not a word from any of you
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Do you think Cellbit has q!BBH on his q!Cellbit vision board? Cellbit is cool and dark and edgy and interesting, but (except for Pac) he is not on the level of unease and fear Bad inspires by just existing in the same server at the same time. He looks at that demon making s’mores with tiny creatures and says “goals” and honestly, frightening because Cellbit is almost certainly getting worse (/pos).
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anyways we figured out mac’s issue and frankly? Warranted reaction.
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We’ve reached Winter Saturday in the Chill Valicer Save, aka New Year’s Eve, aka the last update I played before the Infants Patch and Growing Together! And I’ve managed to keep it to just 65 pictures this time around. :p Look, I don’t know what to tell you about the updates lately, I just have a LOT of stuff I want to take pictures of with these three.
Anyway -- we start with simultaneous pooping. XD Look, I’m sorry, I just thought it was funny that Alice and Kelly ended up using their respective toilets at the same time. A little more seriously, the big event of the early morning hours for these three was Victor handling spirits in the house by giving them gifts! While Alice took care of business and then settled in for a few extra hours sleep and Smiler worked on modding The R.E.F.U.G.E. upstairs, Victor ventured downstairs to offer one of his dipped candles to the little weird glasses ghost who had appeared by the stairs. The ghost accepted this with a question about whether this made them boyfriends and if they should kiss (dude), but then disappeared -- leaving behind ANOTHER bizarre idol! Wow, so now the gang has THREE! I had Victor just put this one in his inventory -- yeah, perhaps I could just start selling them to oddity collectors, but it feels nice to have one on-hand in case of emergencies, you know?
After that, he and Shadow had some breakfast together in the newly-remodeled kitchen -- but when the specter hanging out in THERE proved to be a little too distracting (dang specter sprinkles everywhere), I decided Victor needed to banish them with a present as well. But as he was out of candles, he had to make something from scratch -- so why not try making some lovely apple jam? Despite nearly forgetting what he was doing halfway through to try and talk to the spirit (please don’t, we do not need ANY more fires), he did successfully finish a good batch -- and the specter appreciated the jar it was giving, leaving behind a lovely glass of Soul Sip for Victor to try later! Victor is definitely starting to get the hang of this “medium” thing, I think. :p
While all that was going on, Alice and Smiler eventually came downstairs themselves -- Alice to give Kelly a little affection before moving onto painting, while Smiler decorated the place for New Year’s! Nothing too complicated, just a nice bit of stars bunting for the roof and lights for the fences. :) Though, honestly, if I was going to do this again, I’d do it the other way around -- feels like it makes more sense. Ah well, next New Year’s!
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It's still surprising to see people say that when they see the upcoming strike post I made that this is the first time they're hearing about it, especially because I've seen several posts now talking about the same strike.
That being said: regardless of what kind of blog you are, please spread the news about the genocide, the strikes, boycotts, etc.
Even if you are a small blog, spreading word allows for more people to know what's going on and also do their part in protests and strikes, and maybe even the right people will be able to do more than what you're able to do.
And reminder: there is an upcoming strike on February 18th-25th. Prepare accordingly, protest, boycott, call your reps, and spread the word so more people are aware.
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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.
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