#504 sit-in

[capricorn-0mnikorn]

You know what makes me sad?

It makes me sad, and not a little bit mad, that there are disabled people -- even those who are Disability Advocates -- who hate Disability Pride Month because they're convinced it was invented by normate people to make themselves feel better. I suspect that's because it follows directly after June's Queer Pride Month, and, if you are young enough to not remember the history for yourself ('cause we all know it's not being taught n schools), it can feel like a leftover crumb. But it is so, so, not.

If I were Queen of Calendars, I might move Disability Pride Month to April, to commemorate the 504 Sit-in of 1977, especially the occupation of the regional offices of Health, Education, and Welfare in San Fransisco, by over 500 people, mostly disabled (with their personal care assistants). The Occupation lasted 28 Days -- the longest protest occupation of a federal building in U.S. History. Since Queer Pride Month commemorates a protest, maybe Disability Pride Month should, too. The biggest knock against April is the weather is still iffy in much of the country for pride parades and outdoor gatherings.

(Section 504 of the Rehabilitation Act of 1973 was the legal predecessor of the ADA. And no, that's not a typo. Most of the Rehabilitation Act of 1973 was passed in 1973, but the one section that outlined rights for the disabled was put to the side, and ignored for four whole years, because it was deemed to be too expensive and confusing to extend civil rights to disabled people. It was the Sit-In in 1977 that finally pushed President Carter to sign it, and make it law).

Here's a retrospective report on the Sit-In from CBS news, that aired in the '80s (Auto-generated captions):

(the video is 6 minute, 12 seconds. But the news report ends at 5 minutes 42 seconds)

#disability pride month #disability history #U.S. History #civil rights protest #CBS evening news (vintage) #Section 504 of the Rehabilitation Act of 1973 #504 sit-in #youtube (auto generated captions) #Youtube

[sleepfight]

Happy disability pride month!!

Check out ANTIKS, a hardcore band from Ontario, Canada making radically inclusive, badass fucking music. An audibly described version of this music video can also be accessed at this link!

[Video Description: “The Reckoning” track is playing in the background. Judy Heumann makes a speech. Outside shots of individual band members playing their instruments in the back of a white truck. Another shot shows Luke (guitarist) doing a sick jump off the back of the truck. Camera zooms to Dan (lead shouter), as he flips his walker over. All lyrics are captioned in colourful bold text that comes up on the screen. Footage of the 504 sit ins appear, people protesting, an individual hand sign 504. Dan sings into a megaphone whilst in front of a projector screen while 504 footage plays behind him. All these different shots are played throughout the video.]

#disability pride month #accessability #punk and hardcore #Youtube #the 504 sit in

[werewolfcave]

I believe one of the best things we can do for ourselves is acknowledge that our experiences are not wholly unique. It is through this realization, this acknowledgement, that we find solidarity with the people around us.

#paci howls at the moon #was watching a video on racism in america and recognized a lot of the effects of oppression #that were expressed are similar things I have heard from trans people from disabled people #the parts of who you are that lead you to be oppressed create related stressors #not a fault of the parts of identities themselves but rather the environments we are forced to be a part of #solidarity is formed through these overlapping experiences and compassion for the experiences of others #I have not stopped thinking about how the Black Panthers were an important part of the 504 sit in

[cpapsapphic]

disability activist judy heumman passed away earlier today. she did so much for the disabled community such as advocating for independent living, helped create legislation for the individuals with disabilities education act, and most notably leading the 504 sit in for disability rights. her work has helped me become a better activist myself and the world will not be the same without her. she will be greatly missed

#disabled #disabled history #judy heumman #504 sit in #disability justice

[aceloha]

