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tarditzgrade ¡ 7 months ago
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chat i'm doing greenflower week
i'm a day or so late but that's fine. my plan is to compile all the writings into one ao3 fic when i'm done
Day 1: Childhood/Present/Future
i did present but interpreted it as 'gift-giving' bc i had no clue what else to do for the prompt.
around 628 words :)
“How’s this?”
Lloyd raised the paper up to Brad. He looked up from his homework to see what the green ninja was showing him.
“Um.” It was a drawing. A doodle of…someone. “It’s nice.” He offered.
Lloyd had taken up a habit of doodling when he was bored. Problem was that Lloyd, for all his talents, was not the best artist.
He was improving, sure, Brad could tell it was a person this time. But he genuinely couldn’t work out anymore than that. “Is it Gene?”
Wrong answer. Lloyd looked offended. “What? No, it’s-” He double checked the paper to make sure he had shown Brad the right drawing. “Yeah. It’s you.”
Oh. Brad had been guessing. He thought the lines around the eyes were a little thicker than usual and figured they were glasses, but apparently not. “Well, it’s still pretty nice.”
Lloyd didn’t agree. “Not if you couldn’t figure out who it was.”
“It’s nice if you’re going abstract.”
“Hm.” Lloyd put his paper down and didn’t say anymore.
Brad went back to his work. Definite integrals were going to be the death of him.
The rustle of paper next to him grabbed Brad’s attention. He sighed. There was another issue with Lloyd’s new habit.
Lloyd never went out to find any scratch paper to doodle on. Hence, he used the closest piece of paper he could find. Which meant…
“Lloyd. Can you not doodle on my homework?”
“Well, what else am I supposed to doodle on? Your table?”
“No, please don’t do that." He proposed a solution. "How about some scratch paper?”
“Do you have any?”
Brad clicked his tongue. He only had one in the immediate vicinity and it was already covered top to bottom with his math.
A thought came to mind, though. “You know what? I have something better.”
Brad got up from his seat. Where did he put it? Oh, the drawer.
He found this thing while window shopping and bought it on impulse. “Here.” He slid the object across the table to Lloyd.
Lloyd picked it up. A flat rectangle, wrapped in gift paper. “What is it?”
Brad feigned innocence and shrugged. “Open it.”
Lloyd was skeptical, but did as asked. He tossed the wrapping paper on the table and revealed…a book?
It was unmarked, with no title. The cover was covered in a jungle pattern, composed mostly of green leaves and vines, with a few flowers to give diversity to the color scheme.
It was a very well-done cover, but Lloyd wasn’t impressed with Brad’s sentiment. “No offense, Brad, I’d rather draw on your table than read.”
Brad laughed at the joke and Lloyd’s confusion. “No, idiot. Open the book.”
Lloyd obeyed and- Oh.
It was not a book. The pages were blank. It was a sketchbook.
He put the book up to his face to hide his blush. “I may be dumb.”
“No, you’re not.” Brad snickered and pulled the book down. Lloyd wouldn’t meet his eyes, however. “You can draw in that, though.”
Lloyd flipped through the blank pages of the book. “When did you get this?”
“Sometime back. I was gonna save it for some occasion, but now’s a good time.”
“Well, thanks. Can I keep it?”
“Absolutely. I’m not gonna use it.” 
Lloyd began to use the book for its intended purpose and Brad went back to his work. He turned the piece of homework paper that Lloyd had drawn towards himself and brought his eraser to the little drawing in the corner.
Brad really couldn’t parse who the intended person (if it even was a person) was supposed to be, but the drawing was still cute. Lloyd seemed passionate about it.
He couldn’t bring himself to erase the doodle. His teacher would be fine with a little scribble.
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batcavescolony ¡ 8 months ago
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Katniss is such an unreliable narrator. She says "Then something unexpected happens. At least, I don't expect it because I don't think of District 12 as a place that cares about me" girl you deliver strawberries to the Mayor, you hunt and trade for the district, when you fell at Prim being chosen someone caught you, when you went to Prim people parted for you, when you volunteered EVERYONE stopped. Idk how to tell you but I think you're a pillar of the community.
