#i hope this is acceptable

[chasehollow-doodletour]

Gladys on the phone with Grandpa giving him updates on what Diane's making. Turns out his intel was having someone spy through her window from the bushes.

Buddy: Yes sir, I see the cake.

No, it's plain white cake but she's decorating with chocolate. I see store bought frosting.

No sir she does not see me.

[evtoine]

[The paper this note was written on is worn thin, as if had been crumpled and unfurled many times.] When I was a little girl, the only thing I wanted was for someone to care about me. Now that someone does, all I can think about is running away. Before she leaves. Before I hurt her. Before any one of the hundreds of terrible possibilities come true. She deserves better than what I can give her. [The rest of the note is scratched out hundreds of time by a heavy hand.]

- A Worn Note, found at the bottom of an abandoned backpack.

[borealwrites]

Here for @flashfictionfridayofficial’s prompt

Warnings: Mentioned (non human) child death, referenced physical assault. There’s a lot of nebulous stuff about death, okay?

Word Count: 394

Yes the title and the four-line poem is from “The Hollow Men” by T.S. Eliot. But just assume the bit is all that was written in this world.

But a Whimper

When Tyrone first read the poem, he didn’t understand it.

“This is the way the world ends

This is the way the world ends

This is the way the world ends

Not with a bang but a whimper.”

What did that mean? He had known death, had watched it creep up on him and his hatchmates, had seen it in shattered eggs and torn wings. Death was loud and snarling and covered in scales and blood. And wasn’t death the end of the world?

When he’d mentioned it to Miltiades, his teacher had just smiled fondly and ruffled his hair.

When he’d brought it up to Professor Tirian, the man had looked so incredibly sad for a long moment. When he smiled, it didn’t reach his eyes, and told Tyrone he’d understand when he was older.

It was only when he brought it up to Lorelei that someone answered him. He was still unsure about the healer-in-training, but at the very least she didn’t brush him off.

“It’s a metaphor or somethin’. Most ends, whether they’re death or its like, are not some grandiose thing. They’re small, quiet things. Pitiful, unnoticeable. Easily missed by anyone who wasn’t right there. And that’s…” she had paused there, leaning back on her hands, staring up at the sky from where they sat by the Stream. Her eyes looked just as sad as Professor Tirian’s had been, and Tyrone was reminded that she worked in the Keep’s clinic as she trained. Despite having the best healers around, not everyone who ended up there survived.

“…that’s life. Tiny ends that nobody notices. So t’me the poem is saying that’s how everything is.”

It was only after everything that Tyrone thought he understood. As he rested in the clinic, trying to chase away the memories of once-trusted hands causing him so much pain, Tyrone found himself tracing the words of the poem across his bedspread.

“This is the way the world ends

This is the way the world ends

This is the way the world ends

Not with a bang but a whimper.”

And wasn’t that appropriate? His world was ending, and all he could do was whimper. Biting his lip, Tyrone pulled the blanket over his head and curled into a ball. This is the way his world is ending. Not with any bangs, but only a silent whimper.

[thecampjuicebox]

Raphael and/or Haarlep reacting to seeing Tav in the wavemother robes?

I can genuinely answer this one with a single gif.

[shoot-of-corruption]

⚠+

((this is your chance 😜))

They had done this song and dance a few times now and it was slowly grating on his nerves.

The other one was actually not trying to do any harm, he realized... concerning their first interaction though, he was still unaware when the disgust with touching him stopped and this unhealthy obsession had begun.

He wasn't even that certain how much of him WAS him in that regard, but apparently a few things were of no regard when it came to his proximity. Sleeping on his cape in animal form seemed to be one of them and it had happened one too many times in the last week. He KNEW that the fabric was already sliced up, he knew the things was damaged beyond repair and that being that way actually gave him this kind of fresh from the darkness charm that caused him to look daring and dangerous at the same time, but that didn't mean he would willingly let her damage his property even further.

So he simply picked her up once more, lifting her form from beneath her front legs, not caring if she tried to swipe at him in anger from kneading her claws into the fabric a few moments ago and glared at her, nose crinkled up in a snarl as he told her in a no nonsense tone:

"Not. My. Cape."

He was weird that way.

[apocalypsegay]

i don't think he clicked through

[gotchibam]

Azumarill ko-fi doodle for sharkprncess!

[egophiliac]

we were fucking ROBBED

[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.

[willowshades-den]

Experimenting with my style for this comic :3

[triona-tribblescore]

okay so they may have a minor chokehold on me at the minute-

[lafaiette]

When Solas says

"I was trying to determine some way to show you what you mean to me."

and

"For now, the best gift I can offer is the truth."

it makes me cry SO MUCH because that "for now" really implies he was planning ahead, that he was hoping Lavellan would accept his full identity, and they would stay together.

That "for now" means he already had more gifts in mind, more ways to show her what she meant to him. In that moment, in that glade, under those circumstances, he could only give her the truth she deserved - so words, knowledge, love and respect in the form of a spoken revelation -, but what about later? What was his next gift to her going to be? Something tangible, like a love memento, something precious to wear and show everyone? More knowledge and wisdom to share with her? Memories and scenes from his old life?

Weekes said Solas was ready to tell her the truth, forget about his duty, and lose himself in Lavellan, but chickened out at the last second. So I'm really curious to know what kind of future he envisioned in those blissful last moments before he lost his courage - what other presents and displays of love he was ready to give to her.

[ivanttakethis]

Same color scheme, same lighting, same tears/sweat, same club vibe…

Close enough, welcome back Deep Faker (偽顏) music video 💕

[unknown-cold]

(Everyone in my life changed, please tell me you won’t)

I feel like the biggest problem Vi's personality is struggling with is that she doesn't accept change. The change that happens to the people Vi knows. Her inability to accept change is what holds her back from getting close to the people she loves.

Cause as we saw in the clip that was released at the geeked week event "Nothing to Lose" The video showed us something sad about Vi, which is that it is difficult for her to change or to change anything in her personality.

I feel like it's because she didn't experience change, she spent most of her life in prison doing the same thing every day for 7 years, so maybe after something bad happened to her or maybe to Caitlyn or Jinx. She went and did the thing she always did which was fight then get beaten then wake up to another day and fight and the same cycle repeats itself over and over.

"Of course, most of you know that this sentence is written on the T-shirt, which was released by Riot Games on Their Official Website."

[cozylittleartblog]

worst way to start my new year, thanks. i have a lot of things to say about these companies but i'm tired and just keeping it focused to the pin side of things for this one. do not ever buy pins from these companies, literally ALL of them are stolen from small artists like me. if you want to buy enamel pins, check out etsy, and artist's personal websites and shops! (though even Etsy has some bootleg pins that ship straight from china, so tread carefully…)

Every pin I've designed is, thus far, EXCLUSIVE to my etsy. if you find it anywhere else, it's been ripped off! and once these stupid bootlegs pop up, it's basically a never ending game of whack-a-mole trying to get them all taken down...

[kikker-oma]

Hi! I'm sorry to bother you but can I see something with Time and Fierce Deity? Maybe fighting each other or something I just really love art btw

I don't think Time would win this one....