#Self defense is not violence. It's not.

[alittlebitofrainbyyourside]

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[palmettoshenanigans]

You know that post on here detailing exactly how horse people become horse people through a process of extremely intentional and carefully cultivated empathic and compassionate understanding and constant self-regulation in order to keep a horse calm enough to trust you and let you ride it that ultimately results in a bond forged between man and horse so profound that of course you become a horse girl, you had no fucking chance of not?

Andrew would absolutely be amazing with horses. No I will not elaborate, if you've read AFTG then I don't need to. Give that man a ranch and some 'troubled cases' and watch that man master the equestrian art. But also,

Neil is so The Horse coded. I will continue to not elaborate, y'all know what I'm getting at.

[admrlthundrbolt]

Run Run Run (Eddie x Chubby Reader x Venom)

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You were someone he could always depend on. The kind neighbor that kept him in mind. So when Venom comes into the picture, it's hard for him to not obsess over you. This perfectly plump morsel waiting to be devoured. He need only to convince Eddie that you belonged with them.

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Hey guys, I'm back at it again. In all honesty Venom and Eddie have to be one of my favorite duos. So with the new movie coming out soon. We'll I just couldn't resist writing something for them. Hope you enjoy.

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You sighed as the mail locker stayed jammed shut. No matter how much you yanked or jiggled. It never seems to budge. Hotel Schueller had never been the nicest apartment building. But it was a short walk from your job and had some great people around it.

The front door squeaking open caused your head to shoot in it's direction. Speaking of, your favorite upstairs neighbor just walked in. “Hey Eddie, do you think you could give me a hand?” You were hopeful as you called out to him.

Without sparing you a glance he darted to the stairs. “Can't right now. I think I made a break through with this newest story.”

Your face dropped as he brushed you off. “Oh, OK then.” Trying not to let it get to you, your shoulders sagged. Turning back to the locker, you were surprised to see it open.

Picking up his pace at your downtrodden answer, he frowned. So focused on his annoyance with the situation. He didn't notice a black tendril merging back, coming from the lobby.

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Venom was seething. Not only had he been plucked from his home planet. But his host was forcing him from one of the most perfect beings. And for what! He didn't trust the symbiote to keep you safe. That was the only thing he wanted. Your safety was at the top of his priority list. Next to finding out if your soft flesh felt as luscious as it look. Oh to feel his tendrils caress your thick thighs. Spend enough time wrapped around you to know your smell…your taste. His body trembled at the mere thought.

Until he remembered that Eddie would never allow such things. He knew how the man treasured you. How he didn't even realize that the two of their thoughts aligned. The night he had merged with the man, you had been on his mind. The alien had then brushed the thoughts away. A being if Earth was no concern of his. Then you showed up at his door, worried beyond belief. It was endearing to him. To have such a caring person seek him out. He and his host shared the same thoughts in that moment. You were a Saint and they were the Sinner unworthy of you.

Still it didn't stop him from pouting. “Why can we not meet them Eddie?” He could feel an annoyance fill his host. But he pressed, he could not ignore him forever. “We wish to bask in their company. To hear her sweet tones. Feel the warmth of their plush skin.” The heat that began to spread across the man's body was delightful. It wouldn't be long before he could convince him to bring you closer.

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You had been on his mind constantly lately. Between trying to avoid your presence and Venom's pestering. There didn't seem to be a moment that you weren't running through his head.

Even now, as he tried to drift to sleep. His thoughts were plagued by you. Your caring nature and sweet laughter. The way your eyes crinkle when you smile. The suppleness of your hand when it happened to brush against his. The warmth of your presence was enough to blind him.

But you were to good for them. You had a normal life that didn't need them to ruin it. If you had only met sooner in life things may have turned out differently. Rolling over, he felt sleep began to wrap around him. The image of you wandering in his subconscious, lulling him.

