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detectiveconnor · 2 months
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"Don't touch him."
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Diego thought this man was dangerous.
Sir Reginald Hargreeves, as slimy as they came, with a cane and a monocle which, when Connor scanned it, returned an output that didn't suggest Mr Hargreeves held a prescriptive lens. There was something to be said for the fact Diego thought he - Connor - warranted defending from this man. Connor had come into this meeting largely neutral, unimpressed with what he knew of the man but willing to maintain a relatively clean slate for the sake of negotiation.
"Fascinating," Reginald said, as he shook Connor's hand, past Diego's protest.
Connor decided then and there, in that precise moment, that he did not like him one bit, and would deal with him the way one might deal with a venomous snake pit.
"The outside world's work with AI has truly come an extraordinary way. Tell me, do you believe you're free?"
Did this man ever leave the house? Connor's LED remained its low, calm, cycling blue. He felt Reginald's eyes lift to it. Connor ensured it remained steady. He released Reginald's hand.
"Now, I don't meant to be rude," said the slimy rich billionaire with a taste for things he found f a s c i n a t i n g, "but it's always good to know the ... limitations of existing technologies. My own work has been a constant revision. I wonder --" he lifted his hands, as though to ask to get his hands in 'the guts of it all', and Connor thought: Diego was right, this was a waste of their time.
"My name is Connor," Connor said, flatly, because Reginald had not asked, nor introduced himself, nor seemed to care in any way that he was indeed a person.
This seemed to take him aback somewhat. "Well-" a beat: "of course, I know, my boy. Elijah hardly stopped speaking of you since he wrote you."
Wrote you. Like that was something to do, to 'write' a person. It felt dirty in some way. As much as Amanda had touched everything he'd ever thought or had in his head before he got rid of her, Elijah Kamski had, at some point, written the words he used to think with, the framework he had to work within.
"He's very proud," Reginald said. Like a compliment.
"He's dead," Connor said, flatly.
"Pity." (How immediately and neutrally it was said, Connor doubted this came as a surprise to Reginald at all - and if it did, he would have bet money it did not matter to him in the least.)
"He held an archive of data of particular interest to me. I have reason to believe he shared some of this with friends, for security reasons." Destroying his home was not enough to rid the world of it. "Does that sound familiar, Mr Hargreeves?"
Slimy asshole.
"It may." Like he had conditions, wanted something in exchange, was prepared to bargain for basic access to information he probably had no idea how to use or - worse - information he knew precisely how to use. His mistake was this: Connor did not negotiate with people like this. They were slimy assholes.
"Got it," Connor said, and he turned right around and left the room. He did not get the satisfaction of Mr Hargreeves calling out after him, but he would have liked it.
So it was in the building, somewhere. He was going to find it.
"You were right," Connor said, when Diego joined him, later: "I don't like him."
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katamarigender · 2 months
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cons of hyperfixating SPECIFICALLY on an oc: eventually you will be the only person who does not have fatigue from seeing this guy over and over again
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vavavadoom · 1 year
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All Out Avengers 2
Derek Landy & Greg Land (on purpose?)
Bifurcated Dooms threaten and defend the world. Needed more Doom on Doom dialogue, but so much better than the Jason Aaron nonsense going on in the main Avengers title(s).
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Liked the Dark Doom design quite a bit, and keying on hope feels like a genuine Victor characteristic.
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Tony trying to turn Light Doom evil.
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etherealspacejelly · 5 months
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sometimes you just have to let yourself be a bit neurodivergent.
i hate going out, it gives me a lot of anxiety and sensory input that i dont like, and i am often forced to talk to people.
so i do this thing on more difficult days, or sometimes just for fun, where i "bring a fictional character with me". i walk and imagine Fictional Character walking next to me. they talk to me, reassure me, hype me up, whatever i need them to do.
today dean winchester came christmas shopping with me. he went over the list with me of stuff i needed to get, told me i was doing a good job every time i finished in a certain shop, reminded me to take a deep breath when i got a little overwhelmed.
and yea. its kinda silly. and i know its just me talking to myself in a different voice, but it Works! especially since all of my special interests/hyperfixations tend to be tv/movie related.
so do what you gotta do to Get Shit Done. stop holding yourself to neurotypical standards. if you need Fictional Character to tell you you're doing a good job, do it! if you need Favourite Singer to walk you to school, do it! yea it might feel silly but you're literally fighting against your own brain to get stuff done every single day. you can have a little self indulgent daydream, as a treat.
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wrightandco · 6 months
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the confetti for a not guilty verdict is actually the funniest fucking thing about ace attorney
it’s like they inherently know their system is fucked to the to the extent that they’ve got the celebration confetti at the ready when they don’t wrongfully incarcerate someone
edgeworth never lost a trial until he faced phoenix wright so the confetti goes off and he’s probably like what the fuck ppfthh pffth phhh that last bit is him spitting the confetti out of his mouth
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peachdoxie · 3 months
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horror is always like oh no they're possessed by a demon well what about possessed by an angel? angelic possession is also horror.
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nonebinary-leftbeef · 10 months
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DEVASTATING the lyric you've been mishearing is better than the real one
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aueua · 8 months
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people with siblings: how do you feel about them?
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plantpirating · 11 months
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Type "I am" in the tags and whatever follows is your gender today...
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theunfairfolk · 2 years
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my little cousin confidently declared that mother nature had a counterpart named daddy electric and i feel like this concept needs to be explored
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minor-goddess-melinoe · 3 months
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it's so obvious they want ta dare you
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The vegan to ecofascist pipeline
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theminecraftbee · 3 months
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I think the funniest thing about mumbo so far this season is that he’s just. coming out of the blocks swinging? like his default interaction with EVERYONE has been “I am going to bully you now” and like, I appreciate this energy for him, I think it’s really funny also, but it’s such a role reversal. where did my floppy, vaguely confused guy who everyone else mocks go. where did he learn aggression. why does he bite now,
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wolfythewitch · 29 days
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Okay actual tma sona LMAO. He's just a waterlogged little guy
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andthebeanstalk · 11 months
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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!
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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crayonurchin · 4 months
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First art of the new year is all about re-structuring your internal monologue.
In my early 20s I was working full time in London with many social commitments and a variety of hustles and side projects.
In my later mid 20s I cater to many sensory and social drain needs I have and indulge in special interests while respecting my lower energy reserves and celebrating my different way of processing the world.
Did I get more autistic? Nah. I got less fake.
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[Art description: Three panels showing figures on a black background. Long descriptions follow.
1. A drawing of OP as a person with hip-length hair and a dress standing sadly with her hands clapsed together in front of her. She is coloured a muted rainbow gradient. Behind her, two pairs of nondescript figures chat while smiling. White text says, ‘I’m getting more and more autistic the older I get.’ 2. OP’s colours are brighter, and her expression looks happier. Crayon-like scribbles have crossed out the text from the previous panel. 3. OP’s colours are vibrant, and she balances on one leg and throws her arms out as she dances. The text above has changed to say, ‘I’m becoming more and more myself the older I get.’ \End descriptions]
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