#( abuse tw )

[abbadoabbadon]

I genuinely pretend the last episode of WEP didn't happen, where the teacher was "innocent" and Koito just killed herself because she was mad he wouldn't have sex with her(???).

Like no, this whole anime painted Sawaki as this fucking creep, Ai knows something happened and something weird is going on, and the painting Sawaki did of Ai is so fucking weird and unsettling and only proves to me that he's trying to groom Ai.

This bastard is not innocent. He definitely did something to Koito and she killed herself because of it. This is actually batshit that the anime is trying to paint Koito as this manipulative liar and Ai is just like "oh, okay... my friend lied and Sawaki did nothing wrong." Not to mention adding on this bullshit about how some of the characters are trying to be like "omg Ai has a cruuuuush on Sawakiiiii!!!!"

Like. Fucking stop, oh my god.

Ura-Acca, a sympathetic character, recoils in disgust when Himari suggests she looks like her mom and he is ‘waiting’ for her to become an adult. I don’t even think he liked Asuza. Yeah he might have created an artificial girl who was never allowed to have freedoms and set her on fire later and created this game just roping more girls into it but he draws the line at pedophilia.

Meanwhile Sawaki last episode straight up suggested that Ai is going to look like her mom when she grows up and painted her with flowers that meant “waiting” and “romantic love”.

You can also just compare Ai sitting at the table with Ura-Acca listening to him and how she’s fine with it versus any time the teacher is on screen it being really weird. He was treating her like his lost daughter and poured her a glass of water and told her what was going on so she was aware.

Anyway weird men please stop trying to tell me the teacher is ‘actually good’.

[compassionatereminders]

Addiction is like money, it doesn’t change you, it just shows who you really are. If sober you were just quietly a hateful and degenerate person, you’ll be more openly so in addiction.

True like no addiction doesn't justify abuse at all, but there are many abusers who aren't addicts and lots of addicts who aren't abusers

[neuroticboyfriend]

my abusive father got knee replacement surgery and ive been taking care of him every day for going on the past 3 weeks.

he's cleared to walk around and drive and at this point i dont know if he's just taking advantage of me. he said today that he's not walking around because a bruise on his leg really hurts.

he's going to be home until february. he's getting the other knee replaced too. which means i'll still have to take care of him.

this man has psychologically tortured me and denied me medical care even when it could have cost me my life.

and i have to put on a mask every day, be happy smiley and helpful, and do whatever he tells me to do. it doesn't help that i can't talk to my family about any of my own health issues, especially the mental.

i feel completely alone here, and like i dont even know who i am anymore. no wonder ive been dissociating and emotionally volatile this month, set on self sabotage.

i don't know what to do. everyone's counting on me to take care of him and i feel like i'm going to fall apart.

[buryeden]

Had they belittled everything, thrown it into a box and kept it satiated by wasting this passion for something that would end so suddenly? Wilder didn't seem to care, clouded by this desire that stronger than intoxication. The divinity his name was suppose to hold, that he denied with each utterance and resisted denouncing when others questioned just where he stood in the haunting of it all, was something he could finally feel when Theo spoke it.

"Yes," Will could hardly break a word out, pinned down by this ecstasy. His fingers tugged against Theo's crown and pulled apart every perfectly placed hair on his head to push him closer to the delicate skin of his neck. He wanted his kiss to bruise, to linger for the days in between where he knew he wouldn't have him this close again.

Tugging on the buckle of his belt, Wilder pulled it free with little consideration for each loop sewn along the waist band. He didn't have a single thread of focus to finish the job before he was pulling at Theo's shirt and then feverishly regretting it when it needed to break his kiss. Will pushed his hands past the fabric and down the curve of his back. He didn't know where to begin, where to linger, too hungry to make a decision.