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Another day and another argument. “You can't eat every inconvenience we have.” He shook his head as he slammed the apartment door shut. Throwing his things towards the couch, he glared as they fell to the floor instead.

“What is the point of protecting the city if we do not also benefit.” His floating head frowned at the man. It wasn't enough that he was confined to this body. But the moral code of his host was stifling.

“They are a civil servant. Their job is to enforce the rules and keep people safe. A ticket sucks, but it happens.” As much as he likes to take the high road. There was a part of him that agreed with the parasite. He had gotten back to his motorcycle before the guy had finished the ticket. Didn't stop him from finishing and slapping in on the seat. Still being a douche wasn't a crime. A fact that really made Venom rage.

His eyes narrowed at Eddie, then a vicious grin curled on his lips. “If we cannot eat them, then let's go get some chocolate.” He knew changing the subject from violence usually got him his way. The thought of heading to Mrs. Chen's, while it also happened to be time for you to get off work. Well, let's just call it a happy coincidence. Until he let his thoughts get a bit to loud in his excitement. Allowing his host to hear his line of thought.

His head shook in resolution. “No way. You are not getting a chance to get them involved.” He moved towards the bathroom, but was stopped. His feet had become enclased in black tendrils. His body marched to the front door. Reaching for the fridge, he barely caught the handle. Though this didn't stop the alien. Instead the appliance toppled over with a crash. They argued a bit longer, each fighting for control. Until a frantic pounding came from the door.

Morphing back into his host, Venom growled. This wouldn't be the end of the conversation. Though his annoyance shifted into elation as you called out.

“Eddie! Are you ok?” You sounded out of breath. It was a safe guess that you rushed up stairs. It warmed both of them to think that the noise from their argument made you check on them. But that didn't stop the grimace from settling on the man's face. He debated whether or not to open the door.

“Please Eddie. I just need to know you're not hurt.” You were desperate. The image of his sickly face not to long ago flashing in your mind. Your upstairs neighbor that always had you back. He looked as if he was on death's door that night. He may have pulled away from you lately. But that was no reason to not worry about a friend.

He crack the door open, his heart thruming chaoticly. Though for all of his anxiety, the sight of your soft face calmed him. Pulling the door wider, he gave you a sad look. He wanted to tell you everything. Knowing you would embrace him, with your soft warmth. Reassure him that everything was fine. You would help him and be there. Instead he stared at you and forced a small smile onto his lips. “I'm OK. Just some problems with the fridge.” He steps back and you blink at the overturned appliance.

Your shoulders sagged, the tension finally releasing. Clutching the flashlight tighter in your hands you sighed. “What about the voices?” You hated to pry, but his safety was more important than etiquette.

He glanced at the flash light in your hands. It was odd that you had it. Shaking the thought away he pointed to the TV. “I must have had it up to loud. Sorry about that.” A second to late Venom pointed out his mistake. ‘It is off Eddie.’ His face pinched at the obvious lie.

You looked him over and didn't see any signs of distress. So with a nod and a relieved smile you went on your way. Not wanting to be a bother.

The pair looked after you longingly. Each wishing they could truly tell you.

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Venom stared longingly out of the window. He kept glancing down, hoping you might step out on the fire escape. It was a rare occurrence, but he cherished any time he could spend with you. Even if you weren't aware of it.

He still hadn't convinced Eddie to pursue you. The idiot didn't understand! If there was danger then they could save you. The safest place you could be was in their arms. He would wrap himself around your plush warmth. Sink his tendrils into your lusciously pliable skin. The three of you could enjoy so many wonderfully lazy days together. A pur flowed up his throat at the thought.

This sound caught Eddie's attention. It was an odd noise to come from the symbiote. Glancing at his watch, he decided it was time for a break. Pushing away from the desk, he made his way over to the floating head. “Watcha see Ven?”

The alien sighed wistfully. “I am thinking about (Y/N).” He glanced at his host from the corner of his vision.

