#basically i am very afraid of angry men!

[waterdeepp]

for the first time i can say i had a traumatic day at work, but i survived!! thank you to amazing staff and nurses with legit hearts of gold. having a man scream and hit walls is the most terrifying experience for women - period. and having said man stare you down like you are meat is even scarier. i never knew how easily triggered i was by these things until i experienced it myself. I was afraid. And realizing I was afraid days later is confusing. I've been thinking about this non stop and reliving each moment, each word he said, each punch thrown at the wall, each curse screamed at me. I don't take it personally, it's not that. It's violence. It's the realization I had met a highly dangerous person who could hurt me and others - someone who has hurt others in horrible ways. And knowing this, it is all the more scary to see the attacks the walls suffered. It's visceral.

I am very aware these types of things happen in healthcare and you need to be prepared. And I was - and always am. I have been verbally abused and hit by patients but this was just genuinely so so so different. The thought makes my heart leap in my throat. I have never been so fucking afraid of someone in my life - and it is my task to watch and monitor this person. Having to bite back tears when the nurses asked me if I was okay and holding up. I was and am not okay. At all.

Physical distance was the only saving grace. Standing by security, practically hiding behind them, standing close to them, mentally begging them to stay with me. if i could shrink myself and hide by their fucking feet i would have.

I feel like Im being dramatic but words can hardly express what I felt. I think it's rare people feel genuine fear but that is exactly what I felt. True, raw FEAR. I can't describe it any other way. I was so afraid.

I'm sure I'll see him again and I dread it.

[lightningbreath]

I want to make it clear from the outset that having headcanons or theories is not a problem. Getting frustrated when they don't come true is not a problem either. But it is when people treat these headcanons as if Nintendo had an obligation to fulfill them.

I find it genuinely funny how some fans got so deep into their headcanons to the point of getting angry at the existence of Yona (poor girl) and the fact that Sidon is in a straight relationship, but that doesn't surprise me coming from people who claim to fight against stereotypes but are the ones who live and propagate stereotypes the most (the amount that most of the queer people I've met have been bugging me about being bisexual and aromantic is unbelievable).

I mean, as if canon would stop fujoshis from turning all the men in a series gay, no matter their sexuality, way of behaving or if they're in a relationship or not, so I don't understand why they say that Nintendo "removed the queer coding" when this was just a hc, Nintendo never implied that Sidon was queer, if they had said something like "a Zelda character will be queer" I could even understand, but that wasn't the case.

Now, in my opinion, the way Sidon talks and treats Link reminds me a lot of how my sister acts with the BTS boys, I think Sidon has a very idealized vision of Link, he talks about Link as if he were his favorite Marvel superhero and if we take into account that Link doesn't even seem to have frequented the Zora Region much during the time between Botw and Totk and that his ring doesn't even go on his ring finger.... anyway, it was cool to see Sidon's maturity, although his behavior is adorable, he's not a baby anymore.

I admit that Yona's introduction came out of nowhere, but honestly, TOTK introduces and disappears characters out of nowhere, Kass simply disappeared from the map, NPCs forgot about Link and the whole story of Sonia and Rauru also came out of absolutely nowhere. If Yona was the only one in this situation I would give her the benefit of the doubt, but that's not the case.

Not to mention that for a game ""with a hetero code"" I wonder why Nintendo didn't confirm right away that Link and Zelda are a couple instead of just saying this, I swear, how hard is it to formalize them? People will complain about anything, but no, Nintendo is afraid of I don't know what.

I will never forgive Nintendo for taking away the possibility of Zelda being a companion in the adventure or at least having a more constant presence. Thanks to that, I am living off of fanfics and fanarts.

P. S.: I wonder, if we ever get a remake of OoT, if Nintendo gives Malon a husband or canonizes OoT Zelink, how the fandom will react to that?

P. S. S.: Also, since people still complain to this day that TotK didn't turn Ganondorf into a "uwu boy who's just a poor victim of circumstances", a theory fueled by the appearance that the 10,000-year-old Hero had on the tapestry is because Ganondorf is a sexy man.

Although, on this last point I have to be honest, I was disappointed with the fact that Nintendo basically threw away the cinematics from the first TotK trailer and basically ignored the Sheikah technology, everything that Botw had hinted about the Zonai and the whole story of the Calamity from 10,000 years before Botw.

Anyway, it's just a question of how this fandom takes headcanons as if they were an absolute truth, and this ends up causing unnecessary fights because no one wants to admit that their hc may be unlikely to happen.

But that's just my opinion. Thank you for reading.

[apollo-likes-writing]

Febuwhump day five: Rope burns

Characters: Johnny "Soap" MacTavish.

Fandom: Call of Duty

Summary: After a rough week at the hands of the destructive Makarov, Soap has some wounds to show for it.

Word count: 686.

Tags: Whump, injury, burns, mentions of torture, mentions of kidnapping.

Authors note: This is a little shorter than my other ones but I like it regardless. I am VERY tired right now so this will be posted to my ao3 and connected to the rest of the prompts tomorrow morning. This is unedited so expect mistakes.

@febuwhump

That was not how Soap was expecting his week to go. 

This was not how Soap was expecting his week to end. 

He’s finally been rescued. After what felt like months (but was actually only six days), the 141 got a hit on his location and retrieved him easily. The SAS do specialise in hostage situations, after all. 

It’s a bit embarrassing to admit that Soap was pretty useless during his rescue. There’s no shame in it – the rest of the team have made that obvious ever since Johnny returned – but he cannot help but feel the pool of shame sloshing around his gut at how he practically let himself get taken. The others deny it, but the fact remains that he basically strolled into Makarov’s ambush screaming his presence at the top of his lungs with a giant neon sign pointed at his head that read, “Johnny MacTavish woz ‘ere.” 

He was tied up when they found him, covered in bruises and crying from the strain of it all. There is no shame in that either. When they undid the ropes that bound him, Johnny could not stop shaking. He’s shaken up even after all this happened, but since he’s come back, he has not spared his injured wrists and ankles a single look. He’s too afraid of what lies under his sleeves for him to dare. 

Until now. 

He’s in the shared bathroom in the men’s accommodation at base. It’s large, with about thirty cubicles lining one wall side-by-side and thirty sinks with mirrors on the other. Soap now stands in front of one of these mirrors after finishing his nightly routine before he goes to sleep on the piss-resistant green sponges the military call beds. His arms are still in intense pain, every movement of his body causing searing pain to shoot up his spine. He plucks up the courage to roll back his sleeves. His injuries look just as bad as they feel. 

