#AND then he just fking mURDERS ME in my sleep

[therealvinelle]

I'm finally reading Midnight Sun, and it's kind of insane how...Edward Edward blatantly is in this book. Like, somewhere on your blog you compare it to American Psycho, and I totally get what you mean. It's so fking long compared to Bella's POV, and if Edward wasn't whining and moaning about how terrible and damned he is the entire time, it would be 100 pages. (Oh, and this is while he continues to do the terrible and immoral things that he feels so bad about--like he's self aware, to a point, but it's all just for show, and he's not going to stop planning Mike's murder or sneaking into Bella's room and watching her sleep all night.)

Oh my God, and the other thing is that every SINGLE page, he takes some time to talk about how good Bella smells and how nice her skin is, and he's always sticking his face in her neck and inhaling like he's high. He doesn't say, "I find you & your [specific trait] so attractive", no, it's basically all about her flesh, her warmth, her 'delicateness' and fragility (e.g. humanity, e.g. the fact that he could kill her if he wanted to), and the CONSTANT SNIFFING is so uncomfy. Like, it's so blatant that his favorite thing about her is her ODOR, and everything else takes a backseat.

I remember the obligatory period of time (ages ago) I went through hating on Twilight for how much of a creep Edward is, but now I finally understand--I've seen the light!!!! The books are good, precisely because of how much of a creep Edward is, and because it's just so obvious and horrifying and entertaining, and the entire thing is such a shitshow. Midnight Sun is so much worse in that regard than Twilight, because he's basically ranting and deranged the entire time and we don't have any breaks.

I just wanna thank you for your metas, because I enjoy them so much, and now that I'm finally reading one of the books after having been indoctrinated over, I'm noticing all these crazy moments. Like, there was one scene where Bella forgives Edward for (I think this was what it was about) watching her sleep for months, and then right after, Edward compares the moment and the relief he felt then to when he came back from his "bender" and Carlisle forgave him, and I thought that was really telling that he was comparing those two situations and people...

Also, it's insane how melodramatic he is. Like every 10 pages, he'll say something that'll remind me of one of your or Muffin's metas, and it's giving me life.

Anyway, love your takes and fics!!!! <3

I'm so happy to hear this, and it's very validating (as three years on, it's easy to forget just how... Edward... Edward is). You're making me want to read the book again.

Thank you so much for the lovely words!

Look, @theoriginalcarnivorousmuffin, a lovely anon!

[joestvr]

༺✮ atashi no kimyona jinsei // あたしの奇妙な人生 ✮༻

༺✮ summary: five years after the fall of diavolo, you, y/n romano, who was sent away to japan at 11 to further your studies—find the courage to come back to naples after living out your schoolgirl & gaijin university student facade in morio-chou to see how your clan’s worsened—as well as become the “donna” of your father’s gang, il terrore, while your older brother is the real leader behind the scenes, just using you as a front. with plans to murder your clan, you seek the particularly handsome young don of passione for friendship. with your tyrant father’s intervention, your friendship with the don turns to something you never saw coming.

★ 1 // il terrore ★ 2 // bella

You awoke that morning to something warm and large beside you. When you opened your eyes, you realized it was Vince sleeping soundly with you. You hit him.

"Vince!" You yelled. He flinched.

"Ugh, Y/n..."

"Get the hell out of my bed!" You took your pillow and started hitting him with it.

"Jesus, okay, I'm leaving..."

"How perverted are you?! Idiota!"

"Sorry!"

You sighed loudly and rubbed your face, getting up to take a shower.

You got out, fixed your hair, did your makeup, and put your outfit on.

You pulled on your black, leather Prada calf boots with a 3 inch platform heel. "Alexander!" You yelled.

"Alexander!"

No response. "Alexander!"

You screamed with annoyance. "Ughhh!"

You stormed out your room and into Alexander and Alima's. You could tell they were naked. "Ew!"

"Y/n!" Alexander woke up and shouted.

"Get up!" You said even louder.

"Shut the fuck up! Get out!" He pointed to the door.

