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rjalker · 8 months

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[ID: Nine photos of a white hand holding a painted cane at different angles, with white walls and a fake wood floor in the background. The cane is first shown from the side, with the black wrist strap off, then on, then from above at an angle. The cane is then held in the other hand, and shown closer up from the side, at a different angle, and a above, with the wrist strap off. The last three show the wrist strap on, and still in the left hand from multiple angles at close up to show the positions of the fingers. The cane is painted with three pride flags. The first is the progress trans flag with stripes of purple, black, blue, pink, yellow, white, yellow, pink, blue, black, and purple. Then the aroace flag, with stripes of orange, yellow, white, light blue, and dark blue. Finally, a rainbow of brown, red, orange, yellow, green, blue, purple, and black. End ID.]

Some more cane drawing references so you can draw disabled characters better.

More photos at:

Cripplepunk - Offset cane collection on Pexels. is missing some because Pexels is annoying.

Web archive collection

I'd post them all here to tumblr, but tumblr keeps eating them and i don't feel like having to sit here an upload them all one at a time.

You're encouraged to download these if you find them helpful. That's why I'm making them.

#Cripplepunk #pose references #cane user #disabled characters #drawing disability #writing disability #cane reference #drawing reference #drawing ref #disabled ref #IDK #bye #art reference #pose #poses #hand proses #drawing hands #IDFK #I'll figure out tags for these at some point and copy and paste them in

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lucidloving · 7 months

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Isabel Allende, The House of The Spirits // Anne Carson, Red Doc> // F. Scott Fitzgerald, The Short Stories // Ocean Vuong, On Earth We're Briefly Gorgeous // 肉包不吃肉, The Husky and His White Cat Shizun // Bernhard Schlink, The Reader (trans. Carol Brown Janeway) // Heart Like Yours— Willamette Stone

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resqectable · 8 months

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I wanted to tell you that wherever I am, whatever happens, I’ll always think of you, and the time we spent together, as my happiest time. I’d do it all over again, if I had the choice. No regrets.

Cynthia Hand, Boundless

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thisisnotthenerd · 2 months

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thinking about riz gukgak and how he feels so alone and yet how his words, his works, are the first thought for his friends when they don’t know what to do

thinking about how love is work, how love is the act of giving and giving and giving until you have nothing left and yet he cannot ever prioritize himself

thinking about how he takes every nickname, every gift, every moment of care with an eagerness that far outstrips the gift in its giving

thinking about how his every stress comes from a moment of devotion and care for his friends, from unraveling the mysteries that permeate their lives

thinking about how he could call them to action with a single warning because they trust in him so much

thinking about how he justifies what he gives to his friends even as his mother asks him to consider himself for once

thinking about riz ‘the ball’ gukgak

#dimension 20 #dimension 20 spoilers #fantasy high junior year #fhjy #fhjy spoilers #riz gukgak #just the aroace experience of it all #riz took his deepest fear #of being left behind by the people in his life #who will all find someone else #and now he's holding on to them #holding them together #with the same hands that clawed at a crystal palimpsest #desperate to be free to help his friends #tutoring and investigating and campaigning and going to every extracurricular #riz has the skill to simply succeed at what he does #and the extension of that #of taking stress for his friends because what would he be without them #the lonely kid giving out business cards on the first day of school #something something his father was devoured for the sake of a long running scheme #and his mother works herself to the bone to both provide for him and advocate for those trapped by the system #is it any wonder that riz is so capable?#always the one asked #because they know he will get it done #it's not a question of whether riz can do it #he can #it's just a matter of how much he will take on #making himself indispensable #is it any wonder that sklonda asks #d20 prose & verse

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littleteenagethings · 1 year

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And darling, you need to be patient with yourself. The pain does not vanish overnight. You heal one day at a time, one step at a time. And maybe, just maybe, in six months from now, you will find yourself enjoying a day where the pain ceases to exist. Be gentle on yourself, allow the healing process to take place.

Excerpts from the book I’ll never write #411

09.04.2023

11:17 pm.

