Beta Arceus hits harder than a truck.
Also have this as a bonus. :)
Don't ask. My friend told me to do it.
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Idk what the canon is (honestly what even is canon in hetalia) but what do you think of the possibility that nations from eras are like, different entities altogether. Not in a metaphorical "I'm a changed person" sense, but like actually different characters just with the same appearance.
I mean already there's Ancient Greece and Greece, which are mother and son. So where do you draw the line? Is it regime change? Redrawn borders? Is monarchy Francis the same person as modern day French Republic Francis? Are Russian Empire Ivan and Russian Federation Ivan really the same person?
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I have an ever growing embarrassing history of being ghosted by mediocre men 🤠
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All I do is feed this girl
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You've Nearly Forgotten...
You nearly forgot, you've nearly forgotten, it's almost there, it's almost gone. Almost forgotten writing, almost forgotten creating. But it's me, you is me, really. They'll understand, they'll know what I mean. I'm very okay. I think I'm okay. I'm feeling manic, writing in a manic fit from caffeine and nicotine.
Our lord and saviour Jon Daly says that caffeine plus nicotine equals protein. Now, in his honor, let's slam a can of something and devour a Prime Video series together. My lord, it brings out my inner broadway theatre kid. One way or another my breath hitches at some of the performances and mixing. Every so often there comes a show or series that I become effervescently foaming at the mouth with jealousy that I didn't create it.
I don't mention names since I don't like to play favorites. I'm a fan amongst my loyalists. In any case, I feel an emotional flareup every single time I listen to the soundtrack on my way to work. I'm elsewhere at work constantly thinking about it, it's driving me crazy.
In more Doc-cer related news, I've nearly lost all motivation for writing. It was at the very pinnacle of the waning of my creative ability that I discovered a seemingly-infinite source of inspiration. I simply need to swallow my pride and listen. It's not that hard, at the end of the day. It starts with apologizing for accidentally creating more work for a coworker at work when you were working together today. You apologize and thank about five times each, a few in rapid succession.
Naturally I've lost my ability to flow, and this has very bombastic cadence, which is certainly a way to put it, I'm sure everyone including me is thinking. I'm going to go back to procrastinating on starting a new project I've been sitting on and listening to more of this shudderingly-good tune set.
Chillax, my mayo-clinician brothers.
-Doc, as always
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i (why am i do this) knew i had to mix one hue (why did I draw mermas? idk) with another at one pointe (WHY "E")
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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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