★★★★★★★★★

Trish was sitting at the dining table with the gang eating breakfast when she heard her phone buzz, and she had gotten a text.

g morning, cant wait 2 c u. lets go out. xo y/n &lt;3

She smiled to herself reading the text, typing her response.

morning babe, eating brkfast w the guys... will be hella hard to escape them agh! meet u in 25 @ plaza? xo trish.

She waited for your reply and her cell phone buzzed again.

omg v is such a piece of shit guess where i found him

She chuckled a little to herself.

in ur bed again? lmao he alwys wants 2 sleep w u

shut up! its not even funny anymre hes totally a douche. fking bozo i swr

She laughed a little more.

stfu hes ur bsf. cut him sum slack babe

ok i gtg... alx is yelling at me. c u in a bit x

x luv u bye

Her smile faded when she realized everyone had stopped eating from their plates and were looking at her dead in the eye.

"What?"

"Who were you texting?" asked Mista.

"Why do you care? Pipe down." She scoffed and rolled her eyes.

She rook her last sip of her coffee and stood up.

"Trish, where are you going?" asked Bucciarati.

"I'm going out."

"To see who?" questioned Fugo.

"My friend! What is wrong with all of you?"

"We just want to keep you safe, Trish, calm down." said Giorno.

"Too many scumbags walking the streets. You never know what could happen." mumbled Abbachio.

"Trish is not sneaking around with some guy, everyone. Please." Spice Girl suddenly appeared beside her, reassuring the group.

"Bucciarati, can I have some money?" Trish asked nicely, looking at him, puppy eyed.

"For what?" said Abbachio bitterly.

"I'm going shopping."

"Sure, Trish," he pulled out his wallet and gave her fifteen 10,000 lira bills, "spend it wisely. Have fun, be safe."

She snatched the money with a smirk. "I'll be back later." She kissed his cheek.

"Don't forget you need to be here to come with Giorno to see that guy with Il Terrore at 4!" said Fugo as she picked up her bag and walked out.

She arrived and stood in front of the Prada store, waiting for you.

When she spotted you, her face lit up with delight and she ran to you, jumping into your arms. "Y/n!"

You hugged her tightly and spun her around. "Trish!"

"I missed you so, so much, Y/n. You have know idea how things are without you. I'm so happy." She kissed your cheeks and you did the same.

"Your hair is so pink, and longer!" You ran your fingers through her hair, amazed.

"You haven't changed one bit. You look super sexy though." She grinned.

"Please, look at that body of yours! Too gorgeous."

She linked her arm into yours and walked into the Prada store.

"I saw this bag in a- a maga— a magajin- sorry, magazine."

"Your Japanese accent is insane now, Y/n. The Don will be amazed. Did you know he's half Japanese?" She said.

"No, he's not. I heard he has golden, flaming hair like the morning sun, and bright green eyes."

"That's true. He's really tall too, he grew so much since the first time I met him."

"How tall?" You were eager to know; you love taller guys.

"He was 170cm 5 years ago, now he's 195cm. Bulked up a lot since then."

"You're kidding! That's so hot!" You became happy.

"Ha. He's so handsome, every girl from every family wants to marry him."

"You don't like him?" You turned to her.

"Not at all, to be honest. He's like my brother."

"You're living with all those hot men and not interested in any of them? Huh." You raised an eyebrow.

She blushed and looked away, "Narancia, on the other hand..."

You gasped, "You have a crush!"

"He's so cute... like really cute."

"Zaaaaamn, I see you." You smirked.

"I guess. I want to buy this for Bucciarati, look." She picked up a black leather belt with the Prada Milano logo engraved on the buckle.

"Get it."

"Okay," she waved over an associate, "wrap these up for us, and send them to the front."

The person nodded and took the items you and Trish wanted to purchase to the register. You walked with her there and pulled out your money, but she did as well.

"Trish, please let me pay."

"No, Y/n, please let me pay."

"Trish."

"Y/n."

"Trish, let me pay."

"Y/n, I'm paying. End of story."

