#i hope this is acceptable

[downbaddetective]

CHORBWIN FANART PRETTY PLEASE?

Thank you for the request! 💙❤️

(Requests are open until December 15th)

[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

[bixels]

As gen-AI becomes more normalized (Chappell Roan encouraging it, grifters on the rise, young artists using it), I wanna express how I will never turn to it because it fundamentally bores me to my core. There is no reason for me to want to use gen-AI because I will never want to give up my autonomy in creating art. I never want to become reliant on an inhuman object for expression, least of all if that object is created and controlled by tech companies. I draw not because I want a drawing but because I love the process of drawing. So even in a future where everyone’s accepted it, I’m never gonna sway on this.

[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.

[juney-blues]

there is, famously, a huge amount of social pressure on gnc cis people to transition. society just wants more trans people, trans women especially. this is a real and serious problem. there are just too many trans women making egg jokes. we have to protect the poor cis people from being compared to us (which is clearly and self evidently a horrible thing to do clearly)

[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-

[idontmindifuforgetme]

I’m going to be so hot this year but more than that I’m going to be so intentional w my time

[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.