He quickly pulled off his shirt, trying to remove anything that separated them further. There's a sobering moment when there's nothing between now and he can feel the rise and all of his chest against him. Any time Wilder has come clean like, it's far more impulsive and he never has to look anyone in the eye. Their backs are pressed against his chest where he can hide himself in the throes of passion, or there's no time or even intention to know the body he finds himself entangled with. He didn't have to look people in the eye when they were cramped in a bathroom stall or facing the bed frame of some ruddy little flat for just a night. Theo wasn't someone he would leave once the other turned the shower one to wash him away, or twisted up in sheets for morning to settle between them. There were parts of his life, beyond the rumors and tall tales fed to his kind and the one he hailed from, he didn't know how to explain.

For just a moment, he finds himself hesitating.

This isn't what he wants to share with him, doesn't to linger on and let him touch with curious caress over rippled skin. Wilder was suddenly aware of the way he even avoided looking at each scar, that after all these years he still had his stomach twist in knots at it. There was no where to go, no way to hide it as though Theo hadn't already committed them to memory and inquiry. He stood there, uncertainty pulling him down where his head hung between his shoulders. These weren't battle scars, as all the men in his line of work showed off proudly. Nothing had been gained from these. Not a lesson, not a balanced scale. They hadn't even been given vengeance.

The hunger is almost placid, no longer begging for satisfaction. He moves only to gently, slowly, pull Theo's hands where he can't reach the hollowed rings pressed into skin even after all these years.

"Sorry," He murmurs, but he doesn't pull away. The defiance he clung to, that he so badly wanted to feed against expectation and hesitation, runs cold. He doesn't want to slow down, doesn't want to pay mind to how everything is too slow now and numb. "I just need a moment to catch my breath."

he wondered if wilder could tell the way his body was reacting to all their kisses and touches, or how his pants were starting to grow slightly uncomfortable as he craved all of the younger man before him. it was certainly noticed by theodore who knew he'd have to take his pants off at some point, but for now he could be patient for a little longer. he didn't want to rush things between them because this wasn't just a one-night stand, it was more than that. though what that meant for certain, he didn't know. he didn't care to find out as he was just happy to have wilder in his apartment with him where they could be alone for the night before having to figure things out in the morning.

"good, now we can focus on more important things." he was more than ready to put aside the argument, concerns and anything else that might get in the way of what they wanted, though more importantly theodore was focused on what he wanted. and he was determined to get it before anything else happened to interrupt them. he felt the man's fingers on him and he smiled a little into the kiss that was far too addicting not to return to. the way wilder's lips felt against his made theodore want to never kiss anyone else again. of course that may never happen as he could very well pick someone else up for the night, but for now he only wanted wilder and no one else.

he smiled when feeling the tug on his lip and it was rewarded by pulling away from the kiss to move down to the man's neck, a hand tilting wilder's head back so he could press kisses to his neck. savoring the softness of his skin while his hand shifted from wilder's torso to instead begin palming him through his pants. "does that feel good?" he asked into the other's ear as a small smirk began to form on his lips. "do you want more?"

[teaboot]

When I was a kid, I regularly lost reading privileges for "having an attitude" and "acting out".

It wasn't as simple as being told not to read during other activities- one of the first times it happened, I remember being six years old, watching my stepfather pull fistfuls of books off my bookshelf and throw them to the floor in a heaping mess while I cried and asked him to stop.

It was weird. Every other adult I knew described me as exceptionally well-behaved, but at home, it was the opposite, and it was blamed on "learning bad habits from that shit you're reading".

Because I couldn't read at home, I spent all my free time at school in the library, reading with my friends.

When I grew up and moved away, I realized that my family life was toxic and abusive, and the "attitudes" I was being punished for were standing up for myself, standing up for my younger siblings, and resisting actual, real-life psychological abuse. Because I'd learned from what I'd read that my family wasn't normal, not like my parents said it was, and in my stories, the heroes were the people who spoke out when it was hard to.

It is insane to me that there are students right now who can't access books. It is insane that books are being outlawed. It is perverse that we are stealing away an entire generation's ability to contextualize their lives, to learn about the world around them, to develop critical thinking skills and express themselves and feel connected to the world or escape from it, whatever and whenever and however they need.

That is not how you raise a compassionate, thoughtful, powerful society.

That's how you process cattle.

It's fucking disgusting.