Two rings of raw red skin wrap around his wrists like limpets. The aggravated skin is blistered and shiny and boiling to the touch. Soap can’t help but hiss in pain with the action. It’s been two days. He needs to clean it, or the burn will get infected, which opens an entirely different can of beans for him to sort out. He glances at the taps that sit on the white ceramic of the sink and the pink bottle of mango zest and passion fruit soap that was placed previously by its previous owner and forgotten about (Cleaning products don’t exist here. If you want soap – the item, not the person – you better get it yourself). No, he thinks. No soap. He chuckles to himself at the irony and reaches for the cold-water tap, turning it on. Icy water shoots out the metal, and Soap can’t help but dread the idea of putting his arm under there. He braces his arm against the side of the basin and bites his lip in preparation before he thrusts his arm under the freezing stream of water. 

When he does, he can almost hear his skin sizzling in the water. A searing agony dances up his nerves and Soap lets out a pathetic, pained noise that escapes his throat. Almost as soon as he puts his arm in the sink, he yanks it back out again, hissing in pain at it like an angry cat. 

Still, he must continue. He can’t simply not clean his wounds. An infected burn is horrendous to treat, and Johnny cannot be bothered to deal with the worry-wort combat medics who whitter over everything under the sun. He instead puts his hand under the water, gritting his teeth in pain. He removes his hand again, but this time after a longer stretch of time. He keeps doing it – in out, in out – until he eventually grows accustomed to the pain and just holds his arm under the stream of water for another twenty minutes. 

Now for the second arm. Soap thinks he might need a cloth to bite down on while he does it this time. 

-

AO3

[marcelinesghost13]

Okay blog definitely got a lot of stuff to talk about I got to get it out of my head.

Well we're going to start off with my dad first. So I had to go see a lawyer today to get guardianship of him. Definitely got some answers about how that process works and what's going to happen with it. He's definitely in need of it simply just because of him being so sick right now. It's definitely going to cost a pretty penny something that I don't have any money for but I'm going to have to figure out a way to make that happen. He definitely needs someone to take care of him and make sure that he's okay cuz he's not well at all.

Then on top of that he's in the rehab center right now and he's driving everybody crazy including me. He will call me up to six times a day and we'll have the same conversation. I really sucks seeing my dad like this he was an absolutely brilliant man and now he's just kind of not all there anymore and it's just kind of sad to see him like that. I know he's going to be at this place till he probably passes away because his health is just complete fucking shit. That's totally sucks also and I hate seeing him so sick. Plus he's not eating at all lately and that makes me really fucking nervous. But I have been calling him once a day or at least visiting him when I can which makes this day you know that much better which makes me happy.

As far as my wife goes she had a complete fucking anxiety meltdown today. She let me know that she absolutely hates me today. Through a couple punches when we were in the car and broke some stuff in the car too unfortunately. She's beyond angry and pissed off simply because of me going through this transition that I'm going through. She thinks it's a betrayal of trust. Because I never told her about it till now. And the reason why I never told her is simply because I was afraid I was going to get this reaction. She's very old school and believes that men should be men and women should be women and the whole trans thing is just a bunch of bullshit. She thinks I'm basically playing games with her and I'm not I'm just becoming who I need to be who I want to be. But she feels like I've completely abandoned her and that I've never been around. Hearing those words really do hurt cuz I've done everything and anything I can do to make sure that she's okay and safe. She does have abandonment issues in a couple other mental conditions which I've talked about before. I can see her getting sicker and sicker and she doesn't see it though. Her skin has been this really weird white color and you can see your veins now. A lot of things trigger her lately just everything and anything. And I'm trying to do as much as I can possibly do to make sure that she's okay. I don't hate her like she thinks I do but she definitely let me know today that she does hate me. She's told me that before though hearing those words they hurt but I know she's not right in the head and that's why she says what she says.

As far as me going I am just moving along doing what I need to do in order to keep my two loved ones you know okay and safe. I'm honestly beyond exhausted. I've been trying to find a therapist but I haven't been able to find one yet. I definitely think that is something that would help me. But I'm not too sure how. Hopefully at some point I'll figure something out. I haven't had any suicidal thoughts lately either which is a good thing. Usually after a really big fight with my wife I get massively depressed and sometimes become suicidal. But that hasn't happened so that's a good thing. All I can do is keep moving forward and try to stay as positive as possible especially since things are so negative right now. Yeah just keep moving forward.

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[stayoutofitnick]

I really really want to like the wheel of time show but

(negativity under a read more)

I am really frustrated by how the show is handling race and gender. I appreciate the increased and explicitly racial diversity. But the colorism of the most evil characters in the show having the darkest skin is only slightly better this season than last.

While the women are more complex, I feel like 30 years after the books, the women are actually weaker than in the books and it breaks my heart to see it. instead of powered by rage, Nynaeve the most powerful channeler is just…useless at channeling most of the time. And she doesn’t lead well. Basically what does she do. And changing it from angry to angry or afraid feels diminishing to me. Look at the scared girl. Especially since she’s almost never able to use her power. And choosing Lan over going through the arch also infuriated me. The person who is full of rage and power and dedication and can heal so well basically tags along and is in love and I hate it. I understand people mock the braid tugging and low cut dresses for good reason but at least she was a badass. Moiraine is literally depowered and sad most of the season. She isn’t leading, she isn’t planning, she isn’t powerful she’s mopey and weak. Lanfear is not clever and her scheme is basically try sleeping with him. Her power is only that she can come back from being stabbed thanks to the Dark One. We don’t even get to see her contrive a meet cute. (Also why does she wear black?) That she turned to the Dark One because of ambition and brilliance and science is turned to no she liked a guy and got rejected, when the books clearly acknowledged she was basically using that as an excuse.

why does the evil woman have to hate men after being a rape survivor???

also, the lack of drawl/southern or Texas accent for the society enslaving people. It’s such a good comment removed (also the light skinned dessert people…)

And while I support changes to make a coherent, tv, modern story, in addition to changes above there are several this is not my wheel of time and my beloveds changes/moments for me (the he would not fucking say that)

Min working with the dark side. Mat not comforting Egwene. everything with Perrins love life. I don’t like Faile or their romance but the whole dead wife in love with Egwene thing is annoying to me. Egwene killing. Egwene not being good at school. (She’s a gunner.) the way the collars work. That it’s a one to one bond that breaks if the sul’dam dies, that the distinction is weaker versus stronger not those who can learn versus the innate spark. The downfall of the Seanchan empire is not seeded. The three oaths aren’t named, and the one power is regularly used as a weapon and to kill, especially by Moiraine. And I overall feel the white tower, Aes sedai, and oaths while being more heavily featured are not explained so the Whitecloaks view of them as dangerous is more supported and the betrayals of paths hit less hard. Very curious how tv only people understand all of that.

also curious how tv only view the whitecloaks. I’m concerned Dain Bornhald may be combined with Galad and we don’t see the insidious appeal of what is at heart an evil group, or understand why they are evil and not just a few bad apples. ..