You rolled your eyes and put your money away, "Fine. You win."

She got the bags and handed one to you, smiling.

"Thank you, Trish."

"No problem, Y/n." She wrapped her arm around you as you walked together.

"Hey, why don't you give Vince a chance? I know how much he loves you."

"Ugh, as if!" You said, "I really tried, you know. His pride won't allow him to actually be committed to a relationship with someone like me. I love him a lot but I don't want anything long term."

"But if he wasn't the way that he was and he really wanted to haved something with you..." She raised her eyebrows.

"No, I wouldn't."

She furrowed her eyebrows. "Damn, okay then."

"But the thing is, I have to be married with a kid before 25," You frowned, "Guys don't like me."

"Girl, I can see at least 15 men looking at you as we pass by. Look, that guy riding a bike just crashed into a trash can, he's looking right at you." She laughed.

You looked over and saw a man laying in a pile of trash cans staring at you with bliss on his face.

"Yeah, but who's going to truly love and embrace me? With the way my mom was treated by my dad and how I was raised... I've lost all hope."

"I think you'll like the Don, Y/n. I think you'll really like him." She squeezed your arm and smiled at you.

"Sure I will..."

Trish looked down at her watch. "Look, it's already 3. I need to head back before everyone gets suspicious..."

You kissed her cheek again and nodded.

"See you later, Donna." She teased, waving then walking off.

★★★★★★★★★

You were sitting at your vanity, putting on lipstick when your stand, Cheri Lady decided to appear.

"Are you seducing him or making a deal with him? Yare yare... Such a temptress." She mocked you, crossing her arms and leaning against the wall.

You had gained Cheri Lady as a result of your mother's death 8 years ago, your father had stabbed you with a Stand Arrow in a sorrowful rage.

Cheri Lady can steal a stand and/or its ability with just one touch and can recall its power at any given time. For example, since you had once temporarily stolen a stand with a healing ability, you could recall the stand and heal yourself without a problem. But you mostly use her to induce hallucinations on enemies, which works without even having to take their ability.

Another thing your stand is capable of is extreme physical power... Think: Star Platinum meets Spice Girl.. Kind of.

As well as tremendous raw power, Cheri Lady benefits from your negative thoughts and give rude commentary about you and the way you live your life and constantly criticize you...But she only says what you think-- She's just a manifestation of your conscience.

"Damare, Cheri Lady." You touched up your eyeliner and powdered your nose a little.

"You look like a prostitute, Y/n, what the hell are you wearing?"

"Leave my sight!"

"Hmph, as you wish, Y/n-sama." She said sarcastically then disappeared into your body.

You checked the time, put on your shoes, and rushed downstairs. "Vince, Alima! Let's go!" You shouted, picking up your keys quickly.

They rushed downstairs and everyone was out the door. Vince was wearing all black suit with no tie, his chest showing through his unbuttoned collar shirt. You tried not to laugh at him.

Alima was wearing nearly the same thing as you except her shirt was red.

You could feel anxiety creeping up but took a deep breath, seeing the beautiful riverside view from outside the restaurant, and you spotted that golden blonde hair. You rushed over.

"Ciao, Don Giovanna. Romano Y/— I mean, Y/n Romano." You held out your hand, but a man with purple hair and lipstick blocked you from doing so.

Everyone gasped. You could see Trish standing beside Giorno warily.

She's... a woman?! Everyone thought in their minds.

"Abbachio, please," Giorno muttered. He scowled and moved.

You were taken aback at the Don's beauty. He was... gorgeous.

Giorno bowed slightly, taking your hand into his and kissing your knuckles, then gesturing for you to sit down. "Please, sit down, bella."

You smiled softly and sat down. "You've got quite the personal guard here, Don Giovanna."

"It's Giorno, but please, call me GioGio. Rolls off the tongue nicely, don't you think?" His charms and politeness were getting to you. You were allured.

"Alright then, GioGio..."

"Can I call you Bella?" He asked.

"Sure." You nodded.

"Get on with the deal already! I don't have all day." said Abbachio, irritated.

