Hello! Ok so I totally went on a binge of buying nice button-down shirts and I ended up with a shirt that I thought was my size but, in fact, was not! Itâs a really pretty kind of uh royal blue? Itâs kind of like a medium-ish color but more on the bright side of blue. Going off the fact that it doesnât fit either me or the other adults here, Iâm erring on the side of caution and saying itâs a KIDâS XXL NOT an Adult XXL. The neck size is18. The shoulders were a little tight on my nephew but he is also on the tall and gangly side so someone with maybe a petite build could fit it ok, or take it in? I know itâs all wrinkly but itâs super clean I promise! I do live in a home that has cats so like there shouldnât be hair on it but cat hair does get e v e r y w h e r e; if youâre allergic at all maybe skip this one?Â
At any rate I canât do anything with it other than donate it or idk sell it on ebay but I thought Iâd throw it up here for yâall first! Itâs totally free except like maybe shipping? I mean if someone really wants it and youâre super hard up for cash Iâll just ship it to you, no problem.Â
Reblogging again for interest, I still have the shirt of anyone wants it!
Little fillet to the tune of âWhat if Haruka was afraid of storms?â ~575 words
A shock-white flash and a roar of thunder yanked Haruka out of sleep. Her heart raced ahead of her groggy brain and banged against the walls of her chest to get her moving. Quiet, quiet, up! Up! Whoâs home? Who will hear you cry? Closet! Muffle! Go!
Haruka had her hand on the doorknob before she woke up enough to remember. She was safe. She was older now, out of that house, and too old to be afraid of storms.
Another sharp crack of thunder made her jump. Maybe that last bit wasnât quite true.
She turned back to the empty bed. Where was Michiru?
Her stomach churned as she crept out to the living room. Would she be mad, if she knew? Would she think Haruka too childish? Maybe she just wouldnât tell her. Sheâd just⌠claim hunger? Grab a snack and a kiss and hope it calmed the panic bubbling inside her? Maybe she should just go back to bed.
Thunder shook the house. Haruka yelped. Damn it.
âHaruka? Are you okay?â
âYeah, Iâm fine.â Haruka stuck her head around the corner. Michiru sat by the rain-splashed window, a cup of steaming tea on the table at her side. She rose, brow knotted.
âAre you hurt?â
âNo, I just⌠I⌠I just wanted to see you.â
âOh, Iâm so sorry to have left you alone. I like to watch the storms.â She glanced back to her vacated perch. âWould you like to join me?â
âUmâŚâ Haruka jumped at another rumble.
âHaruka, are youââ
âI just got a chill, Iâm fine. Itâs fine.â She fought to stay still as a flash lit the room with a boom.
âOh, love.â Michiru reached up to stroke her cheek. âItâs okay to be afraid.â
âIâm not afraid!â
She let out a small chuckled. âHaruka, dearest, you have far more transparency than youâd like to believe. There is little you could ever hide from me.â
âWellâŚâ Her body betrayed her again with a wobbling lip. âItâs just very loud. And storms always meant everyone stayed inside.â
âCome here.â
Michiru led her gently to the couch and pulled her head into her lap. âIâm going to keep you safe, Haruka.â Her hand stroked back and forth through Harukaâs hair. âI love you, and Iâm here when things get scary.â
âBut you shouldnât have to not watch the storm if you want to because Iâm being a baby.â
âYouâre not being a baby.â Michiru kneaded Harukaâs scalp with her fingertips. âWeâre all afraid of things.â
âNot you.â
âMmm.â Michiru looked out into the storm. âI have many fears, perhaps the biggest of which is letting you see I am afraid.â She bent over kiss Harukaâs forehead. ââYou are the bravest person I know, Haruka.â
âYeah sure,â Haruka scoffed. âSo brave that Iâm laid low by a little rain.â
âYou were afraid and still came to me. I want to be that brave someday.â
The thunder crashed again. Haruka pressed herself deeper into the comfort of Michiruâs lap. âYouâre really not mad Iâm like this?â
âNot at all, love.â She rubbed her hand slowly along Harukaâs back. âIâd like you to stay here until the storm passes. I want to protect you.â
âI want you to protect me,â Haruka whispered. Michiru did not pull away. Her hands and body were warm and calming against Harukaâs skin. She drifted back to sleep slowly, the storm fading away under the strength of Michiruâs quiet.
PSA to all you fantasy writers because I have just had a truly frustrating twenty minutes talking to someone about this: itâs okay to put mobility aids in your novel and have them just be ordinary.
