#i need them so bad it hurts

[lovelykil]

THANKFUL FOR HXH WOMEN🙏🏾🙏🏾🙏🏾

[giantkillerjack]

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

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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.

[corpsentry]

pick your battles

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

Good morning, Sleepyhead.

[First] Prev <–-> Next

[bluerosefox]

"Daddy! Mommy's is having Ellie!"

Everyone in the Batfam knows Jason keeps secrets.

Secrets he'd take to his grave a second time if he had to.

But to think one of those secrets would be about the fact he had a secret family.

And the only reason the Batfam found out was because apparently their secret (grand)daughter/sister-in-law Jazz/Jasmine was in labor and their (great)grandson/nephews Danny (Daniel) and Dan (Dante) called him while on a Red Hood job with the rest of the Batfam to panicky tell him their baby sister Ellie was on the way early.

Red Hood books it away from the fam to his bike while asking to put Kori or Roy on the phone.

Oh boy.

[territorial-utopia]

This is what it was all for

Happy Midsummer's Eve!!!

[buglaur]

if virgil was in a horror movie he'd probably be first to die

[muckyschmuck]

shake that fist all u want, kravezit u goddamn loser, no one feels bad for u!!!!!!!!!!!!

[ruporas]

nightmares

[makiswirl]

can i just say. and this is probably a niche hill to die on. that i am so gobsmacked every time someone vaguely hints at the idea that jotaro doesn't care meaningfully for the other crusaders, usually particularly kakyoin and joseph, when those two actually tend to be the ones he reacts to being hurt the hardest

like he cares for his loved ones!!!! that literally plays into his character motives in every single part he shows up in!!! stop lying to me!!!!!!!

[spoopdeedoop]

thinking about cbeeduo again seventy injured twenty two dead

[skipblebee]

Svsss is so cool I wish novels were real

[autisticandroids]

CASTIEL: Stop. What's the point if you don't mean it? You fear me - not love, not respect, just fear.

[youtube with closed captions]

a godstiel pity party. i'd like to thank an anon i got way back in february of 2021.

[someiicecube]

Mhin's Fucking Blouse

Yeah, recently I looked back on some posts from RSS and this detail (which slipped my mind before) suddenly stuck out to me lmao

YOU'RE TELLING ME IT WASN'T A FOLD ALL THIS TIME? Granted, it was a bit hard to notice with their normal sprite but still.

[transcript from image; right-to-left: comparing (May’s Kickstarter Update) with demo sprite. (It's) not noticeable because Mhin keeps their arms crossed over their chest :(

ARMLESS MHIN JUMPSCARE. Harder to notice with their regular sprite (I thought it was a fold/an unrendered part cause its usually hidden by their sleeves)

bigger alt sprite.png. Most noticeable in this sprite if you rip their arms off.]

Just looking through the sprite atlas and ripping their arms off, the usual.

Their CG is probably the most accurate reference for their blouse tbh

me being a fake-ass Mhin enjoyer/hj

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

Laios's three Boy Best Friends. And yes, they hate him.

[wraithdance]

I’m not Kesha, I hate your beard

Cw: it’s pure unedited smut. Nobody look at me I’m not doing well. Price or Keller pick your poison style, afab!reader, mentions of readers vagina, oral sex, a lil consensual (light) choking if you’re nasty. I hate myself for this :(

MDNI as always, don’t annoy me

You weren’t joking when you told him you hated his facial hair. It comes as a surprise that despite your rude comment he still manages to get you under him and soaking his beard.

The moans he emits as he licks and sucks your cunt are obscene. Coupled with your compulsive grinding against his mouth you’re dizzy with gut punching want. The sides of his beard is scratchy against your sensitive inner thighs but you can only stretch your legs so far apart to escape the sensation.

Especially when he sucks your clit with definitive pulls that has you clasping his head between your knees in a vice grip.

Light colored eyes hold yours in as he lifts his head just enough to be seen over the mound of your pussy. Your legs shake observing the slick and shiny layer dampening his mouth and beard. He gives you a knowing smirk making a show of licking his lips.

“You taste so good doll.”

keening out a half gasp you hiss a ‘please shut up’ that has him pinching your thigh in reproach. He tells you to be nice (demands it, really) and it’s an order you’re fine with following, especially when he shoves his tongue as far as he can into your cunt.

You whine when he removes the muscle only to sigh when he replaces it with a plug of his thick fingers. He’s pumping two digits out of your clenching sex driving more hot cum into his palm and mouth.

Your eyes rolls to the back of your head when his mustache grazes over your clit when he parts your folds with slow flat licks.

His eyes dilate while he watches your body tremble at the force of your orgasm. His hands wrap around your thighs holding your thrashing legs still as he licks you through tremors. Your vision blacks out when he places a fat kiss and light nip to the skin above your clit.

When you come to seconds later he’s bullying his hips between yours and sinking inside you with one long fluid motion.

The sound you make is choked and he coos encouraging words that has your eyes prickling with tears. When the hilt of his cock finally makes it over the threshold of your cunt he rocks into you with a slow punch. You’re crying out, hand shooting below to stop the forward thrust of his hips.

He just removes it, pressing a kiss into your palm and fucks into you without abandon.

“Fuck oh fuck!” you’re crying and twisting your fingers in the sheets below you. He won’t let you scooch up the bed very far to avoid his thrusts. He drops more of his weight on your lower half and it flattens your legs to the bed and puts another centimeter of thick cock inside you.

You’re loud and scratching against any part of him you can reach. His face lights up in humor and his beard twitches as he smiles down at you. He nuzzles your cheek with his nose uncaring about the wet tears trailing down your chin.

“That’s it sweet thing you got it. You can take it. Give me a kiss.”

Your unfocused eyes meet his and you try to meet his lips in a kiss but he pulls away leaving you confused. He chuckles and smooths a finger down the curve of your nose slowing his rutting into a slower pace.

“Not there sweet thing. Kiss my beard”

You scowl. It’s not nearly as menacing as you’d like given you were speared open by his thick cock but you give the energy you can.

He looks at you with mirth in his eyes and shifts to his knees. You’re about to protest believing he’d be so petty as to pull out because you won’t kiss his stupid beard but he instead maneuvers you into a mating press.

“Jesus- FUCK!”

He laughs. His hand finds his way to the base of your neck and lightly puts pressure on the sides of your throat. You know he can feel your heart beating frantically like a frightened bird but you’re too focused on the feel of being stretched with your knees to your chest.

His face crowds yours and he kisses your nose.

“C’mon doll just a little kiss. Promise it won’t bite. I’ll give you something nice after.”

Your cunt spasms around him and he chuckles. You hate yourself for the chaste kiss you embed on his cheek and the next one you place on his chin below his mouth.

He captures your lips in a heated kiss that makes you dizzy. He tightens the grasp he has on your throat and adjusts his weight.

“Don’t hold back your screams, I want to hear how I make this cunt feel.”

He plunges inside of you before you can retort. He makes you cum on his face twice more before the night is over.