( @mastcrmarksman )

❝ Move over! ❞ Shoves his way onto the couch, but does hold up the bag of popcorn he is holding. He has some manners.

𝙂𝙍𝘼𝙉𝘿𝙇𝙔, 𝙄𝙉 𝙇𝘼𝙍𝙂𝙀, 𝘿𝙍𝘼𝙈𝘼𝙏𝙄𝘾 𝙈𝙊𝙑𝙀𝙈𝙀𝙉𝙏𝙎, he looks around as if to say 'are you seeing this shit' ? there's no one else to comment, obviously. that's never stopped him. peter grumbles, then shifts, deciding if he has to share the couch then clint has to be the designated heater. he can deal with peter's cold fingers wiggling their way over his arm. ❛❛ i'll let this go, only because you brought snacks. but if you talk during the good parts, all bets are off & i will bring the webs out. ❜❜

Yep, going in the navi

"A...are you saying I have a flat cake?"

my mum forbade me to say anything to my dad about the top surgery thing, and it's just hit me how funny it would be if i got it done and didn't tell him and just waited for him to notice. i mean, what's he gonna say? "didn't you used to have tits?"

"Could you flex your muscles a little for me? Prettyplease?" It was super important to March for the picture she was gonna snap! Totally only reason!

This was certainly an odd request for her. Not a lot of people wanted to see her muscles anymore and it's not as if she really had natural muscles anyways. But when she flexed.....

"Well, since you were a good girl during your check up. Just this once though."

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.

so uhhhhh. that Noise update huh?

great job there buddy, you've given the dang frog anxiety!

mochi mayhem gave me so much food... god bless game freak...

Albert Wesker in Resident Evil 4 Remake: Separate Ways

Unexpected but fair.

How long were we disconnected?

phil lester: then ⤐ now

happy 37th birthday @amazingphil!!!

world's most normal workplace situationship

Vox, when he was a fresh overlord: Bye Alastor! Bye Carmilla! Bye Zestial! Bye Rosie! Bye Alastor! Velvette: You said 'Bye Alastor' twice. Vox: I like Alastor.

Currently re-reading Naruto and I just––

BABY GAARA MY BELOVED

You deserved so much better </3

secret santa for @alulaspeaks ♡ an ode to season eleven x the national

all that matters now, all that's ever mattered, is that we're together. so, shut up and drink a beer.

Chapter 27: Homecoming

FINISHED!!!! COMPLETED!!! DONE!!!!

Erik/Christine, Circus AU, Enemies to Lovers, Slowburn, 100k+

Erik Claudin couldn’t remember when he learned that he was a burden. He supposed it was when he was five, watching his mother shake her head at him, a carpet bag in her hand, a mask in the other, his first. Or, perhaps, it was when, in the tiny house, the flames surrounded him and he could not breathe, and yet his mother yelled, and cried, and the priest said he was cursed. Either way, he knew he had to leave. He packed his little bag with his meager clothes and set off on the road, only to be struck and nearly killed by a racing carriage. He still had a scar on his leg from a hoof, and he was still a burden to his mother.   As a boy he knew he was unwanted. Why, then, did it hurt him so terribly now? 

Read on Ao3 here

Thank you again to @victorianandthespian for this awesome commission from (gosh literally last year) - my motivation for finishing was getting to post this lovely work and I finally did it!!