The man's expression dropped a bit. For as much as he protested, he actually agreed with the parasite. You were amazing and he would love to be with you. But the thought of them causing you pain. It was to much to bear. “I know buddy. We need to think about them though.”

Before he could reluctantly agree, they were pulled from their conversation by yelling. There was a man threatening a woman outside the window. “Look lady, you better hand everything over!” He was waving around a knife as he frantically demanded her stuff.

The alien perked up, nothing would brighten his mood more than criminal brains. “Eddie we must go help. That lady is in danger.”

He was reluctant to jump into action. But the weapon was making it hard to stay in place. Then it became impossible to not intervene. When your voice answered the mugger. “OK, just let me get out my flashlight. I can't find my wallet without it.”

They shifted as the violent man told you to hurry up. Not bothering to open the window they explode onto the fire escape. This distracts the robber, but not you. They see you pull out the same flashlight as the other day. Their confusion soon turns to surprise as you jab it into the man's stomach. He doubles over in pain and groans. You don't give him a moment to catch his breath as you bring your knee to his nose. A sickening cruch echoes through the alley. The man's body drops unceremoniously with a hard thud. With him taken care of, you turn towards the heavy breathing behind you.

They stared at you in awe. Their sweet, soft little neighbor had just downed a threatening man with a weapon. Venom's mouth parted in a wide taunting grin. “And you thought she was helpless.” He would have continued his gloating. If not for the fact that you had turned the taser towards them.

“If you take a step closer I won't hesitate to use this on you.” The man on the ground shifted a bit, but made no other move. You glance at him, though you never fully turned from the being in front of you. “What, are you guys some sort of team. One of you makes threats while the other gets behind the victim?” Your grip tightened on your weapon, sending another short shot of sparks out.

He stepped forward shaking his head. Then stopped as you held down the button. The taser may be small, but it sent a barrage of electricity out. “No, you have it all wrong.” With great reluctants, he shifts back down into his small counterpart.

A beat of silence goes by, then another, your eyes widening all the time. Then your hands come up and tangle in your hair. “This explains so much.” It was said so softly that he almost didn't catch it.

Taking a tentative step forward, his brows pinched in confusion. “It does?”

Your eyes shot in his direction. “Of course it does. I thought I may have been putting you under pressure. But the sudden change in attitude and schedule. It was a clear lifestyle change. Although.” You gave him and the being hovering near his shoulder a once over. “I wouldn't have guessed exactly this.”

The symbiote wasn't sure his smile could get any bigger. “We are happy to see that you are not angry with us Morsel. It was Eddie's stupid idea to avoid you.” He glared at the man accusingly.

He pointed his finger into the parasite's face. “It's not that simple and you know it.” He turned to you with tired eyes. “I didn't want you getting involved in this mess. You shouldn't have to worry about taking care of us.”

You shook your head with a hard look on your face. “Shouldn't I get a say in this. I've always considered you a close friend. And when you pulled away, I worried. Were you going through something or had I done something. Then the other day, there was obviously something going on. But you didn't trust me enough to tell me. It took someone attacking me to bring out the truth.” With a sigh you looked between the pair and moved a few steps forward. Your expression had softened by the time you stopped in front of them. “I understand that you wanted to protect me though. To be honest, I would have probably done the same if I were in your shoes.”

Wrapping your plush arm around his and gave it a squeeze. You were a bit shocked at the black tendrils that laced around your fingers. It was an odd sensation, but not an unpleasant one. “Why don't we head to my place for some tea and talk about this?”

The duo nodded quickly. As they latched onto you, not willing to leave your side. They couldn't help to reflect on how they should have confided in you sooner. But they wouldn't make the same mistake in letting you not be a permanent facete in their lives. One they were willing to do anything for.

[defensive-tactics]

Give yourself permission to do whatever it takes to stop a violent attack. Be determined.

