Tԋҽ ʋσιԃ ɾҽʂιԃҽɳƚʂ. *They Drop The Jims In A Light Patch.* Tɾყ ƚσ ʅҽαʋҽ, αɳԃ

Hey, it’s fine! You didn’t drag me into anything! -Neb

°Still, you be safe too, yeah?°

*the kitten went back to him and tried to comfort him*

°He's fine...°

°His hand goes still for a moment, resting motionless on his leg, then shifts over to scritch behind the cat's ears. The phone rests on his other leg, his camera letting out a soft beep to say it's on low battery.°

A young looking adventurer wanders up to the Jims to introduce himself. He extends his hand for a handshake. "Hello there, my name's Illinois." - anon-illinois

*RJ is the one who extends his hand out, shaking the offered hand of the adventurer.*

"Hey there! I'm RJ, these two are my brothers- CJ and NJ. Nice to meet you"

Keep the flame going for those we have lost to suicide. 

[takes some rocks from my pocket]

Hey kids, you want some…

…you want some…

Keep reading

°A soft nod. Yeah. He tenses a bit at first at the contact, but relaxes to a degree after a second. The pulse benieth his skin is elevated, and he knows it.°

*Knocks on the door, a bunch of stuff in hand* CJ?

°*there’s the sounds of several locks being undone before the door opens. He’s there, and looking more than a little exhausted* Doc? Yeah come in he is in the living room- *he moves to leave a clear path, walking over to the matress on the floor*°

If you dare come at me about banning straws, I will throw you into the sun cannon. I’m disabled, I’m crippled, I need disposable plastic straws, and all those pricey ridiculous alternatives aren’t working as well. Plastic straws were invented for the disabled.

Way to shit all over a vital access need because you think straws are worse than corporate greed.

We all care about the turtles, the seals, the oceans, obviously. Notice how the easiest thing to yell about was something that would barely affect anything but appealed heavily to emotional discourse.

The disabled community is huge, and it can be joined by anyone. Most of those As Seen On TV products were invented for us. Society still mocks us and ignores us, and often outright harms us in multiple ways.

Communicate better. Listen better. But stop putting us out in the cold because you are inconvenienced by our simplest needs.

"Hiya!"

°Oh- hello there!°

*RJ waves with a hand not occupied by a book.*

"Hi!"

*NJ gives a wave from the kitchen.*

*the kitten is bouncing at their feet* mew! *it squeaks happily* meow meow meow meow meow meow meow meow meow meow meow meow meow meow meow meow meow meow meow meow meow meow meow meow meow meow meow meow meow meow meow meow meow meow meow meow meow meow meow meow meow meow meow meow meow meow meow meow meow meow meow meow meow meow meow meow meow meow meow meow meow meow meow meow meow meow meow meow meow meow meow meow meow meow meow meow meow meow meow meow meow meow meow *they're excited*

*Caffeine won't kill him, RJ decides, this kitten was going to be the adorable death of him*

"Alright alright you tiny bean, lemme grab you a plate-"

*he pulls out what looks like a plastic saucer and moves to rinse his hands briefly before moving into the fridge. He's about to pull some meat out before a question pops into his head*

"Uh, raw or cooked tiny bean? Sneeze for raw and a small hop for cooked?"

*a little silly to ask a cat- but it had figured out doornobs, apparently.*