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awesamkiller · 1 year
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Hit ya (hit ya)
with the (with the)
punk (punk)
tactics!
reblogs are better than likes!
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buglaur · 9 months
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she's live
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now you can see what everyones height is in my head because i refuse to download height sliders. look at ass <3
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beepmeowiskarkat · 1 month
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Hey does anyone have any analogical fic recs where Virgil is autistic with severe sensory processing issues, suffers from OCD and / or has mobility issues? Ive seen a lot of disabled logan analogical fics but I feel like absolute shit and I need to see myself repped by my fav.
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transfemlogan · 1 year
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Patton Sanders says its always morally acceptable 2 hit ableists w/ ur cane or crutches
Logan Sanders says its always logical 2 run over ableists w/ ur wheelchair or walker
Roman & Remus Sanders say 2 get CREATIVE & think of FUN WAYS u can SHOVE ur mobility aid UP ableists ASSES!
Janus Sanders says its always ok 2 lie 2 ableists. He also reminds you to push every ableist down the stairs.
Virgil Sanders says its okay if you cant stand up for yourself, because you are anxious or worried. Stay safe.
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expolikestoart · 10 months
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@anaroceitweek
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lily-janus · 11 months
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Someone Like You - Chapter 4
Chapter 1 | chapter 2 | chapter 3 | next
Summary: the inevitable clush between the two ex-friends.
Pairings: roceit
Warnings: disability, public humiliation, painful history, angst. I think that's it but let me know if I missed anything.
Word count: 1,183
It's that time of the week again folks! And this time I bring you the first chapter that was written by me only! Hope you all enjoy^^ @prince-rowan-of-the-forest
"That's a terrible idea." Janus deadpanned as Roman finished telling him his next idea for their project.
It was a few days after he… after they toured the potential places of filming their little film.
"What? Why? We can't film it with just the both of us! We need a crew!" Roman protested.
"A different crew, then." Janus said stubbornly.
"Oh c'mon, what's wrong with my friends?" Roman folded his arms over his chest, waiting for Janus' answer.
"I… They don't know anything about film-making." Janus tried to come up with an excuse. Roman might treat him nicely for some unknown reason Janus is still trying to figure out, but that doesn't say anything about the rest of his friends. And.. of course there's um… There's Virgil.
So, obviously Janus can't work with them, he does not have the energy to deal with what that entailed.
"Yes they do! I promise, plus they're really nice and great people… Well, Logan can be a bit stiff but he does have a good heart." Roman continued insisting.
"Just… no, okay?" For fuck's sake that sounded so pathetic, what's wrong with him? Well… besides the obvious.
There was a beat of silence in which Janus could feel Roman's gaze studying him.
"What's your problem with my friends? You don't even know them. I promise they won't judge if that's what you're worried about." Roman said again, though much softer this time.
"I just… I prefer to avoid meeting new people." He settled on, eventually. Which was half truth, true, he hated meeting new people. But, unfortunately, Virgil is far from 'new people'.
"Ohhh I see." Roman said, and Janus let out a sigh of relief. "I'll help you then!" Roman said immediately after, dragging Janus away from the lockers before he processed what was happening.
"What? No! Roman! Let go of me!" He almost dropped his cane from the surprise-dragging, left leg aching as he struggled to keep up and free himself from Roman's grip.
Someone must have walked towards them in Janus' blindspot and bumped straight into him, making him lose his balance and fall painfully on his behind. He heard some faint chuckles and his cheeks burned in embarrassment.
He lost his cane during the fall and attempted to crawl towards it when he saw a hand in front of his face.
"Janus! Oh gosh I'm so sorry… Are you okay? Can I help y-" Roman said distressingly above him.
"I think…" Janus cut him off, "you've helped enough" he hissed at him, finally reaching his cane and using it to help him get back on his feet without Roman's help.
Roman looked down in shame, "right… sorry, I just thought you'll see him coming your way and-" he tried to explain himself but Janus was already walking away, trying to ignore the laughter that followed him.
"O-okay… see you after school for our project okay?!" He shouted over the rackous in the hallway but Janus didn't grace him with a response.