[butch-reidentified]

Can you talk more about your successful self-defense stories? I have this bleak idea that female self-defense attempts almost never work out, partly due to the fact that in every. single. video or demonstration on female self-defense, all the moids in the comments are talking about how they could still overpower her if they wanted.

those men are liars!!!! they also all commented on videos like that woman who competed and won against a T-SHIRT CANNON in a throwing contest, claiming any 12 yr old boy could do better. they lie to keep us afraid, but more importantly, they lie because THEY'RE AFRAID OF US! afraid we'll learn to fight back and cripple their ability to victimize us. afraid they'll be the attacker who picks the wrong girl/woman and gets his neck snapped or catches a bullet.

self-defense works, especially since most attackers aren't trained or anything and rely on pure strength. but owning and knowing how to use firearms? or even a taser? the strongest rapist on earth isn't bulletproof yk.

self-defense works, and has the added benefit of making men - particularly predators - experience a tiny fraction of the fear they force women to feel. good. make them afraid. if every or even a high percentage of women & girls were trained and/or armed, men would be forced to think twice before attacking. because men would be injured, maimed, or even killed left and right by women/girls they are trying to victimize. then not only are they hurt (or dead), but even worse (to them), they got beat up by a girl!

caveat: women & girls under patriarchy are very likely to face jail or even prison time for acting in their own defense. I believe this is an intentional attempt to dissuade us from doing so. don't let it stop you - instead, we MUST fight not only our attackers, but their robed enablers, their biased peers on the jury, the congressmen who see themselves in the defendant, and so forth. bring it all down.

[unfortunatelyshortpeasent]

Done For, but I'm tired and thought this was funny

Odysseus: I don't mean to tip your scale but you will fail at placing any spells on me

I just ate a flower one that claims your power so you better cower now and flee

Circe: Oh well in that case I'll do plan B.

Odysseus: Plan B?

A nymph who was standing behind Odysseus knocks him out with a baseball bat and Circe slits his throat

The end

[justinspoliticalcorner]

Nick Visser at HuffPost:

Vice President Kamala Harris defended her gun ownership and said she would use a firearm to protect her home in a conversation with Oprah Winfrey on Thursday night. Harris, the Democratic presidential nominee, appeared at an event called Unite for America in Michigan, where she spoke with Winfrey about a slate of policy issues, including immigration, access to reproductive health care and her support for commonsense gun reform. During a candid moment, Winfrey asked Harris about her remarks during the debate last week against Donald Trump when she confirmed she is a gun owner. “I’m a gun owner; Tim Walz is a gun owner,” Harris said. “I did not know that,” Winfrey replied.

“If somebody breaks into my house, they’re getting shot,” Harris added. “Probably should not have said that. But my staff will deal with that later.” Her remarks came after a segment featuring families affected by gun violence and school shootings. The vice president said she could be both a gun owner who supports the Second Amendment as well as a politician calling for gun law reforms. “Look, I think for far too long on the issue of gun violence, some people have been pushing a really false choice to suggest you’re either in favor of the Second Amendment or you want to take everyone’s guns away,” Harris said. “I’m in favor of the Second Amendment, and I’m in favor of assault weapons bans, universal background checks, red flag laws. And these are just common sense.”

Speaking to Oprah Winfrey at the Unite For America event hosted by her last night, Democratic Presidential nominee Kamala Harris said a statement that you almost never hear out of a Democratic politician’s mouth: “If somebody breaks into my house, they’re getting shot.”

[hiba91]

Today, the Israeli occupation forces attacked worshipers and forcibly prevented them from performing Friday prayers in Al-Aqsa Mosque. Worshipers continue to be prevented from entering Al-Aqsa for the sixth week in a row.

I'm just wondering, what the occupation army is doing "self-defense" or "terrorism"?

[sincetheducksleft]

I've always thought The Sopranos had the most perfect theme song, and now I'm finding out it was written about a woman in an abusive relationship finally snapping and shooting her abuser?!