Giorno shot him a sharp glare.

"May I know the names of your men?"

"Trish is here too, you know." He pointed her out. "She's my best friend, like my sister."

"Hey, bitch." She scoffed fakely. Everyone gasped again.

"Hey, ugly." You grinned and she put a hand on your arm playfully.

"I'll ask later..."

"Anyway," he put his hand on the shoulder of a man with a bob cut, wearing an expensive suit, the belt Trish bought for him visible, "This is my consigliere, Bruno Bucciarati."

He looked down and kissed your hand tenderly, "Pleased to meet you, Donna."

You smiled. "How charming..."

Giorno felt a pang of jealousy in him, then spoke again, putting his arm around the one in the beanie, "My caporegime, Mi—"

"Guido Mista. Head of Execution. Didn't know there would be such a pretty face running Il Terrore. Bellissima." He pushed Giorno aside and kissed your hand. Giorno's face twitched.

Narancia pushed Mista and kissed your hand as well. "I'm—"

"Narancia Ghirga," You interrupted warmly, squeezing his hand.

"Eh? How do you know who I am?" He questioned.

You looked at Trish, then back at him and winked without a word.

Fugo quickly shoved Narancia aside, cursed at him, then bowed formally, taking your hand and kissing it. "Pannacotta Fugo. Head of intelligence. It's an honor to meet you, Donna."

"Wow! So polite~" You teased slightly, smirking. You pulled away and looked up at the purple haired man. He was just standing there, looking at you angrily.

You maintained your expression and looked up at him, holding out your hand. He crossed his arms, your charms clearly not working its magic on him.

You felt a little discouraged, retracting your hand then turning to Giorno again.

He swallowed dryly then spoke up. "S-So, may I know the names of your friends here as well?"

"Yes," you directed your hand to Vince, "Vincenzo Sayyid, my capo."

"Ciao." He said.

You then looked at Alima, "Alima Dokhtari, my sister in law. She runs the treasury and whatnot."

"Glad we can meet like this, Don Giovanna." She smiled polite.

"So, Bella, I just want to be up front... Are you sure you are willing to give me everything you've offered?" He asked tentatively.

You took a sip of wine. "Yes, would you like me to give or take a few rekuwiam— Excuse me, Requiem arowszu— Arrows? Sorry," You put your hand on your chest and cleared your throat, "Tasuketekure..." You muttered to yourself.

"Nihongo de hanishimasu ka? Sono accento..." He grinned.

Your eyes widened. "Kimi wa.. nihonjin desu..ka? Maji de?"

Bucciarati and others looked at each other with confusion at the sudden language change.

He laughed and shook his head, "Iyaa. Hafu desu. Boku no oka san wa nihonjin desu."

"Sou desu ne.. Subarashi desu. You don't look half Japanese at all." You were in awe.

"Haha, I get that a lot. Anyway, about the deal..." He went quiet as a waiter approached with the bottle of wine.

"Can I refill your glasses?" He asked. Giorno nodded and put out his glass.

"Sir, do you allow smoking out here?" You asked as he poured the wine in your glass.

"Yes, go ahead. I'll bring you an ashtray."

You took out a cigarette and stuck it in your mouth, Cheri Lady appearing for a split second to light it with a flick of her finger. You pretended to not notice.

Giorno was stunned. Bucciarati looked at the men beside him in shock.

You turned your head away and blew smoke out your mouth, mindful of Giorno.

"So, as I promised," you said, "your 10 million lira," Vince opened a briefcase and the cash was seen in there, "your stand arrows," another briefcase opened, showing the arrows.

Giorno, utterly appalled, could not find any words.

You were insanely beautiful. He was allured, enchanted. Blood rushed to his face and it reddened.

"GioGio?"

He snapped out of his daze and nodded, "Er, y-yes. Everything looks perfect, Bella."

"Are you sure you don't need anything else? I can add an extra 5 million—"

"No, I insist. You've offered more than enough. I'm grateful you are willing to give all of this to Passione." His expression lightened with gratitude.

