Demons And Drag Pt 5
Demons and Drag pt 5
Anitri was just sitting on the couch, minding his own business, when Jem slammed open the door with an irritated look on their face.
"Hello...?" He asked, hoping that they were not about rant about a frustrations.
Jem looked over at him, made a face like a lightbulb light up in their head and started towards him.
"Welp, I'm dead," was Anitri's only thought as Jem approached.
"You're going to babysit tonight." They said in a definite voice.
"We're gonna what?" Surri asked as she walked in the living room.
Jem glanced up at her, before walked towards the kitchen.
"Y'all are gonna babysit this evening because Nikki's nanny is sick and she can't miss tonight," they said as they disappeared around the corner.
Surri stopped short and her face contorted to a confused scowl.
"Hey! I don't babysit!!! What do you take me for?"
Anitri just shook his head. He was completely fine with babysitting, as he loves kids and used to babysit for Dallas all the time. Their step siblings were so precious.
"Come back here!" Surri protested, following Jem into the kitchen.
Anitri pushed the hair out of his eyes, noticing the black tips were shimmering with wisps of color.
He froze.
"Hey Surri?" he called, through the doorway.
"What?" She yelled back to him, peeking through the frame. Her eyes widened.
"It's in the second drawer on the left."
He nodded and disappeared down the hall.
Surri turned back into the kitchen, facing Jem with the most unimpressed look she could muster. Jem stares her down with a look that said, you puny, puny fox, you think you can intimidate me? Think again. But y'know without a smirk.
Surri groaned and rolled her eyes, "When will they be here?"
Jem let slip a smirk, "6:00, 4 kids"
Mind you, it was 4:30.
"How old are they?"
"17, 15 year old twins, and an 18 month."
"Teenagers? Can't they stay home by themselves?" Surri questioned.
"Well, Tim, the 17 year old, has autism which leads to his anxiety spiking when there aren't any adults around. He feels more comfortable when supervised so he knows he isn't doing anything wrong." Jem explained. "And one of the twins tends to have..." they paused, "episodes."
Surri nodded, understanding seeping in.
"Any allergies?"
Jem snorted.
"These kids'll eat anything you put in front of them, but Harper, the baby, loves macaroni and cheese."
Jem makes their way out of the kitchen, calling over their shoulder, "Also the babies half demon."
***
6:00 dead on, there was a knock on the door.
Jem answered the door. On the other side there were 5 people. The only one Surri remotely recognized was "Nikki" or as Surri knew her, Morher of F’s, who was holding the baby, Harper.
Harper had a purple tail. And an extra arm.
‘And I thought Madison’s kids were weird’ Surri thought to herself.
Following Nikki upon entire, there was a tall, like tall tall, like as almost as tall as Anitri, ginger with a freckle smacked face and bright green eyes lookin like some Harry Potter Weasley reject.
Next there were two boys that looked like they were probably twins, which woo hoo, one was lookin like a bottom trying a tad to hard to be a top, with an undercut and his short blonde hair swept into a ponytail. He had a leather Jacket with patches on each sleeve.
The other twin was more the nerdy type with glasses, a sweater vest and khakis. He had a book under his arm and his hair down. He looked like if Logan Sanders had a sense of humor and blonde hair.
And Harper was a baby. With poofy black hair and a cat onesie.
“This is Surri, she and Anitri will be in charge while your Mom and I are at work. Anitri is doing something and will be in here soon.” Jem explained to the charges of the evening.
Surri glared at the boys and stopped when she looked at the blonde bottom.
He was tugging on his sleeves and looking at the floor.
Surri put two and two together rather quickly.
“Hey,” she said, nodding at them.
“Hi!!! I’m Tim! I’m so excited to meet you, do you like Harry Potter! I love Harry Potter, especially the books, have you read the books, my favorite one was... oh what was it called...” he trailed off, wringing his hands on the strap of his satchel.
The blonde bottom put his hand on his arm and said, “Prisoner of Azkaban.”
Tim looked at him with a huge smile and nodded.
The blonde looked to Surri and introduced himself.
“I’m James,” he nodded to his look alike, “that dweeb is Adam.”
“Hey!” Adam reaches forward and tugged on James wolf tail.
“Hey!” James jokingly glared over his shoulder.
Surri rolled her eyes trying to suppress a smile. They remind her of her other siblings.
“Okay! We have to get going,” Nikki said, handing Harper to Adam.
“Boys.” Nikki said, all of them turning to look at her, “behave.”
She then turned and strutted out of the door, Jem winking at them before following her.
Surri observes the collection of characters in front of her.
Harper was chewing on the hood of her onesie, looking absolutely content.
Adam was bouncing her lightly on his hip, staring at her and humming.
James had turned to the side to face Tim. From this angle, Surri could see he had a trans flag on his sleeve and a rainbow flag on the back panel of his leather jacket.
Tim was looking down at James while continuing his rambling about the Harry Potter movies.
This’ll be a fun night, Surri tells herself as she walks over to join the Harry Potter discussion.
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Lemme know if you want to see the boys and Harpers designs!
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Housing is a privilege.
“Fewer than 5 percent of units have the features needed to accommodate a person with moderate mobility difficulties. The percentage of wheelchair-accessible units is even smaller; less than 1 percent of all units are equipped with features that would allow a wheelchair user to live independently.”
Marriage is a privilege.
“The [SSI] monthly maximum Federal amounts for 2023 are $914 for an eligible individual, $1,371 for an eligible individual with an eligible spouse.”