WEREVGOING TO EATVTHE AMONGUS BURGER

#AGAAAAGGHA I CSNT DO IT GIRL #I AM SO TIRED I STAY UP TOLL LIKE 2 WVEEY FUCKING BIGHTH FOING HOMEWORK #I HAVE SO MCUH TO DO DTOLL #BEVAUSEBI HAD TO READ 100 PAGES AND ANNOAYATEBAND ANNAKAYS AND THEN I HAD TIBELABE SHOOL EARLY FOR THERAPY AND GOV #ASSIGNEMR A BUFE HW FOR RTONGIGHT AND I HAVE TO ORAPRE A SPEECH TOR TOMMROW AND I HAVE TO KAKE #5 SKETXH BOOK ENETIRES A PAINTING SND NOW ABUNCH OF DRICKERS BTBMONEDU #I AM LITTERALKY AT MY LAST FUCKING STRAW #I CANT DUCKING EAT BEVAUSE IM WORKING SO MICH AND IN SO STREESSED MY FUCKING SIZE SMALL PAKTS NOW FUCKIGN FALL OFF WTF #AND PEOOLE STILL HAVE THE BALLS TO MAKE FUN OF ME FOR EATING ONE OREO LIKE IK SORRY IMM SOREY OH NO SUGAR SOBSCARRY I WEIGH 80 FUCKING POUND #U SHIT FOR BRAINS AAAAAAGG AND MY ELTEAXHERS ACT LIKE IM SOOOO FUCKING LAZY BEVAUSE IM TARDJE ONCE HAHAHSHSHSHS ONE TIME AND THEY ACT LIKE #I ASKED FOR 5000 DOLLARS AND TO KILL THEIR FUCKING GRANDPABAND FIVKING I ASK FOR AN EXTENTION OOOONCE IN ENLGLISH AJD I HAVE A 504 IBOAY FOR #THAT BUT NO HE JUST GRILACES AND SAYS JUST THIS ONCE ONE WHOLE DAY AFTER CONGRADUALTING ME FOR BEINGG THE MOST PROFUCTIVE STUDENT IN HIS CL #CLASS THIS YEAR AND THE FUCKING GOV TEACHER IM ONE OF 5 WITHOUT KISSING WORK 5 I FUCKING AND THEN SHE GETS MAD BECAUSE I WAS LATE DUE TO A #FUCKING PRACTOCE AP TEST AJSJSJSJDLFKTJ AND MY FUCKING CERAMICS TEACHER OOOH MY GOD #HAVE U EVER WOKEN UP AND DECODED TO CRUSH A KIDS DREAM? WELL HE DID!! I STAYED UP TIL 5 AM DOING WHAT I THOUGHT WAS THE ASSIGNMENT BECAUSE #HE DOESNT PIST JEW ASSIGNMENTS ITS THE SAME VLASSROOM FROM 2018 SO I YHOUGHTS THATS WHAT I HAD TO DO SO HE TOLD ME TO JUST QUIT ART BECAUSE #‘I DIDNT HAVE WHAT IT TOOK’ BECAUSE I FIDD THE WROG GFIFIKVING SSOSHNEMTN SHDHDJDKFKFKFJFKKFKF AHAHAHHA HAHS #AND I PASSERD OUT EARLY LAST NJGHT SND DIDNT GET TO PACK MY BAD SO I WAS A FEW MINUTES LATE SO MY MOM YELLED ST ME THE ENTIRE DRIVE TO SCHOO #CUZ IT WAS SOOOOO ITESPEOKSIBLE OF ME AND I SHOULD HAVE KNOE TO PACK UP WHEN I WAS TIRED BUT HERES THE THING!!! I ALWAYSBSTART PACKING EHEN #IM TIRED! I WAS JUST EXAUHAAYED FROM GETTING 3 HOURS OF SLEEP EACH NIGHT AND FEEL ASLEEP SITTING UP DOING MY HW ONE TIME!! AND THAT WAS SOOO #LAZY OF ME HDJFKFKTKTKK I BOUGHT A WEIGHTED BLANKET RECENTLY BUT SHE WONT LET ME HAVE IT UNTIL MY ROOMS CLEAN AS IF I WVEN HAVE FREE TIME #TO DO STUFF I LIKE IN THE FIRST PLACE FHFJFJFJ AND NOW I CANT PARTICIPATE IN SPLATFEST BECAUSE SHE THINKS THAT THE HOUR I SPEND WORKING ARE #SPENT ON MY PHONE SO SHES DRAGGING ME TO THE MOUNTSINS EVEN THO I TOLD HER I CANT EVEN SKI FOR A FUCKING DAY DU TO HOMEWORK #AND FUCK FJFJFJF EVEYRONES JUST SO PISSY ST ME FOR TRHIJG MY FIVKING HADRESY EVEN MY FROEND GOT FUCKING MAD BECAUSEY WORK LOAD MADE IT SEEM #LIKE I WAS BORED LISTENING TO THEM TALK FOR 12 FUCKING HOURS STRAIGHT EVERY SINGLE DAY EVEN THO THE SECOND I TRY TO SHARE NAYTJING THEY GO #OFFLINE OR JUST GLAZE OVER IT OR NOT EVEN READ EVEN THO ITS LIKE 30 MINUTES OF ME TALKING EHEN THEY SPEND EVERY SINGLE DAY TALKING #AND THEY GOT SO MAD I TOOK AWHILE TO RESPOND BEVAUSE I HAD 70 PAGES TO READ AND ANNOATTE 3 PAGES OF ANALYIS TO WRITE AND 5 ARTICLES TO READ #WEITE HALF PAGES EACH ON ALL DUE IN INE DAY #i cant do this man i’m actually like this is it HSJDJ eveeyones so disappointed and mad at me for taking school seriously but having my #struggles i think i’ll just jump off a bridge the next time some one drags me down. ANYWAY XOXO LOVE U TUMBLR 💖💖💖💖