Also very curious how tv only people view the prophecies or understand the Dragon. Do they understand the fear of the work being broken?

anyway all of that makes me sad because the show is pretty and it’s trying and I do think adaptions should make changes and I was always going to be annoyed by some but these feel like they fundamentally don’t get the nuance of the world or the power of my favorite characters. (In contrast, changes that annoy me but don’t actually matter: ok fine Lanfear can wear black. Closing your eyes to channel.)

there are things I like! There are changes I like! I think combining characters makes a lot of sense. I honestly wish cadsuane were written out but if she won’t be introducing her a lot sooner as a concept is great. Having Nynaeve spend time as a novice makes sense. Alanna as a character and her development. More warders with personalities. Fewer Foresaken. Recognizing a hero of the horn as a friend. Combining some of the books journeys. More time with Elyas.

just. Feeling very frustrated because I want to be like there’s my blorbos and be happy.

[coldflasher]

Is this character fuckable: Sara Lance, Barry Allen?

 Is this character fuckable?

Sara:

repulsive | no | just a hug | kissable | maybe | down to cuddle | yes | absolutely | Take Me Now

i’d top them | i’d bottom for them

i’d dom them | i’d sub for them

one night stand | fuckbuds | partner | marry me

I am so on the fence about whether I'd want to be with Sara long term so I think ultimately that probably means no lmao. I love her, I think she's so funny and cute but I think she is just too chaotic for me. The fact she lives on the Waverider with that many people around constantly and they're all messes? I do not think I could cope. The complete lack of stability in her life makes me feel ill to think about

As much as I would love to, there is no way I could dom her, I do not have the confidence. That one scene where she's crawling all over Ava in lingerie while Ava is about to combust?? I am Ava, but worse. I think the second I saw Sara in that situation my entire brain would short-circuit and I'd be incapable of coherent speech, let alone telling her what to do

If I did try to dom her I'm sure she'd be very nice about it and would play along but it would be very clear she was just humouring me, it would be a devastating psychological blow from which i would never recover

Barry

repulsive | no | just a hug | kissable | maybe | down to cuddle | yes | absolutely | Take Me Now

i’d top them | i’d bottom for them

i’d dom them | i’d sub for them

one night stand | fuckbuds | partner | marry me

quite frankly if this man wanted to have sex with me I'd do literally anything he asked me to do and then some. no questions asked. i'd take him any which way and thank him afterwards

i'd generally prefer to dom him because quite frankly someone should, and i am a fan of men being dominated by women in general. that being said i think barry's probably a switch, i could see him also being dominant in the right mood and basically anything he was up for would work for me, honestly, i'm not afraid to admit it

me marrying him is probably a terrible idea because his life is almost as chaotic as sara's but he does at least have a stable job (barring all the times he's been fired and/or quit and the constant looming threat of him being found out as a vigilante and being sued within an inch of his life for evidence tampering) AND he's the heir to eobard's fortune so he's financially stable, he has an apartment, and he does actually have a consistent home address instead of living on a floating time ship that drifts unmoored through the temporal zone (one step removed from open space, which is one of my greatest fears) so that immediately makes me feel better about the idea of living with him. yes we might get our roof torn off by an angry man shark or i might be kidnapped and tortured by his enemies but honestly? when it comes to him, i'd take the risk

[mariacallous]

A dark, satiric sensibility is a basic qualification for anyone in the Russian opposition. Those leaders I knew in Moscow, before I left Russia in 2022, liked to crack jokes during interviews with journalists and to judges at court hearings.

Boris Nemtsov, though he had been arrested many times and knew he should worry for his life, would laugh at President Vladimir Putin’s Russia as the “gangster state of absurdity.” He told the story of the time pro-Putin activists had sent a prostitute to his vacation hotel in a bungled attempt to fabricate kompromat.

In 2015, Nemtsov was shot in his back as he strolled across a bridge near the Kremlin. Some of his associates thought that it was, in the end, his mockery of Putin that had marked him out as a target for assassination. (Nemtsov and I shared a name, but we were not related.)

When I learned of Alexei Navalny’s death in prison on Friday, I posted on social media a picture of him with Nemtsov: both with big, radiant smiles, standing shoulder to shoulder in front of a banner that advertised an opposition rally in that spring of 2015. “How beautiful these men are, unlike that miserable little greedy coward,” one Russian follower commented.

Beautiful, perhaps. Brave, certainly. When I think of the two of them, I will always remember the words written on a piece of paper that Navalny held at one of his court hearings: “I am not afraid and you should not be afraid.” Navalny was still smiling and laughing on the eve of his death, as a video of his appearance at a court hearing on Thursday attests. The next day, he reportedly fell ill and collapsed after a walk in the compound of the former Soviet Gulag prison in the Arctic Circle where he was sent last year.

“Make no mistake: Putin is responsible for Navalny’s death,” President Joe Biden said at a White House news conference on Friday. Human-rights defenders who know Russia’s prison system agree. “Of course, he was murdered by a chain of actions ordered by Putin or by his men,” Sergei Davidis, the head of the political prisoners support program at the Memorial Human Rights Center, told me. “They were killing Navalny for a long time: First they poisoned him with Novichok, then arrested him illegally, then put him in solitary confinement for 300 days.”

Navalny was always angry at the corrupt and stupid public officials who, as he saw it, were robbing the Russian people. In one of several interviews I recorded with him, he referred to the Kremlin elite as an “idiotic regime.” But he was also critical of the “Western enablers,” the bankers, lawyers, and accountants who launder the oligarchs’ money abroad through real-estate deals in London, New York, and elsewhere.

Russia holds more than 500 political prisoners, according to the most recent tallies by Davidis’s group and U.S. officials. Deaths in prison are common. “Our group is monitoring the health of political prisoners; we are worried about at least four people who are in a critical condition,” he told me. Many wonder why Navalny returned to Russia from Germany, in 2021, after already suffering so much and in such open defiance of the opponent he called “Putin the thief.” “Navalny’s sacrifice will always be remembered,” Davidis said.