"If that's what you wish." You said, taking a drag from your cigarette, holding it between your fingers.

He noticed your almond shaped nails were painted nearly the exact same red as the wine. Must reflect off of your personality...

"Can we please get to the topic we discussed, Giorno?" asked Fugo condescendingly.

"Uh... Yes." He said.

You looked at him with curiosity.

He cleared his throat and your eyes met. "There has been an issue in our community regarding traitors."

You abruptly coughed smoke out of your mouth. "I-I'm sorry?"

"Y/n, forgive me if I'm being insensitive, but there have been various punks caught with kilo after kilo of drugs claiming that they're from Il Terrore... and that you put them up to this."

Vince suddenly gasped loudly and yelled out, "What an outrageous claim! Y/n—“

"Vince!"

"Y/n, what is this absurdity?! No such thing is happening in—“

You breathed in shakily, trying not to lose your temper as you slammed your hand down on the table.

"Vince, if you don't get the fuck out of my face and let the Don talk, I'm going to punch you." You murmured calmly, looking away from him.

He backed away slowly and Alima scowled, grabbing his ear, pulling on it while hitting him.

You sighed, putting out your cigarette bud. You put a hand over your mouth with humiliation, then lit another cigarette.

"I'm so sorry about him, GioGio, he has no manners whatsoever," you inhaled, "But as for such claims... They are all completely false. Drug dealing of any kind has been prohibited since the founding of Il Terrore, even during my father's reign... and I'm sure you've heard of his tyranny."

Giorno was internally giggling and kicking his feet, he knew he was in love already. He was blushing and staring deep into your eyes.

"I do hope you'll believe me, Giorno."

He smiled wide and nodded, "Of course, gorgeous."

You cracked up a little as Abbachio smacked the back of his head.

"S-So, um, I was thinking..." His voice trailed, and he was turning red like a tomato.

"What the Don wants to say is we were discussing going on a mission early tomorrow morning to confront some people holding drugs in their storage spaces." Bucciarati continued, standing behind Giorno and putting his hand on his shoulder.

"Sure." You said, then stood up as he did.

"I'll see you tomorrow, GioGio." You smirked softly and leaned in to kiss his cheek.

Giorno was speechless as he watched you walk away.

[scoups4lyfe]

Ah its Friday already? Lol Im late bc I just realize you also liveblog about the mystery spin off so I read that too lol. Anywayyyy, thanks for another fun liveblog! As I said, ep 23 my beloved will defo make you excited (and moreso with ep24 around the corner 👀👀👀).

So I see that you love the Jack suit too 🥰🥰🥰 but then it make me wonder if you have, like, KR Revice tier list for suits. If its me,

1. Jack Revice

2. Base form Revice (cause Im a pink girl lol)

3. Evil (only bc the colour remind me of Hatsune Miku)

Chile anyway, I was feel pretty good about ep 23. I think this is my second fav ep of Revice (the first fav ep being ep 10 I know bc I rewatch that ep like 6 times a week). Do you have fav ep so far? And I was partially right with my prediction that Kagerou gonna beat the squid (although hes borderline losing lmao) and he protect Sakura 🥰🥰🥰🥰!!!! Now I just have to manifest harder so he might slowly work it out with Ikki too 🙏✨🙏

I cant wait for Vice possesing Ikki (cause Im just a huge ass Vice stan) and their shenanigans 😂😂😂 thank you for your hardwork and Im looking forward to your next liveblog ✨✨🥰

AHHHH KAREN-SHHI~. Karen-Anon my good friend

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I plan on live-blogging more of the spinoff today :33. (uh,,,,guess we'll see.....I like to live on the edge,,,,y'know? LMAOOOO)

yeah episode 23 was sooooooooo fking gOOOOD (yooooooo)

I laughed TOO much lmaooooo but uh yeah 👀 👀 👀....episode 24 looks spiccy and y'know its haunted me for like....a week now LOL!!

(that fking George-Oltecca picture....my sleep paralysis demon)

（；￣︶￣）....