[corknaut]

stumbling out of the sat exam hall covered in blood like i think that went well

#im feeling a 1530+ maybe unless i got cocky #reading was a slog cuz it was 8:30 and i was eepy but i had some tea n breezed thru writing and no calc math #math with calc not feelin too bad either. ahh just glad to be out #my 504 program comes with extra time accommodations but this was just fucking ridiculous. i went in 7:45 and left 1:45 #like id finish n check my answers and still have to sit around for 30 minutes. couldnt even read my book #augh. so cold today as well #might get a treat from cvs and take a fat nap when i get home #rare original cork post. donot look #and a kissaroo to everyone who wished me luck while i was fighting for my life in there

[sophieakatz]

Thursday Thoughts: The Fairy Tale of the Spontaneous Protest

I keep coming across an ongoing argument on social media – mostly on TikTok – about boycotts and how to do them effectively. Repeatedly, I see white feminists declaring that it’s time for a day where we don’t go to work or buy anything, and that we should perform this boycott on this specific date or dates. And then I see black people and people of color point out that if you suddenly declare a boycott like this, a boycott with a specific end date, it won’t work.

Frankly, the critics of these “boycotts” are correct. A day-long or even week-long boycott, declared with a few days’ notice, will not be effective.

Firstly, a short-notice boycott is one that most people will not be able to participate in. Most people cannot afford to suddenly not go to work without losing their jobs, or to suddenly not buy anything without losing their access to food and medicine. Being able to on a whim have a day where you don’t participate in capitalism is a privilege. Being able to suddenly drop your normal routine and know that you will still have food, shelter, and childcare a week from now is a privilege.

Secondly, a boycott with an end date does not have the impact that white feminists assume it will. The whole point of a protest is to tell the target, “You need us more than we need you. We can live without you. We will not give you what you want until you give us what we want.” The way you make that point is by holding out until the target of the protest gives you what you want. If you tell the target of the protest outright that you will only be boycotting them for these specific dates, then they know that after that date, you will go back to supporting them as before, even though nothing has changed. A boycott with an end date says, “We can’t actually live without you.”

Now, this isn’t to say that protests and boycotts can’t work. This blog post is me, a white woman, calling in white people: listen to the BIPOC activists who have been doing the work the whole time. They’re telling us that boycotts require months of planning – organizing within your community to make sure that everyone has their needs taken care of, so that the boycott can go long as long as it needs to. And “as long as it needs to” means as long as it will take to make the people who hold power in our society afraid to harm us anymore.

This post is also me, a white woman, taking a moment to wonder why white people think that a one-day on-a-whim boycott will work. Why are we so enamored with this idea? Why don’t we think that this kind of social action is long, difficult, and requires lots of planning?