“I understand why Navalny returned to Russia, why Nemtsov came back,” Boris Vishnevsky, a member of the St. Petersburg city council, told me on Friday. He was mourning Navalny’s death, despite political differences they had had in the past. Vishnevsky’s opposition party, Yabloko, had previously criticized Navalny for participating in ultranationalist rallies. But Vishnevsky had since taken Navalny’s side. “As soon as Alexei returned to Russia and ended up behind bars, I immediately spoke against his arrest,” he said.

He understood the actions of Nemtsov and Navalny as very deliberate. “If you are a politician or an independent journalist in Russia today, you have to overcome fear,” he told me. “They made a decision to become martyrs.”

I remember a call I made to Nemtsov in September 2014, a few months before his death. I was reporting from a village in Dagestan with a sad name: Vremenny, or “temporary.” Russian security forces were demolishing houses there to punish the families of people accused of terrorism. I remember seeing the remains of children’s toys sticking up from the ground after the bulldozers had been through.

This was the year of Putin’s military intervention in the Donbas region of Ukraine, and of his annexation of Crimea. Nobody was paying much attention to human rights in a remote part of the North Caucasus. When I told Nemtsov something about my assignment in one of “the ’stans,” he laughed. When I explained where, he commented, “Dagestan will be always hot.” And then he said, “Listen, if I don’t joke, I will go nuts in our reality.” I spoke with him again, some weeks later, at his house in central Moscow. He told me that some of his friends were advising him to get out. “Why should I run?” he said. “Let Putin and his thugs run.”

That was my last interview with Nemtsov. When someone dies, you try to remember the last conversation you had with them. In 2020, I interviewed Navalny on camera for a documentary. I recall that he expressed a firm belief that, in 10 years’ time, we would speak again—and he would explain exactly how he’d won the war against corruption and for political freedom in Russia.

He was smiling. But this time, perhaps, he wasn’t joking.

[layanasstories]

Cause of pain

Part 15

The coroner had told me that he will not show the face or the whole body, but only parts of that had markings that would allow me to recognise Jake. The body had nothing left that could give anything of recognition to me. Except for the build. That was indeed similar to Jake's. On the table next to the bed were a number of objects, clothes that had been put together like a jigsaw puzzle. Shoes, a rucksack, keys and some other objects that I couldn't place exactly what they were. I was missing something though, Jake's laptop and his phone. He had told me he had left these behind on purpose, well fully formatted of course.

I look up at Alan, with eyes full of tears "It's him, and those are his clothes he was wearing." I confirm sobbingly. "Is this all you were able to recover?" I ask next. Suprised, he looks at me. "What is it that you are missing?". "Nym-0S was attached to his phone and laptop. I assumed he had these with him." I try to explain. "Did you see these items?" he asks me doubtfully. "No, I didn't. But he did tell me that." my explanation is somewhat weak, but enough to receive a glimpse of acceptance. "Okay." He puts his finger up in the air and make a circle kind of gesture to the coroner, at which the curtain closes again.

"You did well. Shall we step outside for some air?" He asks. I nod yes and also ask if I can have a cup of water. Once outside, I take a very deep breath. The fresh air makes my heart rate drop a little again. "Are you doing better?" He asks me. I nod again. "Good." He replies to that in a much softer tone. "You are an amazing actor. Andrew is buying everything you put in front of him.". Sideways, I look at him with a look that could kill him. "You know damn well that basically everything you've just seen is real. And you, you better keep your deal with Jake too." I bite at him. "And then what, you're going to make sure I do?" With his ridiculing tone, he only makes me angry.

I give him a look where I drill straight through him into his soul. "I have just identified a charred corpse, a corpse he is responsible for. And you think I won't walk through fire to give him freedom. And that I'm afraid of a little police officer like you?" I snort disapprovingly "Think again before you say such stupid things.". "Is that a threat or something?" He laughs somewhat insecure. "No. That's a warning that you know I can live up to." I snarl.

That was the last thing we could say about it to each other, as Andrew stepped outside. "Layana, how are you feeling?" His question was sincere. "Much better with the fresh air, thanks." That was no lie, I really do feel better now that I am outside. "I want to thank you for your cooperation. Even though I cannot share many details, I can tell you that we will close the case. The coroner will soon release the body so that a proper burial can take place. He will contact you, if you want to arrange this yourself of course, given your relationship with Nym-0s." He explains. "Thank you." I say and shake his hand.

Both men had offered to take me where I was staying, but I declined. Apart from the fact that I had slept at Jake's place last night and it would look very strange if I were dropped off at his house. I was eager to walk the stretch, to get my thoughts in order. Because what I hadn't dared to think about yet had to happen. Lilly and Hannah, I had to inform them that for one her brother and for the other a friend, had died.

Before heading towards Jake's house, I had taken a detour to the lake. I know it's actually Jessy's spot to come to herself, but I was bold enough to borrow the spot. I sat there until it started to dusk. It was almost dark when I knocked on Jake's front door. When he opens the door, he looks at me tormented. "I'm glad you chose to come back here." The relief is clear in his voice. He moves aside so I can step inside. As he closes the door behind me, I look at him. "You have your freedom." I say with an iffy smile.

[shirolucifer]

Another trans man here - I haven't transitioned yet and my father doesn't know yet - yelling men TERRIFY me.

One time my mothers boyfriend got frustrated because the charger for the car battery didn't work, he started to yell really loudly - not at me - and then proceeded to slam the charger into the ground multiple times, so hard, the plastic flew through the whole yard. I was terrified. I froze. I couldn't move, I couldn't speak, I could barely breathe.

He is usually a very calm person and I know that shit goes down when these peoe get really angry, but he also becomes so incredibly violent every single time. He slams doors, he throws stuff around, he screams and I just want to become small and invisible.

Despite the fact that he and I usually get along really well, he is the person I am most afraid off.

The other person is my father. Despite the fact that he hasn't used violence against me since I was nine (I am 25 now) it is still so ingrained in me.

He used to scream and shout so loudly, he used to hit me and my sister if we misbehaved. Once he literally hit mine and my sister heads together. Another time he grabbed my sister and literally threw her onto the toilet because she said she needed to pee while he was shouting at us for sth I don't even remember.

Later the violence got replaced by him either throwing small things in our direction or him becoming incredibly calm all of a sudden with eyes so cold that I could basically feel my blood freeze.

