Tag: somebody write me a thing

setavulos:

nurselofwyr:

avatar-dacia:

setavulos:

i’m so frustrated with the solarpunk posts that don’t even try to give real ideas for how disabled people could live in their society

how about solar powered wheelchairs that don’t require being plugged in?

architecture without steps and incorporation of universal design principles to use less materials in building structures but also allow accessibility for all

rest areas and small parks where disabled people and their service dogs can easily find clean water to drink and a place to sit

genetically modified plant species grown on the sides of buildings are in different colors to help visually impaired people easily find points of interest

trees with edible fruits obviously labelled so that people who need to eat often can always have access to a food option (this works even better if you have multiple fruits grafted to one tree!)

community gardens that hold horticultural therapy sessions for all those interested

it’s not that hard to think about actual accessibility, damn.

Reblogged in the hopes of spurring further discussion.

Regular solar-powered recharging stations for people who don’t have (or can’t afford) solar powered mobility devices and aids so they’re never at risk of running out of power at an inopportune time.

Architecture that’s designed not just for physical accessibility, but also for mental accessibility – designs that encourage mental well-being, promote safety or productivity depending on the location, encourage recovery and help protect against mental stresses and environmental triggers.

Expand on the community gardens idea to incorporate fully holistic care through the entire healthcare system – hospitals with exceptional accessibility and environmental design that treat all aspects of an affliction, not just the physical ones. Using the sun for more than just light and heat.

Plants growing on buildings not just in different colours, but also in different textures to denote different things, or grown in shapes like arrows to give directions.

you’re a good egg

random-nexus:

febricant:

roachpatrol:

imagine sam wilson meandering into avengers tower to find steve and where is he anyway because it’s movie night and he didn’t show and he finds mjolnir propped against some door and is like ‘ha ha steve bought one of those ebay replicas, what a nerd’ and picks it up to go tease steve but then steve comes bursting out of the room now that mjolnir’s not holding the door closed

and sam’s like ‘i can’t believe captain america is into avengers collectibles’ and waves the hammer at him and it lightning-fries the wall behind steve’s head and sam’s like ‘SHIT. SHIT!?!!? SHIT!!!!!’ 

later new yorkers are very surprised and upset to see the god of thunder racing along the sidewalk screaming “GIVE IT BACK!!!” to a cackling flying lightning-shooting robot-winged maniac and the large blond riding him like a pony

so who do I have to kill for this

I’m willing to help cheerlead or hide a body, you make the call.

soundingonlyatnightasyousleep:

ruingaraf:

alternative bedsharing fics

  • obviously the situation demands this and we can deal with it maturely because we’re adults
  • please don’t sleep in your underwear, you’re making this way weirder than it has to be
  • I didn’t know you snored until a half hour ago but i’m staring at the ceiling fighting the urge to kick you
  • would you please get comfortable and go the fuck to sleep already
  • how many times do you get up to pee in the middle of the night, I think you should see a doctor about that
  • you took all the blankets, I gave up and got another one
  • ask me again if pigeons have feelings, I dare you

“You kick, like, a lot in your sleep.”

“Oh my god I am so sorry. You must have been up all night.”

“Nah, I just fell alseep anyway during your third kicking fit. Kind of soothing.”

how about them single parent!au’s??

dumhaz:

  • im on the bus and my 2-year-old won’t stop crying, except you just smiled at them and they did
  • i asked you to babysit one time and now my child keeps asking when you will spend time with them again
  • you asked me to the store with you and your child, and now my distant relative we met thinks im married with a baby 
  • we are friends and my child’s first word was your name and im jealous but also kind of endeared
  • you’ve been sleeping at mine because your house is being renovated and we aren’t even dating, yet every time you wake up to the baby crying and sigh, “i’ll go” i feel like we might as well be married
  • we’ve been on a few dates and my child just asked us when we are getting married
  • our children are in the same class and we both hate their teacher, eventually the parents’ evenings are just us competing who can call out snarkier comments
  • we are the only two parents who agreed to attend the school trip (bonus: “so i guess we share this hotel room?”)
  • our children are best friends….yeah
  • “i’m so sorry that my child pointed out how your shirt- actually nevermind i agree, that shirt is horrendous”
  • you crouched down to coo at my baby but i forgot to tell you their favorite thing to do is to play with people’s hair and now they won’t let go of you

last-snowfall:

snowingiron:

fictionalfix:

#I can’t even fucking tell you guys #how much I love Rhodey’s whole ‘rolling with it’ attitude with shit #this is what I aspire to be like #just #’got burned out of my suit’ #’rolling with it’ #’dude breathes fire’ #’can deal with it’ #’Tony has 47 fucking thousand suits’ #’I got a .45 and a green polo shirt’ #’I can do this man’#rHODEY FOR PRESIDENT (via iamwarmachine)

#oh god now i actually want to write Rhodey For President#Tony finances the whole campaign easily#it’s a joke until rhodey realizes how shit the other candidates are#RHODEY BECOMES PRESIDENT#THE SECRET SERVICE HATES HIM BECAUSE HE’S WAR MACHINE AND IS ALSO A SUPERHERO

… wow that is such a good idea.