Like. Super okay.
I donât give a shit if itâs high fantasy, low fantasy or somewhere between the lovechild of Tolkein meets My Immortal. Itâs okay to use mobility devices in your narrative. Itâs okay to use the word âwheelchairâ. You donât have to remake the fucking wheel. Itâs already been done for you.
And no, it doesnât detract from the ârealismâ of your fictional universe in which you get to set the standard for realism. Please donât try to use that as a reason for not using these things.
There is no reason to lock the disabled people in your narrative into towers because âthatâs the way it wasâ, least of all in your novel about dragons and mermaids and other made up creatures. There is no historical realism here. You are in charge. You get to decide what that means.
Also:
âDepiction of Chinese philosopher Confucius in a wheelchair, dating to ca. 1680. The artist may have been thinking of methods of transport common in his own day.â
âThe earliest records of wheeled furniture are an inscription found on a stone slate in China and a childâs bed depicted in a frieze on a Greek vase, both dating between the 6th and 5th century BCE.[2][3][4][5]The first records of wheeled seats being used for transporting disabled people date to three centuries later in China; the Chinese used early wheelbarrows to move people as well as heavy objects. A distinction between the two functions was not made for another several hundred years, around 525 CE, when images of wheeled chairs made specifically to carry people begin to occur in Chinese art.[5]â
âIn 1655,Stephan Farffler, a 22 year old paraplegic watchmaker, built the worldâs first self-propelling chair on a three-wheel chassis using a system of cranks and cogwheels.[6][3] However, the device had an appearance of a hand bike more than a wheelchair since the design included hand cranks mounted at the front wheel.[2]
The invalid carriage or Bath chair brought the technology into more common use from around 1760.[7]
In 1887, wheelchairs (ârolling chairsâ) were introduced to Atlantic City so invalid tourists could rent them to enjoy the Boardwalk. Soon, many healthy tourists also rented the decorated ârolling chairsâ and servants to push them as a show of decadence and treatment they could never experience at home.[8]
In 1933 Harry C. Jennings, Sr. and his disabled friend Herbert Everest, both mechanical engineers, invented the first lightweight, steel, folding, portable wheelchair.[9] Everest had previously broken his back in a mining accident. Everest and Jennings saw the business potential of the invention and went on to become the first mass-market manufacturers of wheelchairs. Their âX-braceâ design is still in common use, albeit with updated materials and other improvements. The X-brace idea came to Harry from the menâs folding âcamp chairs / stoolsâ, rotated 90 degrees, that Harry and Herbert used in the outdoors and at the mines.[citation needed]
âBut Joy, how do I describe this contraption in a fantasy setting that wont make it seem out of place?â
âIt was a chair on wheels, which Prince FancyPants McElferson propelled forwards using his arms to direct the motion of the chair.â
âIt was a chair on wheels, which Prince EvenFancierPants McElferson used to get about, pushed along by one of his companions or one of his many attending servants.â
âBut itâs a high realm magical fantasââ
âIt was a floating chair, the hum of magical energy keeping it off the ground casting a faint glow against the cobblestones as {CHARACTER} guided it round with expert ease, gliding back and forth.â
âBut itâs a stempunk novââ
âUnlike other wheelchairs heâd seen before, this one appeared to be self propelling, powered by the gasket of steam at the back, and directed by the use of a rudder like toggle in the front.â
Give. Disabled. Characters. In. Fantasy. Novels. Mobility. Aids.
If you can spend 60 pages telling me the history of your world in innate detail down to the formation of how magical rocks were formed, you can god damn write three lines in passing about a wheelchair.
Signed, your editor who doesnât have time for this ableist fantasy realm shit.
how to know if tumblr has been eating your asks: send yourself anywhere between 5-10 asks, ( anon or not ) but have each ask be nothing but an order in which you sent them.
i.e: the first ask says â1â˛, the second says â2â˛, etc etc.
i sent myself ten of these, both on anon and not. This was all i received back:
Tumblr is now eating asks along with notifications. We must be more interactive than ever if we want keep this form of entertainment we call the rpc. Go ahead and warn your friends or test this for yourselves.. This post is reblogable.
I just sent myself five of these. none of them came through.
I just did this myself last night and out of the ten ask I sent myself only one came through.
Please know if Iâm not responding to you, your ask, or your messages, I am notwillingly ignoring you. I am however doing my best to try and stay in contact with everyone.
sorry to everyone who tagged me or sent me an ask. If I didnât react to it, tumblr didnât show me.