Despite not answering Roman about whether or not they'll be meeting after school, he still found him waiting for him outside of his last class. He would have loved to ignore him and go home but they still had a project to finish and he did not feel like failing this class.
Roman bit his lip, "listen, about earlier-"
"Just forget about it, what are we doing today?" Janus cut off his less-than-genuine-apology.
Roman sighed, seeming to have expected this reaction, "...if that's what you want… I thought we could work on our costumes today but…" he hesitated.
"But what?"
"Well, as much as I hate to admit it, Virgil is way better than me when it comes to sewing… but I know you two have a history so… I guess we'll do our best with my skills." He laughed awkwardly.
Janus huffed, "how bad can it be?"
"Um… sewing-my-hand-into-the-fabric kind of bad?"
Janus swore under his breath, heart aching in his chest as he realized there's not going to be any way around it. Life just keeps being oh so kind to him. "Fine… whatever, let's go to Virgil's and get this over with."
Roman smiled in relief, "oh good, I'm sure this won't be awkward at all!" Janus would have said that sentence with a lot more sarcasm but Roman seems to really mean it, ignorance is bliss I guess.
"Oh, Roman, what's up man?" Virgil said in surprise when he opened the door, "...and Janus… long time no see?" He rubbed the back of his neck awkwardly as he noticed his ex-friend at the doorway as well.
"I don't want to be here anymore than you want me here, trust me." Was all Janus said as he walked inside after Roman.
"...good to see you too." Virgil sighed, closing the door behind them. "Roman, what did we say about springing upon me human interaction without warning? Texting is not very complicated, you know." He said tiredly, leading them to his room.
"Sorry, Virge, it was kind of last minute and I forgot to notify you, we won't be long though, just need your help with our English project." Roman apologized, Janus staying silent beside him, trying his best to sink into the floor but not really succeeding.
"Oh, the Macbeth one? What do you need me for?" Virgil asked, walking to sit on his bed.
Janus tried readlly really hard to ignore the pinch of nostalgia this place brought, Virgil's room especially… he does not cherish those memories at all… in case you were wondering. He knows now it was all fake, Virgil was just his friend as long as he was his only option, once he got more, he was more than happy to ditch him for those…. Not that Janus cared, alone suited him just fine.
"...what do you think, Janus?"
He was suddenly aware of everyone's eyes on him and he realized he spaced out without noticing. "Um… it's great!" He hoped that fit with the question Roman asked him.
Roman and Virgil exchanged looks, "ah… we asked if it was okay if I measured you guys before I start working on Roman's designs? Are you okay?" Virgil said, frowning at him.
Janus huffed in annoyance, "like you care… and yes, fine, whatever, just make it quick."
Virgil rolled his eyes, "of course, wouldn't want to make you suffer in my company for more than necessary."
"Aw c'mon, Virge, he didn't mean that-"
"Yes, that'll be appreciated, thank you." Janus agreed.
"Janus!" Roman protested.
"I don't know what's your issue with me, I never ditched anyone to hang with the more popular kids the first chance I got. Virgil on the other hand…" Janus spat, watching Virgil's gaze turn downward.
"That's not what happened, and you know it." He said quietly.
Janus gripped his cane and turned to face the door, "keep telling yourself that." He opened the door and made to leave.
"Wait! What about-"
"I'll measure myself at home and send it to you, goodbye." And he walked away without another word.
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howam-i-theparent · 11 months
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Weird dreams I’ve had (pt.3)
Another sanders sides one
It was Janus Remus and Virgil just chilling In a room
It was just a slightly different drawn style of my own style
Janus had his right arm amputated (the human side)
Remus has his left leg amputated and was using a cane
Remus and Janus were leaning on each other standing up
Virgil was just sitting in a wheelchair in the corner
They were just hanging out talking, I couldn’t hear anything they were saying tho
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Today’s disabled character of the day is Virgil Adamson from At First Sight, who is blind and has a service animal
Requested by Anon
[Image Description: Photo of Val Kilmer playing Virgil Adamson. He is sitting on a bench in a park, with a black seeing eye dog with a black harness. He is wearing a tan jacket with fur on the inside, blue button up shirt, jeans, and tan sunglasses. Behind him a women in a black jacket is walking away.]