Answer: because we’ve been taught that protest is always spontaneous and performative.

We’re told the same story over and over – a bad thing happened, and so people suddenly took to the streets and made a lot of noise, and suddenly the world became a better place. I remember being told in elementary school that Rosa Parks was a little old lady who just happened to decide one day to not give up her seat on the bus for a white person, because she was tired, and that that’s what sparked the Montgomery Bus Boycott. It’s a simple story, and it’s also a lie. Rosa Parks was not some random person too tired to stand. She was an activist – the secretary of the local chapter of the NAACP. And the Black people of Montgomery had been planning this boycott for months. Really. Look it up.

Also, since it’s currently Disability Pride Month, I recommend that you look up the 504 Sit-in – and just take a moment, or preferably several moments, to think about how much planning and community cooperation was required to pull that off. How much determination and communal support was required to stay there for a month, until the disabled activists’ demands were met. This was not spontaneous. It was successful.

White people love the fairy tale of the spontaneous protest. I can’t help but think now about how on January 6th, 2021, everyone was talking about the riots like they had come completely out of nowhere. Now, we’re learning the truth – that there was nothing spontaneous about it, that it was a planned coup, and that the “protestors” were supported and enabled by very powerful people.

I’m not inclined to believe in spontaneous protest anymore. Here’s what I do believe in:

I believe in the power of people to work together. To pool their resources. To support each other. To communicate and make sure that everyone has their needs met. I believe in the power of people to change the world. I believe that this takes hard work.

And I believe that this work is worth doing.

#thursday thoughts #boycotts #protests #social justice #activism #community organizing #disability pride month #rosa parks #504 sit in #feminism #white feminism

[pulsar-ray]

my 504 is working wonders for me today let's hope it continues

#chilling in an empty classroom ! i know i won't be able to tolerate my desk in psych so i hope she'll let me either go by the wall or sit #outside the classroom #if she doesn't i still have my ultimate power of legal entry to the office for as long as i need so hoo ray! #i find it funny that the only teacher who didn't accommodate me before the 504 was the ableist homophobic one. go to hell brian

[querenciasturniolo]

WHERE CHRIS OR MATT PROPOSE TO YOU ON CHRISTMAS!!!!!

promise ⮕ m.s.

word count: 504

warnings: swearing, S H O R T

summary: request (sorta)

a/n: i changed it a LITTLE bit, don’t kill me 🙏🏻 this was SO cute to write honestly, i love it.

“Come here, I want to talk to you.”

You followed Matt hesitantly to his room. The triplets had just flown into Boston for the holidays, and after the family festivities, he insisted you come over right away for your gift. He’d had yet to give it to you, your gifts for the family had already been dispersed, and used to it as you were by now, you had embarrassingly opened the gifts they had gotten for you.

“I feel bad, your family is downstairs ready to watch the movie and we’re holding them up.” You whispered behind him. He faced you with raised eyebrows.

“It’s fine, we’ll be down there in no time, just trust me.” He said. The two of you reached his room, and you looked around expectantly. His room was exactly the same as it was the last time you were in it.

You met his eyes with raised eyebrows. He rolled his eyes and gestured to the bed. “Sit down, you dork.” With a sigh, you followed his instructions and sat down, watching his every move as he sat next to you and slid his hand under his pillow. “Don’t freak out, it isn’t what you think it is.”

You frowned and watched him pull out a little blue box. Your heart rate skyrocketed as your gaze flickered to his eyes. He was looking at you completely stone-faced and then sighed. “Didn’t I just say don’t freak out?” He asked, a small laugh leaving his lips as he opened the box.

A ring rested in between the cushions, not at all helping your heart palpitations as you tried to figure out what else this could possibly be. “Matty.” You mumbled, Matt’s lips between his teeth as he tried to contain his laughter.

“It’s a promise ring, would you calm down?” He said, a relieved sigh leaving your lips.

“A promise ring?” You whispered, your eyes meeting his as your face heated up. He nodded with a smile on his face. “Why?”

He bit his lip and shook his head. “God, you’re dense, huh?” He teased. He gently took the ring from the box and held his hand out to you. You rested your hand in his immediately, never taking your gaze from his face as he slid the band onto your finger.