[howlsnteeth]

24/05/2020

[auschizm]

Far too much talk about how "dangerous" psychotic/schizophrenic people are. Far too little talk about how easy it can be for an abuser to take advantage of a person who is already labeled as "crazy". We're usually among the victims - not the perpetrators.

[anendtopursuit]

not to gush too much abt neil newbon's performance as astarion (and stephen rooney's writing for him) but like. he's discussed on streams before how conscious the decision to make him feel like he's constantly performing is (regardless of outcome; theatrical spawn astarion & operatic ascended astarion), and how stephen rooney leaned more into the whimsy and fun of the character based on things he saw in his portrayal (hence astarion progressively getting funnier and more charismatic through game development). but the thing that drives me absolutely mad tbh is the moments where all of it drops and he's suddenly so sincere, because it hits you like a truck to the face.

his voice going all soft and quiet and brittle when he describes cazador instructing his spawn to torture themselves. his mannerisms shifting from seductive and playful to a little more nervous. but the one that always gets me is in the graveyard romance scene, talking about what cazador has taken from him, how it was taken by force; "but he did take it," in this voice that's so full of sorrow that it almost sounds hollow, muffled by none of his usual pomp and theatricality, when even in cazador's palace his admissions of upset were sandwiched between attempts to brush it all off. dear god.

[uncanny-tranny]

Honestly, there is a certain type of fetishizing of violence that occurs when you are the victim of abuse - wherein people talk directly to you about how much they fantasize about your abuser/s dying and being killed - "all abusers must be killed!" they say.

As a victim of prolonged abuse, I never felt cared for when people indulged that information to me. It often feels like my abuse is being exploited for others to enact their own violent fantasies and secret desires - my abuse means nothing to them in the same way that I didn't matter to my abusers. It's not support - it's just another cycle of violence.

I'm begging people to care more about victims and survivors than they do about retribution of abusers. Nowhere along the way should your focus on the abuser outweigh the people affected by their abuse. If you truly want to support abuse victims and survivors, start with us

[genderkoolaid]

it really is crazy how women abusing men is still regularly (if "jokingly") viewed as a positive thing. like literally today i was talking to someone about having watched both misery & sunset boulevard in a film class & both of those being about men being abused by women & the person's response was smth like. haha yeah that's so empowering. like obviously these are fictional characters but y'all realize that treating individual human men like poppets to punish Mankind for it's Sins is fucked up and evil yeah. also this directly translates into how trans men are treated as free punching bags for people to take out their anger at more powerful cis men. idk call me crazy but i feel like if you can't hear about men being abused by women without making a "joke" about it maybe you just have a deep problem you need to work on

[snow-lavender]

my mind keeps circling back to "my silence was his peace" because that only proves truer by the hour. i am overflowing with respect for shubble; the amount of bravery and vulnerability it must take to put yourself in a position to be a catalyst like that is staggering. wishing her nothing but peace and happiness from here on out.

[cherryflavoredbutch]

instagram post: *video of a woman gently encouraging a hesitant child to go down a slide*

the first comment: this woman is violently pressuring her child to do something that they are clearly terrified to do, children should NEVER have to do anything they don't want to do, this kid is being abused and will grow up to hate their mother i hope someone calls cps on her

the second comment: kids are so thin skinned these days if it were my kid i would push it down the slide and laugh at it if it cried. this is the only way we will win the culture war

the third comment: she should have used a condom. this would make a great condom ad. no one cares that someone came in you. kids are not human. i hate kids so much.

the fourth comment: DM ME """HELP""" 🤝💪😤 I AM PAYING OFF DEBT OF FIRST 5 🎉 TO DM 💯💯💵💵 DON'T MISS THIS OPPORTUNITY 😍

[cuntylouis]

So? Who broke the ice? What were the first words of the ancient vampire to the future love of his life?

for @cypresssunns

[lucabyte]

sometimes everything just sucks real real real bad

[howlingtothevoid]

I didn't realize your reasons and I didn't know your plans, until I became the same age you were back then and it horrifies me. I wish you had done more so I could prove the world I am right, and I wish you had done nothing to me at all. Isn't it weird how it works?

[doe-prince]

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