#katniss everdeen#the hunger games trilogy#the hunger games#primrose everdeen#hunger games#batcavescolony reads the hunger games#suzanne collins#'now it seems i have become someone precious' NOW? GIRL BFFR you're their hunter girl#and this isn't negative just bffr girl#your WHOLE DISTRICT did the three finger salute that you yourself says means admiration thanks and goodbye to someone you love and on top is#old a rarely used. your WHOLE DISTRICT decided in that moment that they needed to bring back this sign of respect for YOU#...................................................................#idk why some people are thinking i mean this as negative i don't she is unreliable but its not intentional. like when Peeta heart stoped in#CF she doesn't know what Finnick is doing at first cus she doesn't know off the top of her head what cpr is. she also thinks Peeta after the#reaping is acting for the cameras. he isnt we dind out later his mom basically told him Katniss was gonna win and he would die. obviously#shes not doing it on purpose shes just for lack of better words uneducated? as in she doesn't know everything shes not omnipotent#so when Plutarch (? second games guy) shows her his mokingjay hiden watch shes like *wtf that's weird?* then the people traveling to#district 13 show her the mockingjay cookie and explains it and she then goes on the difference between his watch and their cookie#and why does eveyone act as if district 12 is as bad as the capital? they CANT help Katniss and Prim in the way you want. they cant give#them food. none of them have any! and im not putting iton Katniss but they hid they needed food so they could stay together. it sounds like#some of you are in this our world mentally of what people do after a loved one dies (brings food constantly checks on them etc) district 12#cant do that. they dont have food and they're all suffering. you cant give someone food when you have none to give. then theirs the fact#that peeta DID help. Peeta buring the bread and tossing some to her then taking a beating from his mom is a HUGE thing in the books.#he used his resources to help her like you all said someone should.#district 12 DID (rip) care about Katniss before the hunger games. why do you think she was allowed to hunt? or how her trades were good#these are the little ways 12 can shows Katniss they love her. but again Katniss doesn't see this and YES its because she had ptsd before the#hunger games as well. i swear some of you make it seem like d12 was all living a life of luxury and glaring down at Katniss.#other things that show Katniss is in hight standing with at least her people of d12 is her dad was known enough through d12 for peeta dad to#comment on his singing along with his commenting on her mom. also her mom is a healer in the community. yeah her parents arnt the top but#of d12 but they are/were definitely high staning in the Seam.
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pilferingapples ¡ 24 days ago
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once again begging people to not post their plans to commit crimes/ admit to committing crimes on tumblr
and especially don't post about your friends committing crimes on tumblr please,
youtube
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poorly-drawn-mdzs ¡ 3 months ago
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Happy one year anniversary to In Stars and Time!
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forgettable-au ¡ 7 months ago
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PROLOGUE
FORGETTABLE-AU (Page 1-9)
AND SO IT BEGINS!
[CONTINUE] [MASTERPOST]
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sad-littletalker ¡ 7 months ago
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If Bruce is covering as Nightwing right now, who's acting as Batman in Gotham?
Tim: ok so any takers for the cowl?
*everyone looks at Jason as he is the second oldest*
Jason: oh no way. Absolutely not. Tim?
Tim: after evil gun Batman? ha. Nope. Plus DC doesn't pay much attention to me to make a good story about that.
Damian: may I-
Everyone: no.
Stephanie: OH I COULD BE PURPLE BATMAN!
Cassandra: I want to be Batman if Steph is my Robin
*everyone considers it*
Tim: that... isn't a bad idea actually. I like it.
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iwasbored777 ¡ 23 days ago
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They asked Lee Majdoub what he thinks of Stobotnik vs what Stone thinks of it and this man chose violence omg the more I read the more painful it gets
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hinamie ¡ 5 months ago
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"I'll show you every day that choosing to live was worth it"
some of my favourite scenes from @hijinks-n-lowjinks' fic things i would miss from the other side . this fic tore my heart out fr but like in a good way and i wanted to pay it homage the only way i know how <3
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umblrspectrum ¡ 2 months ago
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happy solvermas
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prlssprfctn ¡ 4 days ago
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Cryptid!Alfred, who is actually immortal. Like, he cannot die for forever - he did once, during the war, and after that... for some reason, he kept coming back, completely without any additional magical help. He sometimes dies again, and then mysteriously comes back on the next morning, as if nothing happened. Bruce used to it at some point, so instead of asking questions (Alfred has no answers, anyway) he just pretends that it is normal. He gaslights kids to think the same. Like, what do you mean he died, Damian? No, he is alrightish. Look in the kitchen, he is making us breakfast. It probably was just a bad dream.