LMAOOOO KAGEROU AND THE SQUIDDDDD

....:D.....Whenever Daiji/Kagerou wins in a fight against Oltecca I always fking LAUGH like a manIAC cause HAHhahhAHhhahHAHha absolutely crazy how many L's Oltecca will take,,,,and yet he still kEEPS COMING BACK-

ngl no idea what Kagerou just busting in to work things out with Ikki would even look like ...

and BROOO

🤝🤝🤝 Vice-stan, comrade.

[earlgrey-teacups]

So, @belphies-pillowpet, here's more of my headcannons for 2p!Obeytalia. I have to much of this I swear-

Okay so, in 2p!Obeytalia, Michael and the other Archangels fell. The reason for this is because they started to act rowdy. No one knows why, of course.

Either way, God said, "No, no," and made them fall.

The Ex-Archangels now hate God and the seven brothers.

Why the seven brothers? 

Because they took their places.

Also, Simeon and Luke definitely fell. 

After the Archangels falling, those two fell too.

Does anyone know why? No, not really. They epecially don't understand Luke's reason since he hated/hates the Archangels, and thinks they're overrated.

Now, onto Luke and Simeon's 2p! versions.

Let's start with Luke.

In the 2p!World for Obeytalia, he's actually the older one. He's taller, doesn't really care for baking, and hates the Archangels. (Mainly just Michael tho.)

This is probably because of a dark past the Luke tries to cover up

Simeon is probably the child in this world.

He's most likey hot-headed, and more possessive. He's impulsive, and will talk back to just about anyone. (Except Luke.)

Now, to the brothers.

Satan tries to act tough and s**t, but he's just a big softy. 

I mean if Satan in 1p!World is calm, cool, and collected on the outside, and he's trying to murder you on the inside, the 2p! should be the opposite.

Anyway, let's go to Asmo next.

I like to imagine that 2p!Amso is the most insecure of the brothers.

Like he actively avoids mirrors, or anything reflective for that matter.

Basically 2p!Asmo is like if 1p!Levi and 1p!Asmo switched personalities.

Speaking of Levi…

2p!Levi is obviously a Chad. But, he's also fking awful with anything to do with electronics.

You know what? I now headcannon that 2p!Levi is a goddamn himbo. 

You can fight me on this

Onto Mammoney.

So, in the 2p!World, he's the least safe of the brothers.

He can and will kill you.

Why do I feel bad writing this-

He'll steal your stuff, he'll sell your stuff.

He makes fun of all of his brothers, with the exception of Luci. (He still says things behind his big brother's back.)

Okay, it's Luci's turn.

Unapologetic sadist. Unapologetic sadist. Unapologetic sadist. Unapologetic sadist-

Might want his brothers dead, ngl-

2p!Luci has a bad temper. Like, real bad.

Second shortest temper in the family.

I'm sorry, but I can only imagine 2p!Beel as an emo kid.

Like listening to MCR while wearing eyeliner and whatever the Devildom's equivalent to Hot Topic.

"Belphie, get the f**k out of my room!"

I'm going to have too much fun with this-

Last brother. Belphie.

Sweetheart. Sweetheart. Sweetheart. Sweetheart. Sweetheart. Sweetheart-

Might kill you, but that's okay he probably won't.

You have like a 90% chance of survival around him. I think

Anyway, I like the idea you had where 2p!Dia is just a lucky idiot.

He probably just tries to act smart, let's be real here.

Or alternatively, he knows random facts, like:

"Barbatos, did you know that Anatidaephobia is the fear that somewhere in the world a duck is watching you?"

"N-no, I didn't…"

Barbatos, internally: 'What the fu-'

I'll be honest, 2p!Barbie is a bit harder.

But, I ultimately came to the conclusion that he's a straightforward guy that doesn't care anymore and just wants sleep.

I feel like their dynamic would be like Jumin Han and Jaehee Kang.

But if Junim was stupid and if Jaehee just wanted to jump out a window constantly.

I'll probably have more headcannons in the future for this 2p!World, but this is it for now.

Next Stop: Regular Obeytalia!