“I wanted you to know that no matter what happens, I promise that this will always be here. You and I, we’re gonna make it. I have no intentions of ever breaking that promise, because I love you, and I want you around for as long as you want to be.”

You grinned at him, fighting off the salty tears pooling in your eyes as you wrapped your arms around his neck and buried your face in his shoulder.

“I love you, so fucking much. Thank you.” You whispered, pulling away and pressing a sweet kiss to his lips.

It wasn’t an engagement ring, but the promise he’d made had you feeling a love you’d never felt before.

tags: @strniolo , @ssturniolo , @thetriplets3 , @stvrni0lo , @gabbylovesreading , @dwntwn-strnlo , @tylerscreat0r , @toyourloves , @lvrsparadise , @angelcake-222 , @20nugs , @obsessivencrazy , @lollibumblebee , @stargirlv0id , @jellybeanbby , @idontexistman , @emssturniolo

#sturniolo triplets #chris sturniolo #christopher sturniolo #matt sturniolo #matthew sturniolo #nick sturniolo #nicolas sturniolo #sturniolo #matt sturniolo imagine #matt sturniolo fic #matt sturniolo blurb #matt sturniolo x you #matt sturniolo x reader

[decolonize-the-left]

"I was learning more and more about what discrimination was, and equally important, I was learning that I needed to become my own advocate. I was entering college, Long Island University, and I had always wanted to be a teacher, and sol minored in education and I took all the appropriate courses, and then when it was time for me to go for my license, I had to take a written exam, an oral exam and a medical exam. At that time, all three of those exams were given in completely inaccessible buildings, so I had friends who carried me up and down the steps for these exams, not in a motorized wheelchair in a manual wheelchair.

But I passed my oral exam. I passed my written exam.

My medical exam was something completely different. One of the first questions the doctor asked me was, could I please show her how I went to the bathroom. I was 22 years old and you know when you go for any kind of an interview, you think about all the kinds of questions that people could ask you?

That was not one of them."

#judith huemann #disability justice #ada #american disabilities act #disability rights #accessibility #disabled ppl 🤝 trans people having bathroom trauma

[capricorn-0mnikorn]

So whenever your disability pride flag is shared on tiktok, ive noticed people asking why do disabled people need a pride flag, or saying that we dont deserve one because we are "co opting" the gay pride movement... and i am honestly at a loss at what to say to them

Okay, then: here's some Disability Pride Talking points for you, when you come upon that assumption:

First: The Disability Rights Movement gained steam in the U.S. at the same time as the Civil Rights Movement was advocating for racial equality, and the Women's Rights movement was advocating for gender equality -- all in the same decade as the Stonewall Riots.

Second: it may seem like Disability Pride Month is "copying" Queer Pride Month, because July comes right after June. But the reason we celebrate Disability Pride Month in July is because that's when The Americans with Disabilities Act was signed: on July 26, 1990. This was the first Disabilities Rights act in the world. It was followed in 1995 by the Disabilities Discrimination Act in the U.K., and in 2019 in Canada.

Third: on April 5, 1977, the (American) Nationwide 504 Sit-in (Wikipedia article) began, to protest the fact that three presidents in a row had been stalling for four years to implement Disability Civil Rights legislation. Disability advocates staged sit-ins in Federal Buildings for the Department of Health, Education, and Welfare, in Atlanta, Boston, Chicago, Denver, Los Angeles, New York City, Philadelphia, and Seattle, San Fransisco, and Washington D.C..

The sit-in in Washington D.C. lasted 28 hours. The Sit-in in San Fransisco lasted 25 Days, and remains the longest occupation of a Federal Government building in U.S. History (It was epic). The civil rights group The Black Panthers also helped with logistical support.

The police tried to force the people inside to leave by cutting phone lines, forgetting that there were people who knew American Sign Language both inside the building, and outside, in the crowd, and they relayed messages back and forth through the windows (excuse me while I take a Cackle break).

