Once upon a time, there was a little troll, in a little town, who lived under a little bridge in Alpena, Michigan. He had a good father, a human, a wise she-troll for his mother, and three wonderful little monsters for his little sisters.
While his mother had been born under that same bridge, and his mother’s mother, his great-grandparents had been from the old country.
They were both as troll-ish as a troll could be. And they were proud of it. After they left the old country, they moved to a little village full of other Trollish families, and they’re daughter’s first language was Trolluk. But they’re daughter grew tired of the old ways, and never taught her children about being a troll.This meant, after centuries of tradition, the little troll’s grandmother had ended it all, just like that. But his mother never minded, she didn’t think much about that.
So the little Troll never learned to speak Trolluk, never learned Trollish holidays, and never really learned about being a troll. He was never angry, or resentful. He just felt out of place. It didn’t help that his human father had never much cared for his family history.
One day, the little Troll stoop caring.But one day, the little Troll read a fairytale. An old one, one he had heard only when he was very, very, young. And it made him excited! The way the names of the people and places rolled off his tongue in a strange language, and the way they described the tall mountains, the mossy swamps, and dark forests!From then on, he immersed himself in his heritage, listened to Trollish songs, read stories and histories, began learning the traditions. Even set himself on learning Trolluk.And something amazing happened, I’m as he learned, his mother started wanting to learn with him, and one of his sisters too!
They began talking to the elder Trolls, started speaking to each other in the old tongue. It was amazing. And the little Troll set himself on learning everything he could.He didn’t know it all yet, but he had learned that he loved his family’s history, and found pride in carrying on their legacy. His legacy.
And even if he would have to relearn all the old ways, dig through manuscripts and journals, he would carry the legacy, with a toothy smile!
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16 Trans Agendas for the Modern Queer
Live to old age.
Enjoy a nice snack.
Cuddle up with my cat.
Demand good healthcare.
Create a chosen family.
Soak in queer community.
Reject any need for cis approval.
Respect pronouns.
Breathe deep breaths.
Admire surgical scars.
Be kind.
Tell my friends that I love them.
Be endlessly creative.
T4T.
Watch the sunrise.
Persist.
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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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Good Monday everyone!
Today's agenda for EVERYONE:
Pray for the downfall of the British Monarchy
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A Legendary Sendoff for a Legend
A Legendary Sendoff for a Legend
All people walk through life making a ripple, one that perhaps seems bigger with hindsight, but there are some who create a wave all their own, visible from the very start which only gets taller and more powerful each day. Our Uncle Brian was that sort. I say our because he can be claimed by so very many. Large families are like that. But for those whose family extends far beyond bloodline, those…
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saw this tweet n had to doodle it
also will n hannibal are goin out for a murder date :3
its worth noting that I, a gen z, had to learn several capital cursive letters (i know all the lowercase ones but cannot read cursive to save my life) for this.
Also! I added alt text for all of us who can't read cursive. and visually impaired people.
EDIT: y'all need to calm down about her age. i found this on Pinterest. its a screenshot of a tweet. i know abigail isnt a gen z. i did not make the original post. Also, no, some schools don't teach cursive anymore. Some do.
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[Image description: An edited meme depicting a minimalist-style man and woman with their two children, holding hands and looking at a series of rainbow stripes. The man says, "I love attending Pride and seeing all the giant rainbow flags!" The woman replies, "It's so sexy of us to be bisexual!" Their children chorus, "Happy Pride, Mom and Dad!"]
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Deadserious au due to summoning him, 15 yr old Danny meets up with Ra's and 8 yr old Damian. This displaces him in time though.
After showing off his immense power, Baby Damian immediately gets a fat crush on Danny, but when demanding professing his love Danny’s response is “until you grow taller then me brat”.
Danny afterwards leaves back to his time, immediately finding out that this change led to Danny being chased after by the Wayne’s youngest. And even worse the baby he met now towered over him despite still being older.
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