not even the elder gods could pull me off of the mk men's tits
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Sometimes I think of Elliot and Quentin, for what the were and could have been if the writers were patient, and actually told their story.
Peaches and Plums motherfucker.
A line; that without context means nothing, but means the world to two men encapsulated in their own tragedy, yet undeniably and irrevocably in love.
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I just wanna motorboat his boobs!
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istg if i go to walmart and all the bread and milk is gone i’m gonna be so pissed
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still haven't finished my burrito
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I swear to fuck I have such a craving for milk I could suck dry an entire cow get that shit straight from the source
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Today my therapist introduced me to a concept surrounding disability that she called "hLep".
Which is when you - in this case, you are a disabled person - ask someone for help ("I can't drink almond milk so can you get me some whole milk?", or "Please call Donna and ask her to pick up the car for me."), and they say yes, and then they do something that is not what you asked for but is what they think you should have asked for ("I know you said you wanted whole, but I got you skim milk because it's better for you!", "I didn't want to ruin Donna's day by asking her that, so I spent your money on an expensive towing service!") And then if you get annoyed at them for ignoring what you actually asked for - and often it has already happened repeatedly - they get angry because they "were just helping you! You should be grateful!!"
And my therapist pointed out that this is not "help", it's "hLep".
Sure, it looks like help; it kind of sounds like help too; and if it was adjusted just a little bit, it could be help. But it's not help. It's hLep.
At its best, it is patronizing and makes a person feel unvalued and un-listened-to. Always, it reinforces the false idea that disabled people can't be trusted with our own care. And at its worst, it results in disabled people losing our freedom and control over our lives, and also being unable to actually access what we need to survive.
So please, when a disabled person asks you for help on something, don't be a hLeper, be a helper! In other words: they know better than you what they need, and the best way you can honor the trust they've put in you is to believe that!
Also, I want to be very clear that the "getting angry at a disabled person's attempts to point out harmful behavior" part of this makes the whole thing WAY worse. Like it'd be one thing if my roommate bought me some passive-aggressive skim milk, but then they heard what I had to say, and they apologized and did better in the future - our relationship could bounce back from that. But it is very much another thing to have a crying shouting match with someone who is furious at you for saying something they did was ableist. Like, Christ, Jessica, remind me to never ask for your support ever again! You make me feel like if I asked you to call 911, you'd order a pizza because you know I'll feel better once I eat something!!
Edit: crediting my therapist by name with her permission - this term was coined by Nahime Aguirre Mtanous!
Edit again: I made an optional follow-up to this post after seeing the responses. Might help somebody. CW for me frankly talking about how dangerous hLep really is.
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chapter 3 begins today! comic work and finals has about the same compatibility as water and oil (finals is definitely the oil)
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THERE IS NO MILK IN MY WHOLE COUNTRY
WHAT THE FUK IS GOING ONN
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My Tav, Grabbing Gale by the collar: "No, Gale. Don't take off the earring.
I want you to wear the symbol of your ex so she can hear how hard I fuck my whole heart into you, then wonder why you're callin my name and not hers like a prayer out in the wilds.
Let Mystra hear what it's like to actually be worshipped by you."
Gale: *gives a shaky thumbs up*
---Draft snippet from a fic I'm writing---
(Art incoming of my Tav who did said smashing in the wilds. Eventually. I have so much work to do. Wish me luck).
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