Minimum wage is a privilege.
“Section 14(c) of the Fair Labor Standards Act authorizes employers, after receiving a certificate from the Wage and Hour Division, to pay special minimum wages — wages less than the Federal minimum wage — to workers who have disabilities for the work being performed.”
We still need to fight for accessibility and equity for all disabled people.
Despite the ADA, equity is still out of reach.
I don’t think I’ve talked much about having a service dog on here, but maybe I should
Boom used to be my service dog, I got him the summer before my last year of high school bcuz I needed a nurse 24/7 to ensure I could eat/sleep/stay alive due to a recent very traumatizing event in my life and my mom came up with the service dog idea.
Getting him was hard. And expensive. No trainers were up to my standards. I, who could barely take care of myself, had to train my own dog. The problem is no matter how hard I worked, my own family or other trainers would ruin it all by messing up my commands, by letting my dog do things I had trained him not to do. It wasn’t training anymore, I ended up simply having breakdowns because everyone kept ruining my dog. People close to me thought they could be an exception to the rules I had taught my MEDICAL AID because surely my DOG would learn the difference between them and strangers.
Eventually I brought him to school. Printed papers explaining what a service dog was and how to behave around him and I plastered them all over the place.
People barked at him, petted him, tried to grab his attention.
His harness was hot pink, patches and signs on it that very clearly said “DO NOT TOUCH” and shit like that.
Someone defaced one of the papers.
Going to school was already hard, I could barely leave the house, my mom had to accompany me to the school doors every morning and then a social worker at school would greet me there and take care of me throughout the day.
I had my own locker at a floor mostly unoccupied so I wouldn’t see other people much and my dog wouldn’t be too distracted.
But it was still to much and I ended up dropping out four months before graduation.
I couldn’t leave the house. I had Boom but he wasn’t perfect yet. People kept ruining him.
But eventually I managed to leave the house. Go to a shopping mall from time to time with him to just walk and have fun.
Too many times people came up to me to tell me the gear I used was hurting my dog. Too many times people came up to me to tell me that their own dog died. Too many people came up to him and pet him without even acknowledging my presence. Too many people telling me they wished they could bring their pets anywhere. Too many people disrespecting me and my service dog.
I stopped going out. I stopped being with my dog.
All this stress and trauma drove a wedge between my dog and I. I consider him my mother’s dog now.
I had to learn to handle myself alone when I went out. It took me years to learn to go out by myself. Only last year I started doing that.
My dog doesn’t live in my room with me anymore.
Having a service dog did still save my life. But those around me ruined that. They made it about themselves. They prioritized my dog over me. My dog that LOVES working. If you tell him “do you want to go to work” chances are he’ll get so excited he will attempt to do a backflip.
We used to have a deep bond. That bond is now broken. People took that from us.
So I guess what I’m trying to say is:
Let people and their service dogs alone.
You are not an exception.
You are not special.
You are disrupting the dog’s training and distracting it.
You are endangering a human life because you can’t resist petting the cute dog.
This isn’t about you. This is about a disabled person trying to simply live their lives.
You don’t know what you’re talking about, your advice is unsolicited and lacks understanding of what the life of a working dog is.
Just leave us alone.
Hey there folks
My joints have gotten to the point where its no longer uncomfortable to use them its now extremely painful and they keep poppin outta place.
Im saving up for joint braces, and my comissions are open. Anything is appreciated at this time, as its nearly 150$ (money I do not have) for all the braces I need. Please feel free to DM me here or on discord ( dubiouslyCannon#8325 )
Payment is through cashapp only ( $dubiouslycanon )
Read my pinned post for more info :)
Ummm hi? My name is Sonny (pronounced sunny) and I use all pronouns with a preference of they/them.
And uh these are the flags I associate with
- ace
- aro
- non-binary
- androgyne
- trans
- aroace
“You’re too young to be so tired”
Madame my brain is melting out my eyes from exhaustion, will you shut up
“You’re too young to be in pain”
I will end you.
dear netflix: fuck you sincerely, jatp stans
anytime I talk about my chronic pain and fatigue and the limitations they impose on me, my mom's response is always "well you have to talk to the doctor" like firstly. I do. Secondly, I have an entire life to live between doctors appointments. 20 minutes with my doctor every 3-6 months is not going to suddenly cure me.
I need the sleep that a cat gets and bonus of having warmth to soothe my joints? Hell yeah I’m sleeping on a warm surface
Pls reblog if u vote :)
I Will head canon Frankie Stein with Ehlers Danlos Hypermobility and no one will stop me.
I'm so extremely serious when I say doctors should be put through an extremely extensive reliscensing process every 10 years. Doctors should have their knowledge scrutinized against current medical research and be de-barred at even the tiniest discrepancy. Too many old doctors absolutely refuse to stay up to date on research and dismiss patients because of their personal experiences. Too many people die every year because doctors don't take us seriously and refuse to listen to people who KNOW something is wrong. Too many people are told their problems are nothing and come back in a year or more with serious illnesses and doctors are just like "lol everyone makes mistakes" but doctors mistakes routinely cost people their lives! I'm tired of medical malpractice being swept away under the guise of "mistakes were made."
I love all things frog, mushroom, rainbow high… I have Ehlers danlos syndrome and use both a rollator and a cane. Enby that is bad at making friends but likes to have them. I adore many cartoons but haven’t seen even more.
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