Oh Uh. Scuse Me. Just A Lil Snail Crossing Your Dash

oh uh. scuse me. just a lil snail crossing your dash

Souheki fic sneak peak!!

I felt bad about not posting so here you go!! :)

TW: SUICIDE MENTION

POV: your colleague comes to the hospital on each of your attempts even when you tell him he doesn't have to

"Well are you a [controversial identity] supporter???"

My friend I do not know what to tell you here. My rule is and remains "I don't care what you call yourself because your actions and who you are as a person is more valuable to me" and "as long as everyone in the situation is an adult and is giving enthusiastic consent I genuinely do not give a fuck what you do" and "words are stupid and people are complicated so it doesn't matter if The Words Are Wrong as long as it makes you happy"

I'm a longer tables not higher walls kind of guy. Have a seat. Break bread with me. Tell me a story over dinner. I think that'll be better for the both of us.

btw, shoutout to disabled people who don’t do everything right.

to disabled people who knowingly do things that will make their condition (temporarily or permanently) worse.

to disabled people who aren’t the ‘perfect’ disabled person that does everything possible.

to disabled people who refuse to push themselves too hard or try to live up to able-bodied standards, and to disabled people who (knowingly or not) push themselves too hard and suffer because of it.

able-bodied people seem to struggle with the idea that disabled people can do whatever they want with their bodies. they seem to think disabled people should be doing what’s best for them 24/7, and should never do “bad/wrong” things.

disabled people deserve respect and autonomy, always.

I was finally able to log into this account HELLO SOUHEKI !!!

An awkward question (if it's a secret, you don't have to answer), are you a boy or a girl?

I identify as a problem to society, a menace on Tuesdays and a problem on Fridays (though it can be any day of the week really) I can be labeled as silly, frivolous, thoughtless even, on occasion: my drive is pure spite and my gender got lost on the way, it did sent me an apology letter though; I am to be feared, I feast on what appeals to me, which might include snickers bars. Lock. Your. Doors.