I think I've written about this before but like for serious, here's my story pitch: The secret society of (blah) has been guarding the secret of the Chosen One for centuries. This divinely Chosen supreme being will be the saviour of the universe. The society is bracing themselves for THIS IS THE MOMENT the Chosen One is Chosen. They will appear at blah location at the blah time that the blah prophecy foretold. A number of world leaders have been inducted to the Secret Society so they are providing full support to the mission of finding and recruiting the Chosen One when they appear. They are all poised at the ready, in disguise or simply standing watch, as the Thing Happens to Show The One. The hour is struck, the time is now, and in the spot - the divinely Chosen - is a wheelchair user, just going about their day. The Society members sort of look at each other like 'uuuuuuuughhhhh', but then they're like 'well, this is the Chosen One! They will save the universe! We must take them to Secret Headquarters!' So they go up to this poor person, who is just so fucking tired of ~concerned citizens~ approaching them on the street, and are like 'hey yo you're the Chosen One we gotta bounce'. They take the Chosen One to their Secret Hideout Base whatever, but. Turns out the front entrance is a bunch of stairs. The Chosen One just laughs and is like 'well not my problem is it? Get some fukn ramps.' The Society members murmur to each other like 'goddamn do you know which entrance Juanita uses to get into this place? I've never looked...' Then out of nowhere, Juanita, who is also a wheelchair user, approaches them. She is the head of the tech division at Society Headquarters. She makes cool gadgets and shit. She rolls up like 'wtf you guys you didn't take the Chosen One to the back entrance?' and the Society peeps are like 'uhhhhhh' so Juanita is just like 'fukn useless you lot are. Hey Chosen One, how you do, come with me.' And they head to the back entrance. The Chosen One leans into whisper to Juanita like 'hey man so you're like the Q from James Bond of this place, yeah? Any chance I could get some sick new wheels? Let's batmobile this shit up my dude.' And Juanita just goes 'dude I am so fukn glad you're the Chosen One, I have so much rad tech to show you. This is gonna be the tits.' And the adventure begins! So disclaimer - I'm not a wheelchair user, I just happen to LOVE Chosen One/Messiah stories, and the inspiration for this one came from when I was watching Batman vs Superman and Batman have this guy a new wheelchair that looked pretty schmick; so when I saw it on screen I was like 'fukn siiiiiiiiiick!' Then it occurred to me that, a) ofc as we all know there's not enough representation of disabilities in stories, b) why aren't disabled people given the same treatment as Bruce Wayne or James Bond where they get fukn cool new gadgets all the time, like imagine how fukn awesome a kitted out wheelchair and/or mobility device would be, c) Messiah stories are all about people who just ~happen~ to become heroes, and disabled heroes in stories often have to have some kind of ~feature~ to ~make-up~ for their disability. Like Professor X with his mind stuff and Barbara Gordon with her super smarts. Which is not to say that wheelchair users aren't super smart or have super powers, but it shouldn't be a requirement for their appearance in a story. And yeah, no worries having a stereotypical super smart wheelchair user in a story, I guess so long as that's not the only representation we see, and d) I WANNA WRITE A MESSIAH STORY. I HAVE WANTED TO FOR SUCH A LONG TIME. I WANNA. Heheh, um, any thoughts? I mean, if you're reading this and you're a wheelchair user and you think what I've said is shitty by all means lay into me, I welcome it and I won't get defensive. And absolutely the right thing to do of course is listen/read stories already out there by wheelchair users, but also, if you're like me and you feel compelled to tell stories, include diversity. Be the change you want to see in the world.