So, when Jason dies and gets back? Oh, Alfred knows his grandson has the same curse/blessing. Because it wasn't the Lazarus Pit that brought Jason back after all, but some strange, unexplainable force. Perhaps, both of them are just bound to end up as guardians, as warriors and protectors - that's why they keep coming back.
...Nevertheless, it doesn't make their family less... anxious about the whole thing. These two from the other side? Oh, they absolutely enjoy their immortal hang-out hours.
Jason: What was your funniest death?
Alfred: I am going to say... that one time, when I was teaching young master Bruce using a hunting rifle, and he accidentally shot me. I came back in fifteen minutes, and, of course, a poor thing was sobbing, but afterwards he was doing all chores for a month. Wonderful days.
Jason: Damn, poor Brucie... My funniest gotta be that one time, when Roy and I got drunk, and I legit jumped off the building because I thought I can fly. Roy had never got sober that quick.
(The first time Jason dies on the family's watch)
Dick, sobbing: Alfred... Alfred... He died! His neck was snapped! How can I live-
Alfred, casually leaning to snap Jason's neck again: Wake up, my boy.
Jason, dramatically gasping for air: Damn, who made me a massage, while I was sleeping?
Tim: What. The. Fuck.
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giantkillerjack ¡ 2 years ago
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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.
#hlep#original#mental health#my sympathies and empathies to anyone who has to rely on this kind of hlep to get what they need.#the people in my life who most need to see this post are my family but even if they did I sincerely doubt they would internalize it#i've tried to break thru to them so many times it makes my head hurt. so i am focusing on boundaries and on finding other forms of support#and this thing i learned today helps me validate those boundaries. the example with the milk was from my therapist.#the example with the towing company was a real thing that happened with my parents a few months ago while I was age 28. 28!#a full adult age! it is so infantilizing as a disabled adult to seek assistance and support from ableist parents.#they were real mad i was mad tho. and the spoons i spent trying to explain it were only the latest in a long line of#huge family-related spoon expenditures. distance and the ability to enforce boundaries helps. haven't talked to sisters for literally the#longest period of my whole life. people really believe that if they love you and try to help you they can do no wrong.#and those people are NOT great allies to the chronically sick folks in their lives.#you can adore someone and still fuck up and hurt them so bad. will your pride refuse to accept what you've done and lash out instead?#or will you have courage and be kind? will you learn and grow? all of us have prejudices and practices we are not yet aware of.#no one is pure. but will you be kind? will you be a good friend? will you grow? i hope i grow. i hope i always make the choice to grow.#i hope with every year i age i get better and better at making people feel the opposite of how my family's ableism has made me feel#i will see them seen and hear them heard and smile at their smiles. make them feel smart and held and strong.#just like i do now but even better! i am always learning better ways to be kind so i don't see why i would stop
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bixels ¡ 9 months ago
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Scary Sunset.
I'm concepting things way outta order in this story, but I'm sure you can piece things together. Context is for a storybeat where, after defeating and capturing Adagio (thus having all three sirens in her possession), Sunset enacts her revenge plot to release the sirens on Canterlot as Thea discovers she's been manipulated. In a confrontation, the two scuffle and fight over the siren orbs while Sunset struggles with her conflicting wants and emotions.
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nerdyfangirlingbooks ¡ 2 months ago
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"I can't stand by and watch him die" "Then don't look" is too raw a line to come from bbc merlin
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poorly-drawn-mdzs ¡ 7 months ago
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HOT, SINGLE, UNSTUDIED SPONGES. 3000 NAUTICAL MILES AWAY. Come sail the distance and read Tiger Tiger!
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themakeupbrush ¡ 2 years ago
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Paris Hilton came out with a kitchen line for walmart and it’s everything I wanted my kitchen to be as a kid
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egophiliac ¡ 4 months ago
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HAPPY HALLOWEEN here's some seasonal guys! 🎃
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