Finally: Disabled people are human beings, and deserve all the human rights as everyone else. But a lot of people in authority, look at our lives from the outside, decide that we already have a low-quality of life (without actually asking us), and deciding that it wouldn't be so bad if we died. You know, at the start of the COVID-19 outbreak in this country, it was a fairly common policy that if hospitals ran low on ventilators, they'd just take them from disabled people who needed to use them every day? Remember that?

That's why we have to get loud.

#Disability Pride Month ♿ #Disability History #just a few talking points #there are many more #Covid-19 #Rationing health care #eugenics #''quality of life'' #nothing about us without us

[broadcast-into-the-void]

mikasa free-use drabble

Contains: Free-use, Exhibitionism (??), Somnophilia, Oral sex (reader receiving and mentions of reader giving, not to mikasa), Dom!Mikasa, Implied threesomes or just doing S with other people, Pussy eater!Mikasa, Mikasa lovessssssssss eating pussy, Pet names (pretty, baby, reader calls mikasa ma'am lol)

(WC: 504)

A/N: i'm gonna do drabbles/headcanons for different characters in this free-use au. send me some character requests or headcanons in my requests if you feel like it!

minors or ageless blogs dni, i'm so serious

everyone loves your pussy, but mikasa loves your pussy.

if you’re sitting next to her, she’s applying feather-like touches to your clit over your panties— eyes locked to your clothed hole waiting to see you leak for her.

she loves dragging her finger over that dark patch feeling how wet you are for her.

if you’re laying on your stomach on the couch, she’s lifting your skirt up just to stare at your clothed pussy while she gropes your plump ass.

if you walk past her on the couch, she’s grabbing your hand, pulling you towards her, and forcing you to sit on her face. both her and your pussy hidden from everyone else because of that damned skirt.

mikasa was the first one to advocate for you exclusively wearing shirts. it gave her easy access to you.

just one lift of your skirt and she could dive in, smelling you before pulling your panties to the side.

everyone knows to let mikasa have her alone time with your pussy. reiner has the scars to prove it.

her tongue is a gift from the gods.

the way her tongue knows every spot it could reach inside your walls to make you whine and smother her face with the clench of your thighs grinding your clit against her nose.

she saves her fingers for special occasions. 

when one of them is getting off by fucking your face, her fingers find their way inside you guiding you to your own orgasm.

even when they’ve cum on your face or in your mouth, mikasa’s fingers are stuffed deep inside your gummy walls soaking themselves in your cum for her to suck on later.

she’s never once sought out pleasure from you herself. your taste is all she desires.

you often wake up to her smothering herself in your wetness, the breeze from your open window hardening your nipples for her to pinch.

“you left it open just for me, didn’t you, pretty?” she whispers, mouth detaching from your clit to kiss up your body.

“a big, strong man could have climbed through instead, but you left it open for me?” her middle finger drags itself against your slit.

“you wanted me to come in and please you, baby?” she mumbles around your areola, her hand moving from your other breast to cup your chin.

“you wanted me to fuck you stupid with my tongue, right?” she whispers on your lips, laughing at your attempts to lean up and kiss her.

her grip around your chin tightens and her pointer finger plays with your bottom lip begging you to answer her question.

“yes, ma’am,” you whine, grinding your pussy against her finger still playing with your entrance.

she eats you out until you fall back asleep or until she physically can’t.

she won’t stop until her jaw aches so much she can’t kiss you goodnight.

as dominant as she is with you, you will always wake up to her smothered between your breasts hugging you close to her.

#attack on titan #attack on titan smut #mikasa #mikasa ackerman #mikasa x reader #mikasa ackerman x reader #mikasa smut #mikasa x reader smut #mikasa ackerman smut #mikasa ackerman x reader smut

[askthebadkidz]

I just realized why krispycreme potato chip or whatever the fuck makes me so viscerally uncomfortable.

she’s literally the person who argues against disability aid for ‘giving people an unfair advantage’. She is the girl who complains that she, as a neurotypical, is not eligible for a 504 plan, or that she has to do gym while the person who can barely walk gets to sit out.

also, I bet if Riz had food stamps and mentioned it she’d go on a whole tangent about how people on food stamps are lazy and/or try and get his food stamps taken away (since they’re already trying to get them kicked out of school apparently) she seems that like girl. She might do it discreetly but she’d still do it

-Mod Riz

#fantasy high #d20 #dimension 20

[tihgnari]

ꕤ 43. something more valuable

tw: sorta? kidnapping, violence / wc: 1k

you're currently sitting on the softest sofa known to man, staring back and forth as ayaka takes matters into her own hands. you weren't in the best of moods after getting shot down by aoki while trying to convince her to text ayato; she was so stubborn it felt like you were talking to a damn wall. 