(Regarding the scene, however, I love that even Kilian’s henchman seems more than a little creeped out that his boss can BREATHE FIRE.)

Okay, but consider this…

deadindunwall:

justalurkr:

miss-ingno:

amemait:

lullabyknell:

Modern fantasy creatures and people being exposed to new lifestyles and developing dreams and goals that don’t fit with their species or their culture in the slightest.

  • A dwarf who was born in a mine, grew up in a mine, and can count the number of times they’ve been surface-side on both hands. One of these times, they witnessed an airshow. They go home and tell their parents: “Mom, Dad, I want to be a pilot.” “What’s a pilot?” “We’ll, y’see…” And a brief explanation later… “YOU WANT TO DO WHAT? WHERE DID WE GO WRONG? DAMN IT, ROK, I TOLD YOU THAT THE SUN WOULD GO TO HIS HEAD. NOW HE THINKS HE CAN FUCKING FLY, THIS IS ALL YOUR FAULT!
  • An elf who has a deep interest in geology and underground exploration signs up for a dwarven digging mission. Shows up first day all long limbs and being seven feet tall, and has to become a 90 degree angle to get through the door. “Hey guys! Who’s ready to look at some rocks? Am I right? Well, it’s a tight fit, but I bet I can do it if I squeeze. Ooh, I know some great digging songs by the way.” The dwarves immediately try to find a way to fire the elf without being sued for racial discrimination. “I told you we should have been more careful about the ad.” “I put in it Gold and Gems Monthly, Brek, how was I to know elves read that kind of thing?” “OHMIGOSH, GUYS COME SEE WHAT I FOUND!” “Your turn, Nik.” “I swear to God, if it’s another goddamn stalagmite again…” 
  • A centaur whose herd migrates to a coast area and sees the ocean for the first time. “Greyhoof, I’m going to be a fisherman.” “What?” “I’m going to sail the seven seas; I want to be a sailor.” “Blackmane, you’re half horse, you can’t sail.” “I can learn.” “You can’t climb their weird ropes things. What would you even do on the ocean?” “It’s called rigging and I’d be a fisherman, obviously, like I told you.” “YOU’RE A CENTAUR, YOU CAN’T SAIL!” “YOU DON’T KNOW THAT. DON’T TRY AND DESTROY MY DREAMS, GREYHOOF, I CAN DO ANYTHING I SET MY MIND TO. I BELIEVE IN ME.”
  • A mermaid who gets really interested in those land mountains that touch the clouds and meets an extreme mountain-climber on the beach, then decides they’ve found their calling. “I’m going to be the first mermaid to climb Mount Everest.” “What? Bluefins, that’s ridiculous.” “No, no, I’m gonna do it.” “You can’t breathe air.” “I’ll bring a tank of water, like what the humans do with air when they dive.” “YOU DON’T HAVE LEGS.” “I know, that’s what’ll make me the first mermaid to do it. I’m going to have to work around that, but” “FOR FUCK’S SAKE, BLUEFINS. WE’RE TROPICAL.” “No, see, there are these human things called coats. I’ve got it all figured out. Look, I drew plans.” “WITH WHAT?”

This speaks to me today.

Centaur pirates who build their own ship to be centaur accessible and it looks a lot different than human ships – the doors are high and tall, they don’t need bunks bc they can sleep standing up, wooden ladders wide enough to put your hooves on, living on hay and fish  mostly while on sea-

Dragon microbiologist.

DRAGON MICROBIOLOGIST

imjustthemechanic:

So Peggy’s SHIELD file says she was born in 1919.  The sign at her funeral says 1921.  Obviously one of them is wrong.  Which one, and where did the error occur?  Why would SHIELD think Peggy was two years older than whoever arranged her funeral?

Assuming 1921 is the correct date, Peggy would have been 19 in 1940, as the war in Europe was really swinging into gear.  If she were born in 1919, it would make her 21.

Peggy lied on her enlistment form.