[lemme-just-oops]

I had a vision of chasing Sirius with a baseball bat

[gingerswagfreckles]

Lotta people on this website get a big kick out of yelling "PUNCH NAZIS!!1!!" and it's like. Babe. You are the Nazi.

Like if you see the brutal murders of literal children as "sad" but justified because civilian Jews are "invaders" who "don't belong"....I have some news for you about what you would have been doing in 1940s Germany.

[mollysunder]

What about Silco as Medea? The two are so alike in the way that their actions are essentially held by a different standard because they act as agents of fate. Where Medea is bound to Jason to fulfill the gods' task for him, so does Silco exist to aid Vander to create the nation of Zaun.

On the surface their both easily read as violent and spiteful figures whose actions draw disgust and condemnation, and yet they escape true punishment. That is because the actions of Medea and Silco are above divine reproach. It is their respective partners that walked back on their divine tasks, where Vander abandoned Zaun's independence just as Jason a champion of Hera abandoned his blessed union with Medea.

After both Silco and Medea had their revenge on the men they that loved and helped achieved great heights, they didn't have easy lives but they still found success and even peace in the end. They were both devoted to their divine responsibility and were rewarded in turn. Medea married another king and was rewarded with a place in Elysium. Meanwhile Silco built an empire, got to avoid experiencing the true bloodshed his choice to protect Jinx (the spirit of Zaun), and was able to die with the knowledge that he wasn't betrayed by the last person he ever loved.

[defensive-tactics]

In life, be kind (but not too kind). In self defense, be brutal. Meet violence with violence.

[professor-rye]

Self-Defense Study Guide for Trans Women and Gender Non-Conforming/Nonbinary AMAB folks

by the Traction Project, published by Silver Sprocket

[that-one-dude]

If Space-Orc's ship got invaded

Alien, barricading the kitchen door: Luckily, we have managed to barricade ourselves from the pirates but we need something to defend ourselves.

Human: That sounds pretty easy.

Alien: Easier said than done, most appliances are for freezing and heating food. Perhaps the forks we have on the ship but nothing of large scale- what are you doing?

Human, now dismantling devices: I heard freeze ray and heat ray right? Seems like proper-

Alien: Pardon?

Human: Well one to solidify an enemy and smash into pieces and one to liquefy them, I mean sure I'd have to turn the dials real high but it'd get the job done.

Alien: I am both glad and terrified that you're on this ship.

[kafus]

for a few years in middle/high school i went to a "special ed" school that was part mental hospital and part school. in the 8th grade, i got attached to one of my classmates because she was the only other person there who knew what vocaloid was, and we were both into it. at the time, kaai yuki was mostly known through the western fanbase because of songs like Crusher's Calalini, and despite the controversy surrounding jani schofield and everything that was unearthed, and despite the song being kind of insensitive, Calalini was my friend's favorite vocaloid song because she was schizophrenic and she genuinely felt like the song understood her experiences. i associated her with yuki and with that song as a result. yuki, in my mind, has always looked like a sick and tired little girl with messy black hair because of this early association, instead of anything even remotely resembling her canon design lol (you can imagine i was pleased when inabakumori started taking off and not only does he use kaai yuki, his mascot character looks similar to my headcanons for what yuki looks like)

the school we went to was abusive, very shitty environment, i feel like i escaped from there by the skin of my teeth - my friend was not so lucky, the abuse really aggravated her schizophrenia symptoms. at some point she brought a knife to school and tried to attack one of the abusive "therapists" there, and she was taken away in an ambulance to a mental ward and i never saw her again. i was forbidden from asking for her personal information to try to reach out and i've never found her online anywhere. whenever i listen to songs using yuki i passively think about her, i really hope she's doing better now and is with safer people. i'm convinced she doesn't have a violent bone in her body, she was just an abused kid trying to defend herself

calalini is a really important song to me despite all of its flaws because of this personal story, and i really value the remake of it that changes the lyrics slightly. kaai yuki will always look like that disheveled girl with black hair to me