I am terrified of telling my father of my identity for a multitude of reasons (him being homophobic being one of them) but I am also just scared of what he is going to do to me. The possibility is basically zero but I still fear that he is going to do sth.

My fear of angry men literally runs so deep, that I even started to fear for my safety when my former friend lost his cool while playing League. Whenever he got frustrated he would slam against his table. That noise alone is enough to terrify me.

And of course all of this includes absolute strangers on the street. If I hear a man scream, I freeze. Once there were two drunk men fighting infront of a bar or restaurant and while I was incredibly curious what the this was about, their loud voices scared the shit out of me and I was glad that my friend and I had already distanced ourselves quite a bit before it turned violent.

The feeling that I have inside me whenever sth like this happens is incredibly difficult to describe. I can literally feel every single heartbeat. I become very selfconcious about my body and my movement and every fiber of my being screams at me that I have to hide, have to make myself small so that no one notices me.

I literally have no idea how I am ever supposed to find a partner considering how I am not only scared of relationships (I have no idea where that comes from) but also of men in general.

i swear to god, men raising their voice is the most terrifying thing in the whole world. they dont understand, like its an immediate panic response, game over

[policemanofprincesspark]

”You have to think like an anti too if you want to figure this out, because you need to go in with the mindset of actually trying to debunk the theory rather than prove it, because, if you're trying to prove it, it's a lot easier for a ton of bias to slip in, like ignoring contradicting evidence.”

This is my biggest problem with the fandom right now. Larry being real, specifically the fanfiction version where they are possessive and protective of each other and larrie fans who are the only fans they actually like between daydreaming about a sugary-sweet happily ever after involving their kids wearing 1D merch to the reunion tour, is treated as a given and all “evidence” involves working backwards from that forgone conclusion. X has to be true for larry to be real, therefore X is true full stop. Larries dismiss everything they don’t like as fake or something the boys were held at gunpoint to do if it doesn’t fit their narrative.

“Harry doesn’t actually want to be an actor, he’s being forced by management in order to make more money off his sex symbol image.”

“Louis doesn’t actually want to move away from a pop sound to something more rock, it’s management trying to alienate the female fan base to court straight men.”

Could these things be true? Sure, but most of the conversations around them don’t bring up any actual evidence of these arguments, instead falling back on “this isn’t the real them.” Which of course they totally know. Actual documentation and discussion of potential industry abuse is being lost in the slurry of fans’ coping strategy for their faves not fitting the perfect image they’ve projected onto them.

YES! I so agree with this. Okay, so, for example, there was that one phone call that was recorded by a fan where Louis was ranting about "all these crazy Larry fans" and asking them if they were recording. I saw SO many other larries literally saying it was fake and it was someone else's voice. I mean, listen, I can't say for a fact that it is his voice, but these people just immediately dismiss everything that they don't like or that makes them angry/uncomfortable. I understand there is a heavy emotional investment into the idea of Louis and Harry being victims, but, in reality, we don't know what's going on.

I am actually going to be working on a post about what I think could potentially be occurring instead of this idea of contractual closeting, by using an example of a gay couple who came out and had very distinct parallels to Louis and Harry. I mean, I'm never going to say I know the how's and why's of their closeting, but I don't think it's as straightforward as "they're victims of illegal contracts!", which is a theory based on a whopping load of nothing. I have seen Rebecca Ferguson and a few other past XFactor contestants who were on the same season as 1D in 2010 or around that time come out and talk about blackmail, coerced contracts, etc., so I don't think you can completely write it off as impossible. If I had to just make a quick guess, I'd say they were being pressured just like anyone else in the industry and that Louis might be scared to come out for some reason or another, and, since there is a lot of money involved concerning Harry, there could be some blackmail or coerced contracts like I said. Anyway, I have more evidence to back up different possibilities (they're just possibilities with some minor evidence, of course). I might make a post covering them all one day.

Here is a snippet of one of the posts I'm working on which talks briefly about Simon's dressing down:

Basically, there aren't any examples I can find of people in the industry being contractually closeted. It's always "I was afraid I'd destroy my career" or "I was afraid I'd be letting my managers/band members down and ruining their careers, and I felt a responsibility." So, if Louis and Harry are being closeted via illegal contracts, this would be an isolated case.

Now, do I think they both want out of the closet? Considering some of their obvious signalling and their "wink, wink" moments (such as Louis pointing at a Harry sign and yelling "yes!" or Harry singing "Lou" instead of "you" and immediately laughing), I don't think they are ashamed of their sexuality or that they enjoy pretending to be straight. But could there be some fear concerning coming out? It's quite possible.

(LET ME MAKE IT CLEAR THAT THESE IMAGES DO NOT REFLECT MY OPINION NOR ARE THEY TRYING TO SERVE AS A LEGITIMATE THEORY; THEY ARE SIMPLY POSSIBILITIES THAT I AM PUTTING FORTH, SINCE THERE IS MINOR EVIDENCE TO SUPPORT THEM)

Anyway, yeah. I'm tired of people stating their mere hypotheses as fact when they either have no evidence or very minor evidence to support them (like the contractual closeting theory; which... tbh, when larries act like that theory is fact, it kind of discredits us because it makes antis immediately dismiss the concept of Larry since contractual closeting isn't legal nor has it happened before, when we could just... not act like that theory is fact and instead consider other possibilities and quite frankly the more likely possibilities such as industry pressure or coercion).

[mrsforgettablee]

Yesterday was the last day of my classes for this year. Annoyingly, professors keep asking for stupid reports even though they themselves aren't working. This makes my rebellious child yell in anger. These reports are long - I don't like doing things badly, so I actually put effort in this shit, it has my name in it after all -, difficult to do and will not help me become a better doctor. I hate it.

This week I returned to bjj, after the week of gym/rolling. The guys have been used a lot of strength to pin me down and I wanna punch them when it happens. They use strength to make things work in me that wouldn't work in someone in the same weight as them. It's like, seriously, dude? You're a middle aged men weighing 200lbs and you must use all you strength on a 22 year old 130lbs girl? I think that means someone's technique is very lacking....

Anyway, when they start to train pining me down to tire me out I get very angry and just don't move. If they won't roll, neither will I, I'll pull half guard, put my elbow on their necks, and hold on to that for dear life until the timer runs out. Then I'll leave and return another day, because time is short and I will not engage in rolling that's not helping me improve.

I'm afraid that means I have an attitude? Or that I'm being arrogant? But then, again, I want to focus more on medicine. I know, in the long term, I will be grateful I did not quit bjj despite not having a lot of time, already going to the gym and despite these problems with the training.

Now, the last complaining before I start talking about good stuff to keep things balanced. I joined a project about phytotherapy (drinking tea to treat diseases basically), but everything about it went wrong, no one wants to work, and all the workload has fallen on my shoulders. It feels like, if I don't do it, no one will, and the lack of support made me very unhappy with the work, so now I am doing it but feeling miserable the whole time. The teacher wants to extend the deadline of it until august next year, and he didn't ask me if I wanted that (I strongly do not want it). I'll finish whatever is last of it, crying, yelling, pulling my hairs out, or whatever, and then I'll quit instead of continuing it, and I know it will fall apart without me to do everything.

Now for the good! I am so happy I have joined tumblr, it gives me a chance of writing my thoughts as they happen,

I went to the emergency ward again yesterday, and the resident was so kind. It motivates me to continue doing my best in everything, to know these meaningless (yet annoying) tasks will come to pass, to do a bit better every time. I can study harder, organize myself better, be kinder and more resilient. Then, one day, perhaps I can return to others in my current position the kindness and be their role model, like so many doctors are being to me currently.

I started to observe a lot of things. Some good, some bad, all important, because I can pick, from real life examples, who I want to be, how to act, and how to not act.

And most importantly, I rediscovered a fire/passion inside me I thought I'd lost. I thought so because I felt directionless. That's no longer the case.

Lord, please give me the strength to remedy their situation, and to believe in good while living amidst evil.

[fleshmechsystem]

I kinda wanna wear whatever nowadays, I really don't care if I have feminine tendencies tbh, just kinda concerned about that stuff for now due to my country as rude as it sounds, backwards with trans stuff, me being agender is probably a foreign concept, at least with the cis population for the most part, I am very aware that most of my peers at school are likely trans actually, It's quite rare but it's clearly there.

It's really REALLY unfortunate that people in my country being queer is quite literally being bakla which literally is a combination of a man and a woman and transgender Ig? Our culture does have queer stuff but the older generation thinks most queer people are basically that, not to mention the blatant "Who's the male one in the relationship" which literally is just asking who's top or bottom which is icky.

That aside though, took a lot of soul searching and a break from a relationship (it lasted a day lmao) to realize maybe I do want to wear skirts and stuff like that, but it doesn't mean I'm a girl, or at least currently lmao

The only reason I don't like the idea was basically because the trauma of being called a girl multiple times for not adjusting to the macho and male standards and stuff, like apparently me shaving body hair and not wanting to take my shirt off is a girly thing to do??

It's odd, but I try not to be angry about it now since I have better people to occupy the memory bank with honestly.

Both in the system and outside of it, I have a support group who are willing to catch me when I go down the route of being depressed.

Still, I'm still not sure with this though, obviously part of myself is still very much afraid due to the trauma but I know I'll be comfortable with it eventually.

I just have to fight the intrusive thoughts and other thoughts that make me think too often about it, because yes, I am trans, a trans agender person.

But at the same time I do have feminine qualities and masculine qualities.

The parts I do hate is how these sorts of things are heavily questioned, my identity is in a weird place right now so labels and all that stuff changes quite often, I used to be a cisgender bisexual, to a cis gay boy to a Nonbinary person who only likes men to a pansexual, labels rarely stick for me.

I guess the thing I can learn from this is accept that maybe part of me is a girl in a way and part of me is a boy. Both are the way I live, the way I feel. I don't have to conform to either necessarily.

Because I'm going to be real, I don't belong with either groups, I don't agree with limiting myself to being masculine due to my body and I don't agree with being one of the girls due to mostly growing up with female relatives most of my life.

While writing this I still feel very afraid and confused in some ways, I really don't want to be a girl but is it really that bad? Sure it's a weird feeling but what's so bad about occasionally just wearing skirts and all that stuff?

Nothing wrong with that! There are dudes that wear skirts and they find it attractive nowadays! (Ignoring the nsfw aspect of course) Ever since I realized I'm bi I always do have the want to be this androgynous fucker that expresses themselves with feminine stuff while not necessarily being feminine. It's definitely one of the reasons why I'm actively trying to lose so much weight, because unfortunately beauty standards are really bad.

Hell Kris from DELTARUNE basically awakened me in a way, the idea that I could be someone that's neither a boy or a girl was awesome to me.

Maybe I am like them, aside from the whole possession thing, I don't really see myself being on either side but I can't help but want to just simply enjoy clothes for what they are really.

I don't have to be a girl to express myself. I don't have to be a boy to express myself. I don't like either.

Looking at Riley reminds or Jack makes me think about something. Being comfortable is probably enough. While for now I don't have that luxury, I might get to that eventually.

I won't really spill much info about Jack but they basically told me it took a long time for them to have the form they wanted. And it's saying something.

Maybe I don't like this body, but with enough effort I might reach that semi unrealistic goal of being so androgynous people question what gender I am status in life.

For now, I'm stuck with a defective body. But it's enough. With clothes I wear though, I can achieve that androgynous look, with the downside of sweating really badly underneath.

Still, I do hate being a bit chubby. Maybe those feelings might disappear too with time.

Man, it feels so much lighter blogging this stuff.

I know what I am and what I want in life.

A femboy bunny--

Okay but jokes aside, my bunny ass needs to be more comfortable with this skin if I really want to feel better about myself.

For now I think of it like all of us using the default Minecraft Steve skin from Minecraft.

We don't know how to change it but we'll stick with it for now.

Also fun fact Steve and Alex are Nonbinary :D

Knowing that fact makes me both happy and sad which I won't get into as to why

Anyway, I've written enough shit, I mainly wrote this for myself honestly.

I guess I love the way I am in my weird way.

I'm a decent person and that's enough.

I'm cute I guess.

-Cal

[impressiverunaway]

Still thinking about you too

There is definitely no denying that. I am however starting to realize and accept that I am an easily annoyed person who isn't afraid to get right to the point. I feel for men, I really do. They are just very much annoying as all hell. I don't have it in me to remove my standards to be with a man and not be angry at them the majority of the time. At myself for lowing my standards. And at said man for not even meeting my already extremely lowered standards. It's seriously basic things too. Taking 5 minutes of one's day to read, understand, then respond to a text....even over a two day period of time...over a week? I'm not looking to be up a man's ass all day just like I'm not looking for them to be up mine. I'm not looking to financially support a man, just like I'm not looking for a man to financially support me. I'm sure on either end, it would be hella nice to be in a situation like that but, to me, building a life with a man, together, is what I want. I think looking back at where we started, where we've gotten, and where we are going would be an amazing life to live.