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quotelr · 1 year

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Who are you to judge the life I live? I know I'm not perfect -and I don't live to be- but before you start pointing fingers… make sure you hands are clean!

Bob Marley

#Bob Marley #quotelr #Life # Perfection # finger # hand # handful # judge # living # making # point # start # Life #quotes #literature #life quotes #author quotes #prose #lit #spilled ink

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woefuldev · 3 months

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So there won't be a second time. I have no need for those that aren't mine.

#tsukihime #akiha tohno #tohno akiha #had to take a picture of my own hand in a silly position for this. 😔 Crimson red vermilion approaching ominously you know #say what you will about the quality of the translation not being the best for conveying prose #but imo there are still so many lines that sound cool and rhythmic like this one

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moon1ee · 1 year

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there is something to be said about jimmy’s death. something to be said about a curse looming over his head that they keep mentioning, as if repetition will dull the pain, will cause the bleeding wound to scab over and form calluses. something to be said about bdubs throwing himself forward, shouting “KILL ME”, something about joel trying to sacrifice himself. the love was there. so was the fear. the canary sings a warning. then comes the bloodshed.

grian watches joel out of the corner of his eye, taking slow steps over the ramshackle bridge that looks over the server. joel sprints ahead, careless, movements strange and distorted, body tensed, fingers curling. the setting sun flashes red back into his eyes. a bloodied reflection. he is being reckless. he is going crazy. grian remembers last life, remembers passing through and hearing joel’s ear-spitting screaming, remembers cracking open a laugh as bloodlust that should not exist under stained green thrums through him. HOW ARE YOU DOING, JOEL, he called, and there is a snarl in response. “going a bit mad, going a bit MENTAL.”

joel was, in a word. dedicated. the best of them. the worst of them. grian remembers a pack of wolves, remembers fingers curling into pale fur, remembers agonized cries as the dogs fell.

he cannot ignore the similarities. run, rabbit, run.

he makes plans, he plots. he feels the time tick down. sends down explosives. one takes out four. he laughs, ear-splitting, thinks, i’m learning.

four. five. six. seven. he loses count. he doesn't stop.

joel’s teeth keep flashing.

grian sneaks down, around, ducks his head, whispers allyship to bigb and pearl, feels eyes humming around them.

he will not stop planning. he needs allies, in a place like this, after he loses his.

joel, he says, just kill me. the man glances at him, once, does not respond.

into battle they go. smoke rises in his lungs. scar, grinning, scar, falling, scar, protesting not to kill his beloved animal.

grian sees a creeper sneak up behind him, almost hisses a warning, stops himself. waits. watches. scar turns his head, jumps back, laughing. he has learned, too.

joel’s time is running out. grian runs after him.

joel is being reckless. he goes after scar. JOEL JUST KILL ME, grian shouts. "NO, NOT YOU," joel screams. "I'LL KILL HIM INSTEAD."

grian remembers a hand that stayed ever dedicated to the coming winter.

DO IT, and joel splits him, and then someone else, and then dies, the absolute fucking idiot, and they are. back where they started. or maybe right where they will end.

joel looks rabid in the moonlight. grian makes plans for when he is gone.

joel, just take one of my lives. just do it. "no," joel says, turning around, eyes searching frantically for something, for butter yellow canary wings that do not fill the space any longer, hands reaching to claw around grian's wrists, nails stinging, drawing blood. "you have to win," he says, pleads, begs, "for us. you have to."

grian says nothing.

joel is being reckless. he runs ahead. “scar-“ grian swallows down the name, frantic at the flash of red rushing off without him. JOEL.

lightning, singing his back. he turns. silent. shocked. remembers a hand’s agonized scream. remembers an attempt at revenge that ended him.

the bad boys were never that army of dogs in renchanting, were never loyal enough for it. too brittle, too untrusting, even jimmy. especially jimmy.

there is a tombstone. grian does not grieve. his sorrow is short-lived. he has a new alliance now, new loyalties. ones that may be smarter. it is for the best.

tick tick tick.

his wrists still ache.

edit: cross-posted on ao3!