"think of it this way," ayaka says, looking at a cross-armed aoki straight in the eye as they paced back and forth in the middle of the suite's living room. "you ask ayato where he is, he responds, then we go meet him, yn and him make up, and voila! no more wedding! happy ever after for everybody! doesn't that sound amazing?"

your eyebrows raise when you see the cogs working in aoki's brain.

ayaka sends you a tiny non-verbal message, and you immediately catch on. "right! if you ask him for us now, ayaka herself will guarantee ayato will no longer be your problem. i think that's a win-win situation right there."

aoki sighs. "...fine. i'll go ask him."

—

the hotel he's checked in may not be as fancy as the principe, but when he's too busy running away from a loveless marriage forced onto him, even a shabby inn can feel a hundred times better than the five star hotel his grandfather had arranged for them. 

"this hotel's kinda good, too, don't you think?" you whisper at ayaka inside the elevator, but there were too many people crammed into the cart for you to see her expression in the elevator's mirrored walls. 

"the carpets look unmaintained and the plants at the lobby are plastic but sure, the hotel's a-okay—ouch!" 

you pinch her side, panicked, before looking around if an employee might've overheard your conversation. 

"yn, i'm telling the truth," ayaka defends herself. "we just walked in, asked if an ayato kamisato had checked in in this establishment, they said yes and even gave us his door number. how is this safe? what if we were debt collectors or… or a gang looking for him? like—come on, is customer privacy not a thing here?"

ding!

"alright, this is our floor," you mutter, pulling a still complaining ayaka's wrist through the throng of people. you can still hear her talking as you walk down the hallway, silently chanting the door number of ayato's room as you pass by. 

502… 503… 504… there! 505!

only when you raised your fist to knock on the mahogany door did you realize there's a slight tremble in your hand. for a split second, you froze, the reality of the situation and what you're about to do and who you're about to face suddenly becomes too real and too overwhelming for you. 

"hey." 

ayaka gently squeezes your shoulder. 

"i know my brother, and i know he'll forgive you."

"thank you."

you knock. three times. your heart rate spikes when you hear movement on the other side of the door. heavy footfalls on the carpet, striding closer to the door. you see the door knob turn, practically hearing the mechanism inside turning into place as the door swings open and—

"girls, i've been expecting."

"wait, what? grandpa?!"

that was the only thing you heard, until a heavy object came in contact with the back of your head, successfully knocking you out cold. 

—

when you come to be, your head's still aching and you just want to go right back ahead to sleep, but the two people screaming didn't let that happen. the room seems to be barren and incredibly small. even in your half-conscious state, you've registered this fact solely for how loud their voices jumped within the small room. 

"what is the meaning of this, grandpa?! order them to untie me right this instant! i'm your granddaughter for god's sake!"

ayaka seems to have already grasped the full length of the situation you both were in. not that you were surprised. 

you were slowly but surely coming to, but the room has yet to notice. 

"i can't believe you just hit my best friend with a metal bat, you asshole! you're going to pay for that!" ayaka hisses at the person standing on her side. she recognizes his face. a guard his grandfather had since before she even came to be in this world. 

"i don't see any fault in my actions. she may be your friend as you so claim but to me? she's a lowly scum who managed to seduce my grandson and turn him away from me. ayato had always understood his duty of marrying for the sake of the family business—for my sake."

ayaka used to adore her grandfather as she never had a proper father figure in her entire life. but only now is she seeing the ugly truths her childlike mind had been too ignorant to miss. 