[empressofdiamonds]

💗Dating Core Principles 💗

There are some of my core principles that I use in dating, this might inspire you, or not, which is fine. You don't have to agree with my principles, but each of them has a whole story behind them.

I am happier being single, and I only accept going into a relationship if my counterpart adds to my life. I only accept people into my life that won't make me feel emptied out, anxious. I protect my energy before anything.

I am not afraid of breaking up, and rebecoming single, the moment I feel like I am not valued as a woman, as a human being. I know that singledom isn't the end of the world, and that I can find another partner. I have a mindset of abundance and security, not of precarity. Basically, dick is abundant.

I trust myself, and my loved ones before any new acquaintance, and that includes boyfriends. I'm my own grounding stone, and so is my family. I am honest with my own family, and so are they with me. I believe my own gut before anything. If I feel afraid, I run away. If I feel angry, I listen to myself.

The moment I find myself doing "exceptions" from my personal rules, I step back a moment and reevaluate. The rules I did create are for an specific purpose, to protect me and give myself opportunities to vet, be objective. When a man pushes for exceptions it is considered boundary stomping.

I refuse to choose men whose situation, if I unite myself with them, would bring down my comfort. Sole handsomeness or kindness won't pay the bills. I am perfectly able to sustain myself, and a lower financial status man can endanger my own stability.

I absolutely refuse any form of FWB or "special" relationship, that is ultimately, exploitation of myself and my body. I deserve to be pleased, and I don't give pleasure without receiving myself. I believe those relationships are very beneficial to the man, as he doesn't has to work so hard, or sacrifice hard, and doesn't has to commit to a lady. It also increases risks of STI. Pussy protection first!

If a friend encourages me towards unhealthy behaviours relationship-wise, I dump her. I do not need any negative influences in my life.

I protect all my money incomes, my career, my schooling. I refuse to let private relationships spill into those other spheres of my life. I don't text love partners at work, I focus on my work. I don't text lovers while in school. I don't allow them to come at work or school. Those spheres are to be separate, because they're my security.

I refuse to bed with a person, before at least 2-3 months into an exclusive relationship. I refuse to be left alone with them in situations where sex could be a realistic endgame. I only meet them in public places, or with friends. I protect my mind and pussy doing so, because I know I am easily swayed with all the bonding hormones and it clouds my judgement.

Those personal rules I have for myself maybe picture me as a boring person in your eyes, but I guarantee, once partners have been accepted into my intimate circle, they appreciate my presence and feel happy around me, because they know they can count on me being a stable, harmonious woman 💗

[iwaasfairy]

VENUS FLYTRAP

DECEIT

“Afraid of what you’re seeing now, sweetheart?”

iwaizumi x fem!reader

┌─ “ ! „ tw. dubcon, possessiveness, jealousy, degradation, implied (?) cheating, iwa and reader are both little terrible in this dhfgsf

“You scared yet?” Tooru snickers when you hiss a disagreement under your breath, clinging a little closer to him as he makes you watch the stupid movie. You are, you hate horror movies, but your best friend had convinced you that this’d be a good way to make your move. And in her defense, you’ve been trying your damn best. You’re this close to being perched in his lap, both legs swung over his and basically tucked into his chest as he giggles, looks down at you with a pretty smile. Because that’s what he is.

“No, as if I’d be scared,” you can’t help but feel hot under his gaze, staring at his pretty fucking face a few beats longer than is necessary.

You can’t even deny it, but that’s hardly the reason you fell for him. It’s hardly the reason you’re shivering a little when his hand trails down your spine to rest on your lower back, the touch enough to make you feel at ease. “Tooru,” you whisper as his brown eyes move from the screen back to your face, flick down to your lips once, twice.

“Yeah?” he mouths back, leaning a little closer—

Until a few pieces of popcorn hit his face, one of the honeyed kernels sticking to his fringe. Sugar on his cheek and everything. He’s too shocked to respond for a bit, before he glances over at the other couch with a grimace. “That wasn’t very nice, Iwa-chan.”

“Having to look at you two hump each other on my couch is less nice, believe me,” he grunts. You only manage to tear your face away from Tooru’s pouty expression after brushing away some of the sugar from his cheek. Hajime is… well- for lack of better words, a giant cockblock. You’ve never understood it once throughout the three years you’ve known both men. And though there’s few breaks between the frowns and the irritated way he rolls his eyes when Tooru says something stupid, you never thought him malicious. Never.

So why… You jump a little when the character on screen does, the loud blaring of the bass through Iwa’s speakers enough to set your hairs on end. Tooru laughs, his warm body melting back to yours. “You’re so~ scared.”

“Am not.”

“Are too.”

“Am not.”

“Uhuh.”

Your ears get hotter the more he smiles, the more he squeezes and prods and leans in with that knowing smirk. It’s exhausting how easy it is for him to render you this weak, limp little thing. Maybe watching a scary movie wasn’t such a bad idea after all. “‘M not, Tooru,” you whine as you bury your face in his chest for a second, before pulling back to glance over your shoulder at your mutual friend who looks beyond annoyed. “Iwa, please tell him I don’t look scared. I don’t get scared, ‘m a big girl.”

Hajime’s frown softens a bit when you don’t look away from him before he gives you an answer, and sits up a bit straighter. Still he blows out a breath, before glancing at the arms wrapped around you. “Why’re you acting tough… Tooru likes all this mellow, innocent shit anyway. Don’t know who you’re trying to impress.”

“I’m not trying to impress anyone,” you snap back with a laugh, but your voice raises so high it falls apart as soon as you say it. “If anything, you look like you’re about to cry yourself, Iwa-chan~. Don’t tell me you’re skittish.”

“I’m not,” he bites back. “Let’s stop this, ‘m not in the mood.”

“Oh, come on, Iwa-chan,” Oikawa chimes in too, watching his childhood friend get up from the couch.

“Ah, if Mattsun could see this! If you’re so scared—”

You don’t mean to fall quiet so suddenly, but the way the pretty greens sharpen onto you are too hard, too intense. “You don’t know how to quit when you’re ahead.” And instantly, the playful air in the room is gone. Hajime’s chest is puffed out too much, he’s too angry for such a lighthearted joke- and though he’s told you not to push his buttons like that once or twice before… you never actually mean it. As he walks out of the living room and picks up his coat, you follow him with your eyes, before looking back at Tooru.

