#LONG TIME NO SEE FRIEND

[herbrokenmelodies]

Long Time No See, Friend who: Himiko & Virgil @vrusk where: Abyss Night Club

Quiet nights at Abyss were not at all a common thing. Quiet times, however, were all the range. There was something oddly calming about the quiet for the storm before the world came flooding in. Himiko liked to think of it like watching the start of the rain, a few small drops trickled down before the downpour came rushing down. At the moment, the Abyss was witnessing the starts of a drizzle as small parties began to wash in grabbing a few drinks and claiming booths: some for the short stay whilst others were setting up for a long night.

Himiko sat in VIP, nursing a Pina Colada enjoying a moment of peace as she watched over her kingdom. Abyss, was hers. But it was more than that. The Abyss was the place were she made most of her connections. Some of her closest friends. Tonight, she couldn't help but feel a twinge of Nostalgia. Those were the nights where the real magic happens. Almost as if her thought came to fruition, she spots Virgil in the crowd. He wasn't hard to spot when he just had a flawless radiance about him. It had been a while since he had last frequented the nightclub. She'd stalk his social media to check on him, respecting his distance knowing well enough if people wanted to share anything with her, they could.

She approached him through the crowd toning down her energy slightly. "My, my stranger hasn't it been a hot minute since I've seen your flawless face around her," Himiko greets him with open arms,"It's good to see you, truly! How have you been." Her voice deeps with sincerity though does not allow herself to be over compensating. She quickly perks up clapping her hands together,"How about some drinks and the VIP section or...maybe we could catch up in one of the private rooms at the back? All one me?"

[the-illusory-seer]

[ (2) Messages ]

“Hey.”

“Sorry, it’s been a while since we last spoke. How have you been?”

@/contra-detective

Hello. Uh… I think you have the wrong number.

[melancholicdotjpg]

its crazy how i feel like ive lived hundreds of different lives, in such a short amount of time.

-❄️

[greenelight]

❝   okay   ,   i   am   semi   -   ready   for   this   exorcist   watch   party   you   so   insisted   on   having.   ❞   mason   is   at   clara's   door   ,   a   pillow   tucked   under   his   arm   ,   along   with   a   bowl   of   fun - sized   halloween   candy   that   he   places   in   his   friend's   open   hands.   when   he   made   the   aside   comment   that   he's   never   seen   the   exorcist   ,   it   was   insisted   that   they   remedy   this   fact   with   a   viewing   at   clara's   place the very next evening.   he   didn't   have   the   time   to   mention   that   he   hasn't   &   doesn't   want   to   see   the   exorcist now or ever   ,   but   he   knew   he   wouldn't   be   able   to   say   no   to   clara   even   if   he   tried.   once   she   set   her   mind   on   something   ,   that   was   that   &   he   didn't   really   want   to   argue   about   it.   besides   ,   they   don't   really   get   to   spend   a   lot   of   time   together   ,   so   maybe   this   will   be   a   good   chance   to   bond   &   get   to   know   each   other on a more one on one basis.   nothing   brings   people   closer   together   than   movies   that   make   you   almost   piss   your   pants.

❝   i   say   semi   -   ready   because   i   really   don't   think   i'll   ever   be   fully   prepared   for   what's   about   to   happen.   ❞   mason   makes   his   way   inside   clara's   home   ,   kicking   off   his   shoes   before   settling   himself   down   on   the   couch   ,   the   pillow   now   being   used   as   a   sort   of   support   &   comfort   as   he   hugs   it   close   to   his   chest.   ❝   i   had   a   friend   who   showed   this   film   in   a   theater   she worked at as   apart   of   their   month   long   halloween   movie   re   -   release event   &   people   fucking   walked   out   &   asked   for   refunds   because   it   was   too   scary.   the   fact   that   a   movie   this   old   still   freaks   people   out   is   terrifying.   ❞   he   sighs.   ❝   clara   ,   why   do   you   wanna   torture   me   ?   can't   we   watch   casper   or   nightmare   before   christmas   instead   ?   ❞

˗ˏˋ     ᶤᶰᵗ·     clara’s   apartment   ﹕   📺   watch   horror   movies   together.   co   -   starring  @inblueroses   as   clara   brewster.