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As someone who relates most (non-exclusively) to the brain cell squad (Analoceit) it sure is FUN managing stress/anxiety sometimes. /s
(I'm feeling better spirits than I was this morning... but I'm going to say it's MOSTLY because the Acute Anxiety Response ran out of steam. That internal Logan always steps in to remind me that no feeling is forever and all that - it's like a muscle contraction, you can't hold/fire that indefinitely. You will eventually run out of juice to feel or do that specific thing, before your nerves need to reset.)
Having had GAD on/off my charts for like the last decade makes me think of my relationship with Anxiety.
I'm a psych nerd, I knew about the concept of eustress vs distress before I even got in the SaSi fandom. But who boy the actual difference between the two things in executive functioning impacts.
Maintaining Janus-like composure to make Adulting Phone Calls? Within limits, but seriously fuck that. (Especially when I don't have a script/outline or the right expectations/questions/answers. Is this pending? Did I send that to the right place? Am I contacting the right people? Am I connecting datum together rationally? Etc.)
Indulging in Logan-esque info dumping about psychology and literary analysis or medical stuff? Please. I can do that all day. That shit cheers me up very easily.
Now... if i can dip into the excitement/eustress-y Virgil-ish nonsense... that's be great for my writing. HHHHh-
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malformedstars · 8 months
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gah i dont have a lot of followers so opening coms is like, a huge maybe and i seem to have awful luck with them but im hella mentally ill and cant get a job lol
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rusted-muses · 1 year
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What are Leline and Virgil's favourite colours?
Virgil: "Gold. The color of your eyes."
Leline: "My eyes are green."
Virgil: "But I can't see green, so to me, they look gold. They're like a sunrise that only I perceive."
Leline: "That's so sweet!"
Virgil: "What about you?"
Leline: "Brown."
Virgil: "Like my eyes?"
Leline: "Like bread."
Virgil: "Valid."
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awesamkiller · 1 year
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The trio. Also. Remus is the shortest canonically in my designs ✨
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figbian · 2 years
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vulcan simile in book 8 challenge (the challenge is to be normal. this is quite difficult for scholarship)
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kaleidescopic · 9 months
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little things i loved about trinity theatre's production of rtc (because i love this cast more than life and am totally not biased) (Ferris wheel cast btw)
 Feral Ocean (she kept trying to fight literally everyone)
Jane and Constance my darlings
Karnak laughing at his own jokes
Mischa kissing both Noel and Ricky out-of-song just for the hell of it
Noel and Constance friendship
"Talia" was a woman randomly picked from the audience and they all sung and danced around her
Noel doing basically the whole show in heels
The extra cats in SABM
The parts of the script from 2016 (Ricky kept his disability!!!)
Jane giving Noel a hug after Noels Lament (they are so best friend coded istg)
All. Of. Their. Voices
Mischa had a mullet
The extra bits they added
The actors looked exactly what I imagine their respective characters look like in my head (POC Noel, curly haired Ocean, literally everything about Constance)
SPEAKING OF CONSTANCE
OH MY GOD I LOVE HER
IM USUALLY NOT THE BIGGEST CONSTANCE FAN
BUT HOLY SHIT TIFFANY POLITE MADE HER EASILY MY FAVORITE CHARACTER
TRINITY CONSTANCE IS MY WIFE FUCK YOU
Jane making the doll clap after Ocean's speech
Just the doll in general
Ocean coming out with a little sombrero after Karnak mentions the song about affordable Mexican cuisine
Ricky playing the violin in Noel's Lament
Janes movements and eyes
Noel and Mischa cuddling after TNBS
Penny's dog is named Savannah
CONSTANCE SMILED AT ME DURING TBOJD I NEARLY DIED RIGHT THEN AND THERE
Ricky and Jane playing with the accordion and doll to make a rollercoaster after the Savannah scene
"FORNICATION UNDER CONSENT OF THE KINGGG" "no."