#i am losing my utter mind i wrote smth really fast is this even good who knows #trying my hand at some prose or smth. idk.#bad boys #limited life smp #limited life spoilers #grian #joel smallishbeans #smallishbeans #mcyt #mcyt fanfic #writing #trafficblr #3rd life smp #jimmy solidarity #og post #goodtimeswithscar #gtws #desert duo #moonie writes

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memories-beneath-the-skin · 7 months

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Holding her hand, isn't just a common act for me.

The desire longing inside, without turning your head you reach, fingertips brushing the back of hand, the moment hers spider out to meet and connect.

A sense of calm, warmth that spreads in realms greater than flesh pressed together.

Unspoken energy in touch, the gentle pulsing squeeze, the thumb lifting up and softly stroking her fragile knuckle. The feathering of fingers for a moment to gain a stronger bond.

The feeling of wholeness, the quiet, sometimes absent minded trade of love we take for granted.

Unappreciated intimacy, protection, support, attention.

My hand, my woman, my love.

#late night writes #writers on tumblr #writers and poets #writeblr #spilled ink #spilled writing #spilled words #spilled poetry #poets on tumblr #prose #love letters #love poems #hands #Need #Desire #Crave #Mood #poetic stories

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moonstoast · 2 years

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id love something about physical touch (holding hands, forehead kisses, etc) in a relationship thank you xx

banana yoshimoto // salman toor // graham dean // clarice lispector // louise bourgeois // iain thoman // edvard munch // kültür tava // andrea dworkin

#words #art #web weave #web weaving #prose #poetry #paintings #love #parallels #comparatives #physical touch #touch #hand holding #salman toor #edvard munch #love is stored in art #request

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perfectquote · 22 days

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I wanted to tell you that wherever I am, whatever happens, I’ll always think of you, and the time we spent together, as my happiest time. I’d do it all over again, if I had the choice. No regrets.

Cynthia Hand, Boundless

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lucidloving · 6 months

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Sanober Khan // @plvmour // William Shakespeare, Romeo and Juliet // @lucidloving // Ogeretsu Tanaka, Escape Journey // @sweetnessbythesea // Clarice Lispector, The Passion According to G. H. (trans. Idra Novey) // Pablo Neruda, "Your Hands", Love Poems // Mary Ruefle

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perfectfeelings · 7 months

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I wanted to tell you that wherever I am, whatever happens, I’ll always think of you, and the time we spent together, as my happiest time. I’d do it all over again, if I had the choice. No regrets.

Cynthia Hand, Boundless

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vacantgodling · 10 months

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✨preferences should not be standards for writing advice✨

#whenever i see writing advice i just get annoyed #honestly one of my biggest gripes about writing communities in general is this #constant need to regurgitate certain pieces of writing advice like they’re ambrosia of the gods #my biggest writing advice is to just stop fucking listening to all writing advice that has to do with #prose and style #just stop doing it #read books and find things you like and craft your own style of things #i know this is not simple for everyone but i’m tired of constantly seeing #i think flowery prose bogs things down too much #and i think that direct prose isn’t good enough at putting people in the world #like mate—everyone has preferences and preferences do not make good advice #so like #i wish people would stop acting like their opinion is the next best piece of writing advice #it doesn’t help anyone it just causes fucking insecurities #i am also having sensory overload so perhaps ren doth bitch too much #but you can pry flowery prose and run on sentences and incomprehensible blocks of text from my cold dead hands #bc it makes me happy to write like this and fuck off #ren hot cakes #i’ll delete this later im just cold and annoyed #and unfortunately you can thank my mother bc im extremely passive aggressive

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quotefeeling · 5 months

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I wanted to tell you that wherever I am, whatever happens, I’ll always think of you, and the time we spent together, as my happiest time. I’d do it all over again, if I had the choice. No regrets.

Cynthia Hand, Boundless

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perfeqt · 2 months

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I wanted to tell you that wherever I am, whatever happens, I’ll always think of you, and the time we spent together, as my happiest time. I’d do it all over again, if I had the choice. No regrets.

Cynthia Hand, Boundless

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