[ardri-na-bpiteog]

Also increasingly aware that a LOT of people "manage" getting through the 40+ hour work week by sleeping less than is healthy and relying on stimulants like coffee and energy drinks to keep them going.

For people who are unwilling or unable to do this...work really does just dominate your life. Like we really should not have to rely on unhealthy practices just to have a social life or keep on top of housework or whatever.

I know I post about this a lot but I'm so TIRED all the time and it's just so depressing that this is how we're expected to spend the one life we have.

[squidthusiast]

“I could listen to your laugh all day”

[indigonite]

The Golden Trio

The Percy Jackson series is out so it’s time to revisit old classics

[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.

[montereybayaquarium]

These Western pond turtles want you to shellebrate yourself this week, because you’re turtlely awesome! 💚🐢💚

📷 Thank you to staff member Kayla for melting our hearts with this photo!

[floccinaucinihilipilificationa]

[heartorbit]

find another role, carry on the show

[coffeebanana]

okay but what if. video game designer marinette...

[sharkylad]

Thinking about the fact that Mabel and Dipper didn't know they had two great uncles.

Yeah they are 12 and at 12 I had a shotty understanding of my family tree- But really? Nobody brought up their great uncle? Stanley? Especially since they'll be staying with his twin brother, Stanford?

Shermie never went to Stan's fake funeral, which to me means the twos relationship was strained on some level. If Shermie is older that means his view of Stan was poisoned in some way, that even as kids they weren't close. If the Shermie is younger then he never even got to meet Stan and all he knew about him was how he failed his family. Hell, people probably barely mentioned Stanley TO Shermie.

The fact that Stan had become a black stain upon the Pines family name makes me so vividly upset. Stanley faked his death and the family just- seemingly decided to strike him from the record. To pretend he didn't existed to spare themselves the sadness and shame.

Stanford and Shermie Pines. The only children worth mentioning of Filbrick and Caryn Pines.

It was never Stanford that was lost to the world. It was Stanley, ever since he had to leave New Jersy- it was always him that had to be struck from the record. Change his name, change his state, change his affiliations, destroy the remains of ghost that was Stanley Pines. Kill him so the family doesn't bring him up, doesn't ask questions, stops asking "Stanford" about his twin.

I just keep thinking about the fact that since the day he made one single mistake all the way up until Ford walks out of that machine- Stanley Pines was killed and did not exist. And Stan himself had no one to blame, he had to play the part in his own demise- He is the only one who ever knew Stanley was alive and has been for decades.

He lives in the multitudes of every personality he's ever taken, all in the hope that he himself can stop being Stanley Pines.

[fictionadventurer]

I love libraries.

I'm browsing the WWI shelves (as you do) and notice a very old book about the war. I glance at the first pages that talk about how one day the war will be over and we'll look at this place and not see any signs of the battlefield.

Then it hits me. And I check the publishing date.

This book was printed before the war's end. Not written. Printed. The physical object was created in 1918, while the war in question was raging and the end was as yet uncertain.

Now I'm standing on the other side of the apocalypse, with this physical link to that era in my hands. I'm living proof that the war did end and life did go on and we can all look at the end of the world as a long-ago memory.

Reading old books is cool enough, connecting our minds and hearts through the ideas of people who lived long ago, but there's something extra profound about holding a copy of the book that comes from the time that it was written. It's a physical link between the past and the present connecting me to those long-ago people. A piece of the past come into the future that gives me the chance to almost take the hand of some long-ago reader, to hold something they could have held, connecting not just mentally but physically to their era, a moment of connection across more than a century.

Excuse me while I go weep.

[myoonmii]

One thing that makes me love Merlin more is that he’s such an all around guy— like he’s just some silly little servant, he’s the worlds most powerful sorcerer, he’s done nothing wrong, he has done everything wrong, he’s so kind and sweet, he’s absolutely batshit insane, he wouldn’t hurt a fly, he will not hesitate to put you 6 feet under!

[puppetmaster13u]

Prompt 179

“Pa, there’s a weird lookin’ cat outside!” 

 -Said by a sleep deprived Danny Phantom while in Clockwork’s Lair, about a hero displaced in time. Clockwork is in fact amused. Batman is simply confused about the entire situation.