She's never lived for just herself before and some days she's not sure she wants to.
She did her duty and earned her retirement and the story turned out well, all things considered. She still has people by her side, some of them.
Still, she feels raw and tired and overwhelmed by the life lying ahead of her. As a human and as someone who will always be Something Else.
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manyminded · 2 months
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seeing people above the age of like. 20. who are transgender or queer or disabled or fundamentally like me gives me so much hope. like…I have a future. I have a future. this rules
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devilboydogman · 2 months
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I think I’d like to take a moment to dedicate thought to how much tiny joys mean to disabled and chronically I’ll people.
Going outside on a good mobility or low pain day for the first time in a while, breathing in real air
A real shower
A little victory, like walking a little more, doing a task you usually have too much trouble with, and the sense of self pride that comes with it
Going somewhere that isn’t a damn appointment
We deal with so much bullshit, so the littlest joys feel so immense. I’ve literally been brought to tears by being outside on one of the first days of spring, walking on my own. I celebrate going up the stairs. I revel in the feeling of being clean, of feeling motivated.
I hope you can have a little joy soon.
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opal-owl-flight · 8 days
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Always, always you.
Cap despises the fact that even when theyre finally happy, shimmering again like they did in their youth... their mistakes and limitations continue to haunt them.
These are days where they dont even want to see their tentacles.
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