ESGAL kazoos
They changed the notes in Sugar Cloud to make it more fit for an altos range and I honestly liked it better than the og
Penny became a roller coaster engineer
Prop cameos in Penny's house
Jawbreaker and Sugar Cloud was surreal irl I will never shut up about how good Constance was
Virgil was just a projected video of a mouse eating cheese it was hilarious
Jane sung TBOJD while spinning on one of those the magicians boards
Constance had 2 party hats during TNBS, one on each space bun, she was adorable
Noel and Mischa started hyping Constance up after she punched Ocean
Noel and Ocean making up at the end
Ocean angrily sweeping the feathers from the boa after Noel's Lament
Noel was so sassy but supportive I love him
Jane disappearing behind the curtain after her entrance and Constance jump scaring her and everyone else when she opens it to see no one there… twice
Jane tying a ribbon around her neck then untying in the beginning and end Dream of Lifes
Ocean looked like that one character from over the garden wall with her party hat in TNBS
Constance crossing herself when Karnak brings up her virginity like Ocean
Ocean stealing the halo from Jane after the erection line
Ocean stretching and doing vocal warmups every time Constance tried to start the improv
THE ACTORS
HOLY HELL THEY WERE SO NICE
I LOVED ALL OF THEM
ESPECIALLY MIA
SHE WAS THE SINGLE COOLEST PERSON I HAVE EVER MET HOLY SHIT
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transfemlogan · 5 months
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Virgil: L, you have autism.
Logan: I do not have any sort of disability.
[2 minutes later]
Logan, rocking back and forth: DID YOU KNOW THAT BLACK HOLES HAVE THREE LAYERS? THE OUTER AND INNER EVENT HORIZON AND THE SINGULARITY. THE EVEN HORIZON IS THE BOUNDARY AROUND THE MOUTH OF THE BLACK HOLE, PAST WHICH LIGHT CANNOT SEE. ONCE A PARTICLE CROSSES THE EVENT HORIZON, IT CANNOY LEAVE. GRSVITY IS CONSTANT ACROSS THE EVENT HORIZON. THE INNER REGION WHERE THE MASS LIES IS THE SINGULARITY—
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hebuiltfive · 5 months
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I wrote this last Saturday night and I've been sitting on it since. Not sure if I'll expand on it or write more to it, but *throws it into the void* enjoy!
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In Times Of Trouble
Help.
They were usually the ones who were called when someone needed help.
They were usually the voices and aid on the other end of the helpline.
No-one had ever asked them what happened when they were the ones requiring assitance.
One of the other members of the team would probably step in would have been their answer, now he thought about it.
But what happened when they all needed help?
What happened when their aid and assistance wasn't enough?
What happened when the world was burning and hope dwindled to nothing more than a tiny shred, drifting away in the wind?
He happened, apparently.
Virgil had never heard such a beautiful sound. A groaning, wheezing that symbolised so much. That dread and despair disappeared in a fraction at that wonderful noise. He imagined it was similar to how rescuees felt when they heard the roaring engines of the Thunderbirds.
He hadn't expected anyone to answer his call. Why would they? He suspected most people were dead, or worse. It wasn't a topic he dwelled on for long, not with most of his family missing.
Without Thunderbird Five, there wasn't a lot Virgil knew when it came to the state of the world. The GDF were overrun, he knew that much. They'd become overwhelmed from Day One. It wasn't too far of a stretch to imagine them being completely drowned out now.
With communications disabled, Virgil hadn't been able to get in contact with London either. It was foolish of him to try and fly out with Alan. Now, as he sat with his little brother's head cradled in his lap, the errors he'd made along the way stood out to him sharply.
The call was his last attempt of getting help, even though he hadn't expected it to work.
It was his last chance before those monsters drew closer.
He hadn't expected it to have been answered.
"Inside. Quick!"
The man who had opened the doors to that wooden box seemed familiar to him, but in that moment, Virgil had no time to ponder on something so trivial.
