We Are The Reckless. We Are The .

        We are the reckless.                 We are the ᴡɪʟᴅ ʏᴏᴜᴛʜ.

    Chasing 𝑣𝑖𝑠𝑖𝑜𝑛𝑠 of our futures,                       One day we’ll 𝘳𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘢𝘭 the truth.

           (  That one will die before he 𝘨𝘦𝘵𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦.  )

misstheground​:

Sometimes, Shoya wondered if the pair of them even spoke the same language at all. She tried to be respectful of other dialects and ways of speaking, but… sometimes trying to parse together Gag-Arm’s speech felt like flying against the wind currents.

“Unfortunately, your concern is my concern,” Shoya explained. “The nearest station is not a station you want to be stuck at without transportation. Unless you want to be stranded there with a group of thugs, I would recommend staying with me.” She sighed. She didn’t like Gag-Arm, not exactly, but she didn’t dislike her enough to subject her to that.

Well, that stopped her up real short.

When was the last time her concern had been somebody’s else’s? Asides from the vague sucky of the floatin’ fraternity. ( Rhetorical ask: She knew god-damned well who was the last person who’d thought she was worth their spit. Diuneilomo, she missed Danny like a hole in her—)

“D’you mean’t’say you’d worry about li’l ole meeee?” she crowed instead of following along after that thought, hands leaping up to cup her cheeks like an excited dolly. “Awwww, Shaya! An’ all this time I reckoned you didn’ care!”

skymade‌ :

   “Yeah.” A code does mean something. Or it’s supposed to, anyway. Codes can still be broken.

   Promises can still be broken.

   Anything in this realm – of the living and breathing and shit – can and will be broken, and, y’know, she’s not too sure how she feels about all of that. Not great. But not like she can do anything to change it, either. 

   “Oh. Mitt. Okay. But no. It’s – Gag-Arm.” The words mean something that doesn’t quite make sense, but isn’t that all names? Isn’t that just the way they fucking go? “Gag-Arm. Gag-Arm. Wow! I got it first try! Are you proud of me? You totally should be proud of me. That’s usually, like, last try stuff, y’know? Super last, bottom try.” 

“Gag-Arm,” she says back again and gives her head a bob, t’show they have the works. “It ain’t true,” —waggles her fingers, snickering through her nose,— “but it’s funny, hey?”

Funny largely on account a’ the leg, which Willow won’t be able’t make sight of under her snapper shroud, she reconnoiters anomolater. Ah well.

“Works out there’s a certain kind’a style in only learnin’ names when you’re on  guh-bye.” That makes her laugh, too. Can’t say how serious Willow is or ain’t, like whether she’s joshin’ on her, but mightbe it doesn’t matter.

“So, you been...”  ( It takes her a mo to work out how to say it clear, but she hits on a word she figures lilac will get the measure of: )  “ free  f’r long, then, Willow?”

  i got no roots ,   i got no roots ,   my  h o m e  was

never  on the  g r o u n d .

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[Image description: in the center of the image, there is large hand-lettered text “All bodies and assistive devices are normal.” Around the text are several stick figures with different body configurations and mobility aids. In each case, the stick figure is in blue, while assistive devices are shown in red. Approximately clockwise from the upper right-hand corner, we have: stick finger on a mobility scooter stick figure sitting upright in a power wheelchair stick figure with a long cane stick figure with a prosthetic leg stick figure with only one arm stick figure with a prosthetic arm stick figure with a walking cane stick figure lying on a wheeled bed stick figure reclining in a power wheelchair with headrest stick figure sitting upright in a manual wheelchair stick figure with two prosthetic arms stick figure with only one leg and a pair of crutches stick figure with a walker stick figure sitting upright in power wheelchair with headrest stick figure with to walking canes typical stick figure with no visible disability. (This is the end of image description.)]

I’ve been experimenting a little with acrylic paints, as brushes seem to be way easier for me to use than pens or pencils, pain wise. Unfortunately, I’m also not very good at controlling where the paint goes. So let’s just say that there is a reason these are stick figures, and that you should be kind when critiquing my depiction of the disabilities and assistive technology in this image.