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August 11, 2016

“There’s more important shit in the world than slut shaming please just shut up with all your feminist bullshit you teenage girls are so retarded” “You’re all just making up excuses so you can be skanks ” “OA MO NAMAN, WALANG PANAHON ANG MUNDO SA GANYAN” Given na yun, other worse problems exist. Problems like world hunger, poverty, human trafficking, war, racism and so on but why do we acknowledge the existence of these dilemmas? Why do we make a big deal out of it? Why do we exert effort to stop these or to minimize the implications of such? BECAUSE IT CONCERNS HUMANS, IT CONCERNS US. IT CONCERNS LIVING BEINGS WHO HAVE RIGHTS THAT ARE NOT BEING GIVEN TO THEM. IT CONCERNS OUR KIND WHO ARE SUFFERING and what are victims of slutshaming but humans too? People just like you. Slutshaming basically glorifies rape culture, it gives off the impression that once someone is wearing a “skimpy” outfit, doing something that is “improper” he or she is a “slut” or “asking for it”. When you slutshame or wrongfully judge a person because of what they wear and what they do to express themselves ( with the exception, of course, of the situations in which they are violating another person’s rights or personal space), you are technically telling them that you own them, that you have the right to tell them what they should do to their bodies. YOU DO NOT FKING OWN THEM, YOU DO NOT HAVE ANY CLAIM ON THEIR BODIES. You are degrading them, you are canceling out their worth. And on top of that, you are giving those doggone rapists and other sexual predators an excuse to go on with their filthy crimes because you believe that when people act or dress this way, they are simply saying, “I AM NOW A PIECE OF MEAT I HAVE NOW MADE MY SELF INTO THE SMALLEST AND MOST PATHETIC VERSION OF ME WHICH GIVES YOU THE RIGHT TO DO WHATEVER THE HELL YOU WANT WITH MY BODY” so, if they get raped or sexually abused it’s their fault. TRUST ME WHEN I SAY THAT BEING SEXUALLY HARASSED/ABUSED IS JUST AS EXCRUCIATING AS BEING TORTURED TO DEATH, MURDERED, NOT BEING ABLE TO EAT FOR DAYS, OR LOSING A LOVE ONE. BECAUSE WHEN THEY INVADE YOUR BODY, THEY OBJECTIFY YOU AND REDUCE YOUR WORTH  TO THE SMALLEST LEVEL IT CAN BE AND THEN YOU JUST FEEL LIKE THIS SORT OF EMPTY VESSEL, SOMETHING THAT HAS LOST IT’S PURPOSE. YOU NO LONGER FEEL HUMAN BECAUSE YOU WERE DENIED THE RIGHTS THAT WERE SUPPOSED TO BE GIVEN TO A HUMAN LIKE YOU. THE WORST PART OF IT IS BECAUSE OF SLUTSHAMING YOU ARE TELLING THEM THAT THEY BROUGHT IT UPON THEMSELVES, THAT THEY DESERVE IT. NO ONE DESERVES TO BE SEXUALLY HARASSED, NO ONE. SO IF I STABBED YOU ( BECAUSE YOU WEREN’T WEARING SOMETHING TO PROTECT YOU) I COULD BLAME YOU FOR DYING BECAUSE YOU DON’T KNOW SELF-DEFENSE/YOU DIDN’T AVOID ME THUS RESULTING TO THE AFOREMENTIONED INCIDENT? Sexual abuse is not something you just get over with in a matter of days or weeks or months. The trauma is forever there, it is a ghost that haunts you even in your waking hours. At night, you cannot sleep because you feel the hands again, ravishing your body, you cannot sleep in peace because you feel those monsters again, debasing you. The trauma of sexual abuse is an evil creature that chokes you,pierces it’s sharp nails into your skin,that tells you over and over again, “ You are dirty. No matter what you do or what you say, you are still dirty. Nobody likes dirty. You are nothing and you will remain that way.” And you will never fully understand the intensity of the pain unless you have experienced it all first hand. My dear bigoted friend, that is why we must address this issue properly.