The banging on the door to that small room intensified. They were almost through. There was no time for a debate.
Lifting his brother into a fireman's lift, Virgil carried him into the box.
The box that was...
"Impossible."
It took all his effort to not drop Alan onto the floor in his sheer amazement.
Their strange saviour ran behind him, closing the door, before running back to the main console unit. "You might want to hold on tight."
Before Virgil could ask, the room — that was incredibly bigger inside than the box had shown it to be — violently jolted. Virgil swore, clinging to his brother with all his might as he went crashing into a railing.
"Won't they just break through the door?" Virgil asked the man who seemed to be swirling a disc around on the console. "This doesn't seem like the best rescue."
"Nonsense. This is a fine rescue!"
Virgil wholeheartedly disgreed.
"Besides," the man continued, "they'll have to find us first!"
Find them? Virgil didn't understand, although that seemed to be nothing new these days.
He continued to hold on, knuckles growing white with tension and gritting his teeth as the room jolted again and again. He held Alan close to him, his kid brother still not rousing from his unconscious state. Virgil needed to examine him properly.
The box eventually stopped it's tumultuous rocking and Virgil sank to the floor in relief. He carefully rested Alan down beside him, his head once again in Virgil's lap. Fingers carded through Alan's hair, matted with blood and dirt.
It was hard trying to catch his breath. His lungs felt ready to burst and his head— his head swam with all sorts of thoughts.
The man stood in front of him, leaning back on the console. "You alright?" He asked with such genuine concern Virgil felt he might have cried.
He found he couldnt answer verbally. He just nodded in answer, then shook his head. The truth was he didn't know.
"There's a medical bay, just down the hall." The man with the familiar face — seriously, where did he know this man from? — pointed to one of the doors. "I can help your friend."
"Brother." Virgil corrected him with a croak. He cleared his throat. "He's my brother."
His chocolate hues traced Alan's features before glancing upward, meeting the man's eyes for the first time since his arrival. "You saved us?"
"You called for help."
"I know you... From somewhere. Don't I?"
The man seemed to tense up a little, turning himself away from the two Tracy brothers and concerning himself with his console again. "We'll be landing in about fifteen minutes."
"Landing?"
"I can fix your brother up in no time."
He turned back to them both, striding forward to, Virgil assumed, relieve him of his brother.
Virgil held tight, shaking his head. Finally finding his voice, and then his feet, he stood firm over Alan's limp body. "I can look after him. Show me this med bay."
"He was shot with a pressurised neutron blast." The man reminded him, though Virgil wasn't sure what the implications of such an injury meant.
Still, he refused to move from Alan's side. "I'm a medic, I can handle it. I'm sure I've dealt with worse."
"I'm sure you have, but that still doesn't mean you know what you're dealing with."
"Little green men from out of space, right?" Virgil let loose a dark laugh. He was open to believing in aliens but having them try to invade the planet was beginning to seem incredulous.
"Virgil, let me look at Alan. Please?"
Any humour, however grim, faded. "... I didn't tell you my name. Either of our names."
The man who had saved them blinked.
Before he had the chance to answer, Virgil took a step towards him with his shoulder squared. "Who are you? Are you with those creatures?"
"No."
"What is this place?"
Virgil span then, arms opening in a gesture that pointed to the entire expanse of the bright room. He couldn't think of any of word better fitting to describe it than spaceship, and so far, he wasn't having the best time when it came to dealing with aliens.
"Who are you then?" He tried again.
"I'm just... passing through."
"That isn't a name."
The man sighed. "You can call me the Doctor."
"That still isn't a name."
He shrugged, unwilling to give anything else to him. "Virgil, please, you need to believe me. I am on your side."
"How can I be sure of that?"
"I saved you, didn't I?"
It had been a miracle that he had, and Virgil wasnt about to slap it back in the man's face.
"Let me look at Alan, please."
Whether it was because he was exhausted, or whether it was because the title he had offered Virgil symbolised aid and help, he finally relented. Virgil stepped to the side, picking Alan up again. "You can look at him, but I'm coming with you. Where's this medical bay?"
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