"what grandfather even makes—"

"i can't possibly fathom what this woman has that made ayato threaten his mother saying he'll renounce his inheritance! to make him want to leave behind everything i've built for this family! such selfishness should not be tolerated!"

"that's because he found something more valuable!"

you flinched at the resounding slap you heard. 

it was a split-second action. something that a normal person could've missed if he was too preoccupied with something else — but nothing slips past the current head of the kamisato family. 

"i see you're awake," he says, addressing you. "good. both of you should hear what i'm about to say next." 

their grandfather straightens his robes, adjusting the grip he has on his sterling-silver walking cane topped with an extravagant, swarovski-studded japanese camellia — the kamisato family crest. 

"i'm done tolerating your tricks, ayaka, may this punishment straighten your priorities and remind you that nothing is more important nor valuable than family. ayato and aoki are to be wed, and not one of you is to spoil those plans. you both will remain here, inside this room, locked away with no communication to the outside world at least until the ceremony is over. i'd hate to do this, but you girls left me with no choice."

he turns to leave and ayaka screams at the top of her lungs. 

"mom will never forgive you for doing this to me!"

her grandfather stops, standing at the frame of the door. 

"no, child. it's your mother that should ask for my forgiveness for raising such an insolent child like you."

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a kamisato ayato social media au

summary — it was only recently you found out kamisato ayaka was, in fact, not an only child after all! seeing ayato for the first time gave you the severest case of the butterflies but according to ayaka, he’s off limits, especially to you as her most treasured friend. well, what she doesn’t know won’t hurt, right?

notes — yay chapter bc im in a good mood cuz i won my 50/50 hehe pray i get his cons and signature weap after i offer scara all my savings lmao

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[autisticadvocacy]

“[R]ather than waiting until watered-down regulations were issued publicly and then responding, issue by issue, this meant the government would have to respond to the demonstrators…People would go and stay, until the issue was resolved definitively.”

[forevermoonyy]

Pairing: bucky barnes x reader

Warning: Just smut. No plot.

Word count: 504

A/N: just something i found in my drafts. Hope you enjoy it.

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All you could do was stare at his lips. They were red, just like the wine you had spilled on his shirt a few minutes back. He had an effect on you, and you didn't care if it was just the alcohol kicking in. You craved him; Longed to feel his touch on your skin. You gave in to your thoughts and leaned in to kiss him. He didn't react, so you pulled back to look at him. He had an expression you couldn't quite read. When you opened your mouth to apologise, he grabbed the back of your neck and smashed his lips into yours. He started kissing you like there was no tomorrow, so you put your glass on the coffee table and moved your leg so you could straddle him. You let out a whimper when you felt his bulge against your clothed mound. You could feel him throbbing. He grabbed your waist as you rolled your hips against his. You pulled back so you could breathe. Bucky rested his head in the back of the couch, you listened to both your hitched breaths for a few seconds before you took his metal arm in your hands and brought it to your neck. He looked at you and grinned from ear to ear while closing his hand around your neck, and God, that turned you on even more. Your lips met his again, but this time he took his time feeling you. His hand slid from your neck to your chest while you started unbuttoning his shirt. His lips moved to your jawline, then your neck, and you moaned as you felt his muscles flexing against your fingertips. In what felt like a blink of an eye, he pushed you in your back and started undressing you, ripping your clothes off. Now only in your underwear, you grabbed him by his dog tags and kissed him. He pulled back and looked at you. His eyes that were once the prettiest shade of blue were now black. You brought your hand to his face, and for the first time since you kissed him, he said something.

"Can I taste you?". You held back a smile and replied yes.

He took off your panties and positioned himself between your thighs. You tried to sit on your elbow but fell down when he brushed his lips up against your cunt, and slid his warm tongue on your folds. You pulled your head back while a moan escaped your throat. He started eating you out like a starved man. He pushed a finger into you and curled it upwards. You arched your back and moaned his name. He growled in response to that like your moans were the best thing he'd ever heard.

"Fuck, sweetheart. Is that your spot?". He repeated his action, and just in seconds he had you mewling just for him. When you were about to reach your high, he pulled from you. "I want you to cum around my cock, darling"

#marvel #mcu #bucky barnes smut #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes