#HLEP??

[knightlybluetwin]

player can actually just make cookie dough last until the end of time i don't know where they get it all but it just never runs out they just keep pulling it out it's not even that good why is it the only thing that's endless i want an endless cheese burger but nooooo it has to be cookie dough bought from a noob raiding a fridge in an old mansion it's so stupid and dumb sometimes and also speaking of dumb things there's this guy who asks if the manor is owned by shedletsky or telamon and since they're the same person you would think they'd both be correct but no its WRONG you have to answer telamon to be correct they act like hes a different person but he's not they're the same person why would you say the correct answer is incorrect also speaking of that people in the manor act like telamon and shedletsky are different but he's himself acknowledges its his manor so that mean they are the same person so i'm so confused also how does the call card work do you run all the way to where you were called or do you just blink and end up in battle then after the battle do you run home or just appear back how does this work

'bwuh-- wuh-- whuhu.. huh?? what??-- ' ' umm. uh-- er.. Red?.. help me out here?.. ' ' HEY?? DON'T EXPECT *ME* TO KNOW! I thought you were the 'smarter' of the two of us!! ' ' ..RUDE?? ' ' I mean.. I guess when we're called in, it always feels like a kind of blur to us both.. Maybe ask someone else who has a so called call card? ' ' Our heads are always kind of fuzzy when we're just like.. eating breakfast before getting called into battle.. It IS a yes for going back home, they always lead us back home just in case.. '

[giantkillerjack]

Today my therapist introduced me to a concept surrounding disability that she called "hLep".

[plain-text version of this post can be found under the cut]

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.

Plain-text version:

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!

P.S. 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.

[peanut-butter-fox]

EEPY NUVI CUDDLES BE UPON YE

would you believe me if I said this is technicallyyy the first nuvi art I ever made- and that I started it a little over a year ago only to get stuck on the pose/sketch- and never got around to finishing it until now-

haha yep anyways- I could ramble about this piece for a while but I'm restraining myself

[primonizuto]

source

[eatingmarkerz]

artblock hit me like a truck erm so idk if il finish this teehhe

[anthyies]

[elixrr]

the fall to rock bottom is a long way from here. he sits, contemplating. loving you was hardly a mistake— he loves you, he'll keep loving you, and he'll never regret it. you're the mountain that keeps him from falling back down; you're the steps on a ladder that keep him from tumbling down to the floor.

needless to say, you make him happy.

it was hard for him to realize at first, but when he did, he could never forget. you're a song in his head that he can't get out, but now he doesn't want it to ever stop playing. he stares at your face as you rest in your shared bed. you're beautiful, he thinks. you're in perfect peace. he's in perfect peace, too, all thanks to you. his eyes trail to your lips. it looks like you're smiling. it's subtle—it's quiet, but it's sweet. you're sweet. originally, he would've hated it, but the sugar—your sugar—is far more addicting than he anticipated.

he smiles at your smile. you're still asleep, but you're probably having a nice dream right now. it's early, and he doesn't have a real reason to be awake right now. the only thing keeping him up is how perfect you look with the dim lamp on. actually, even if the lights were off, you'd still be gorgeous.

he looks at the clock. it's 04:27. he looks over at the window, and through the subtly translucent fabric of the curtains, he sees the faint glimmer of the moonlight. he should probably be asleep, but he doesn't really care much about that. he doesn't have anything to do today, and he'd probably wake up thirty minutes after falling asleep, and then he'd do the exact same thing that he's doing right now: admiring you.

he sighs, reaching over to the nightstand and turning the lamp off. the moonlight passes through the curtain and rests on the carpet by the windows. it reflects from the carpet and onto him, illuminating his skin.

you secretly open your eyes. he's beautiful.

he sits and stares at his blanket-covered legs. he glances over at you, not realizing that you're awake. he smiles a little more. the fall to rock bottom is so far now, and he finally accepts the fact that he's never going back down. not alone. not without you reaching out for him.

he glances at you and admits to himself,

“I'm so glad that we're here. together.”

he shifts downwards and rests his head on the pillow, facing you with a yawn. his entire body sinks into comfort, and he gazes back at you. your eyes are finally open wide, and you're smiling really hard at him.

“I know, right? ”

he screams at you, jolting up, and he falls off of the bed.

ps: he makes sure that you're asleep every time he does this now (he stopped doing the monologuing for like a good month afterwards)

[bugflies00]

the wisdom of 16 year old tommyinnit is one of a kind

[tategaminu]

Nice to see the two members of a relationship being absolutely hopeless romantics

[bipboopoops]

ughhh i have a little bloodyneedle brainrot aint gonna lie

bleeeeh

[dakotameh]

It´s my drawing and I decide how many versions of the same drawing I do 🗣️🗣️🗣️

[falloutcoys]

name a more iconic duo than me and an ambitious AU i have neither time nor energy to work on

[aenslem]

Computer, initiate the self-destruct sequence. STAR TREK: VOYAGER (1995–2001) ⤷ Dreadnought

[matcharabbit]

Abstragedy Week Day 1 - Cuddling <33

[skitkattl]

happy (late) pla anniversary and happy two years to my favorite shiny balding scalp ever

[al-luviec]

Fuckin love ur jay design please draw him more

This was a gateway into figuring out how I wanted to draw him BUT someone said this meme (under cut) was him LMFDAOOO . THANK YOUU FOR YOUR ASK !

SOME NOTES :

- His hair is naturally curly hair and in the earlier seasons he either over brushed it or straightened it

- His right eye is inspired by how an eye looks post electrocution. He is partially blind, and also he has nerve damage in his face (and body in general).

- Also he gets special pupil privileges (I never draw pupils)

- His hair is more of a reddish brown, but he has freckles and burns like a redhead does. There's that recessive gene somewhere in his family tree, but I haven't thought much about it oops.

- Also the white hair is natural!! And it's a side effect of his power (i think it looks cool is the main thing). And on the final note for hair, he gets shitty mustache privileges!!!!