#while you still can

[geopsych]

A cobweb in the attic gathers dust... But a cobweb in the outdoors gathers dewdrops that scintillate in the sun. Get out. Find your hope. Read the Earth. It is an extraordinary book: full color, stereo sound, wonderful aromas, the wind. It is an extraordinary planet. —David Brower

[probablygayattorneys]

Azran Legacy (Parker’s Version)

[SCENE: The underground cave where the girl is frozen]

Professor Sycamore (PS): Imagine, Professor Layton. This girl could unlock ALL of the secrets of the Azran society- you yourself are the one who proved of the Azran’s existence in the first place and I myself am a preeminent scholar in the field. Together, we would uncover the greatest archeologist discovery of all time!

Professor Layton (PL): *is silent, his hand up to his mouth as he thinks*

PS: You seem uncertain… Why, we would be legends!

PL: Yes… but have you considered the cost?

PS: I assure you, money is of no object. Not when on the edge of something so… so enormous!

PL: I speak not of money. Have you considered the cost?

PS: …I don’t understand.

PL: Yes, I proved the existence of the Azrans… but I wish I hadn’t. The price I paid was too high. I lost something I could never recover.

PS: Yes, I heard about your friend. But… he was found to be alive and well, was he not?

PL: He’s changed. And even that aside, what about the years I lost, blaming myself? Every tear I brushed away for him? Every night I woke up in a cold sweat, desperately reaching for a phantom? And for what? Fame? Glory? Money? In the time since I’ve earned enough of all three. Enough to know that the pain I suffered, and the wounds that eventually turned to scars that I will have to carry with me permanently and no amount of prestige or paycheck can give me back that childhood innocence or erase the years of suffering. No, Professor Sycamore. I want nothing to do with the Azran’s legacy. It is a curse, not a gift, and I would advise you to abandon it as well, until you find your obsession has left you with nothing left to lose.

[PROFESSOR LAYTON turns away, EMMY and LUKE in tow]

PS: You’re nothing but a coward! Running away, the second you get close to something big!

PL: *stops, but doesn’t turn, merely pulling his hat down over his eyes* No. I’m a gentleman. And a true gentleman always knows when it’s time to go.

[They all leave, though EMMY turns and gives PROFESSOR SYCAMORE a one finger salute before they go]

[END SCENE/GAME?]

[terephin]

Why do Priests read so much Sherlock Holmes?

Well he keeps talking about Elementary so it has to show up eventually right?

[boltlightning]

the only good thing to come out of the beta editor debacle is that i learned gifs have a 10mb limit now. it’s all over for you fools my gifs are about to get SO long and SO crispy

[blu-razbry]

Several listings of it are up on the Internet Archive :)

Just watched the banned Moon Girl episode.

>the episode addresses the topic of trans kids in sports >the entire episode is about how bigots will always move the goalpost, and playing by their rules is pointless >the solution is not to play their game and break the rules >it also states that trans people should never feel like a burden >the character Brooklyn is explicitly stated to be trans >there is also an explicitly nonbinary character >multiple mentions of pride and depictions of pride flags, trans flags and progress flags

I'm not at all surprised this didn't get past the censors but I'm so mad that it didn't, because this could've been something really special, and the fact it was canned after being fully finished is downright painful. This episode was wonderful and I'm grateful to all the people who worked on it, and angry that their hard work was wasted. Disney did not deserve you.

Here's a link, as long as Disney doesn't take it down

[crabussy]

hey. don’t cry. crush four cloves of garlic into a pot with a dollop of olive oil and stir until golden then add one can of crushed tomatoes a bit of balsamic vinegar half a tablespoon of brown sugar and stir for a few minutes adding a handful of fresh spinach until wilted and mix in half a cup of grated parmesan cheese and pasta of your choice ok?

[imaredshirt]

Please go out and vote. Please please please please

[inkbotkowalski]

Baffled by the people on this hellsite genuinely thinking that Trump will stop sending bombs for genocide(s). The whole fucking world depends on the USA not becoming more fascist. People will get murdered in droves regardless; but less so if you vote for the Shit Light party instead of the Full On Shit party. jfc. Go vote. Maybe read up on Project 2025 while you're at it.

[melyzard]

https://www.reuters.com/world/us/trump-tells-christians-they-wont-have-vote-after-this-election-2024-07-27/

US followers, you need to deny Trump the presidency at all costs.

There’s a lot more work to do on top of voting but you need to get out and vote against him.

Here’s how to check your voter registration status.

[mynnthia]

was talking with a friend about how some of dunmeshi fаndom misunderstands kabru's initial feelings towards laios.

to sum up kabru's situation via a self-contained modernized metaphor:

kabru is like a guy who lost his entire family in a highly traumatic car accident. years later he joins a discord server and takes note of laios, another server member who seems interesting, so they start chatting. then laios reveals his special interest and favorite movie of all time is David Cronenberg's Crash (1996), and invites kabru to go watch a demolition derby with him

[catboy-beckett]

Kim Kitsuragi is a fascinating character because there's not that much fun or interesting or compelling about him. And yet somehow over the course of playing Disco Elysium the game rewires your fucking brain around him. He's the middest man you've ever seen in both appearance and personality but at some point he says something kind to you or something critical of you and you feel like you just got hit by a truck and you need his approval like you need oxygen and like how tf did this happen. what are you

[3rdsday]

Tommy basically said "the DSMP was good because it was, and still is, loved" and that basically sums up my feelings on the matter too.

[pachix]

https://www.geoguessr.com/vgp/3007

[allimili]

"Let's meet again next Halloween..."

[son1c]

visually impaired and still rockin'!

tails built the visor for him. it acts as a multi-tool: a screen reader and a proximity sensor. you know, like how when you're in a car and it'll beep when you get too close to something? sonic uses it to navigate at super-speeds!

[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.