The brunet calls your friend’s name, but he doesn’t say another word as he grabs his keys and slams the door behind him. And you feel bad- of course you do. Though it’s well known between all your friends that it’s only a matter of time before you and Tooru start some kind of situationship, you weren’t trying to third wheel Iwa.

And yes, you were excited to have another chance to cuddle up to Tooru— but you didn’t come here just with that in mind. So before it can get really messy, you get up and excuse yourself. “I’ll go talk to him,” you quickly promise, not bothering to grab your jacket as you leave the warmth of the apartment for the cold bite of the wind in the hallway. “Iwa, I’m sorry,” you mumble as you look around the chilly hall, quickly descending a few stairs per step as you rush down. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to annoy you! I was just joking around…”

He can’t have actually made it that far out the house, you think as you reach the end of the stairs, into the foyer that’s always empty this time of night. Before you can process what’s happening you’re yanked back by your waist, a solid arm wrapping around you as you’re dragged into the janitor’s closet with a hand over your mouth. You’d always thought you’d be able to fight if you ever got in a situation like this. But with your body basically frozen and limp from the shock, breaths coming out sad puffs against the warm palm of his hand.

“Are you scared now?” he whispers, deep rumble of his chest against your back. “Scared of what you’re seeing?” A soft kiss along your jaw takes you off guard enough to let out a little sob, before you’re pressed to the wall and caged in between his thighs. Iwa’s strong thighs, as his fingers squeeze your face into a puckered pout as he glares at you. “You’re so fucking annoying sometimes, you know that? Hanging all over him, with your little mewls and sad bimbo giggles. Don’t act like something you’re not.”

As soon as your brain catches up with your eyes to notice that it’s Iwa, your Iwa, you relax a little. “Iwa- what-” But that feeling of safety doesn’t stay when he leans down more, pushing your arms back down when you try to put some space between you two.

“What are you really?” he asks, forcing you to focus on him.

But you don’t want to, you don’t want to be in this dusty room with your friend holding you trapped between his legs like you’re a skittish animal that’ll run from him. You try to move your face out of his grip, before he leans down to place his forehead to yours, eyes wide and blown out. “How fucking long do you wanna keep playing this game…”

“What game?” you huff, pinching at his hand now. It’s not hard enough to hurt you, but it’s enough to make your heart rate rise significantly. “Iwa- please let go, I don’t know what you’re playing at either so…”

“Oh, I’m not playing,” he grunts, nudging your chin up until you’re basically nose to nose. Then he takes a tight hold of your upper arm instead of your face, forcing you still against his hot body with your lashes basically brushing his. “You say you want him but you end up in my bed every damn time you get a lick of alcohol in you, so tell me…” His white teeth look sharper in the dark, like they could break through your skin without effort should he try. “Are you really just a dumb, little girl with a needy cunt? ‘S that all you wanna be?”

“Iwa,” you try again, shivering when his hand runs down your spine to grab a handful of ass, now pushing your hips up against his. Your body traitorously softens in his hold, pussy clenching automatically. “Ha- Hajime…”

“I’m not letting you go until you answer me, baby.” He whispers it against your mouth, not yet close enough to give you the satisfaction of feeling his lips on yours. It’s infuriating. “Come on, tell me what you really want. I’m not gonna keep lettin’ you off pissing me off like you do. You either let me fuck you stupid for the forseeable future or you and Tooru get out of my fucking house, you understand?”

Your bottom lip trembles by the time his grip on you loosens to trail deft fingertips down the valley of your breasts over your shirt, curling into his body. You can’t help yourself from mewling and whining into his touch, into the way he grinds himself against your needy, puffy pussy.

“I can’t hear you,” he licks and sucks down your neck as you whine, before finally—

you crack. “I understand, I— f-fuck, Hajime,” you hiss back as he rubs strong fingers over your panties, biting down on your neck. “Un- ah- I under—stand.”

He just hums as he sucks a mark into the base of your neck, before glancing back up to watch you under heavy lashes. “Run back upstairs. You’re gonna let me fuck you like the slut you are, and you’re going to be just as nice and loud as you’re being now.” And though you try to protest, he’s quick to quiet you with a kiss as he tilts his head to the side, amusement playing through those pretty greens. “Tell Tooru it’s an apology fuck. For sitting on another man’s lap in my couch.”

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[ssimhae]

there's this recently case here in my country: 6 (six) men (21-24 y.o) take advantage on a drunk/drugged women (aprox. 20 y.o). one of them got close to her, take her apart by grabbing her in a kinda hug-like thing, and then the other five followed them, until they managed to push her inside a car and rape her. four of them in the car, two outside playing guitar and singing so people would not hear her screaming. a couple from a bakery in the front street saw something weird so they called the police and recorded them while pushing them outside the car. a woman from the same bakery assisted the girl and asked what happened, the victim -still drunk and barely conscious- answer "i don't know where i am nor how i ended here, they raped me". the neighbors heard the commotion and beat the six rapists, the police came very quickly to the place. this happened 2 days ago, between 13-15pm, in a very popular and concurrent city (since it's touristic). it's stated by the police (thanks to security cams) this group where going around the streets in the car hours before the crime: they literally planned this, they were looking for a victim. six men planned to rape a unconscious women.

female ex-friends of them said this men called themselves "feminist allies", talked about respecting women and were the kind of friend these women could trust and rely on were drunked, to get them back home safe at night.

one of them have already a delation cuz he raped another girl seven years ago. he was 15 and she was 14 at that time. of course nothing happened cuz 1. they were underage & 2. justice don't care what happen to girls.

do you want to know what are men opinions on this? i bet you already can imagine them.

in one hand, you have the men making politics about this. they say they are rapist cuz they are from 'x political party', and people from this group are "ugly hippies" so "of course they are rapists" (spoiler: all political party in this fucking country have included rapists and pedophiles in their candidates, but you are not gonna see this men saying the same to rich-men). they don't care about the case nor the victim at all (well, of course), i don't even know what they expect to accomplish (=nothing).

on the other hand you have the self-proclaimed "allies", who draw the line at being ridiculed. let me give you context: feminists here do not believe in "men allies" (cuz a lot of these men went to women manifestations when in reality most of them are rapists or violent, i swear it's so common), so feminists don't want to have anything to do with men; of course the self-proclaimed allies take this as hate cuz buuuh women don't like me buuuh. also openly-misogynistic men mockes them by calling them 'aliade' (basically a "progre" ridiculed way to say ally in neutral). so this is where allies draw the line: they are more concerned about being called "aliade" than women suffering. in a lot of posts they are openly saying this by themselves. "i don't share cuz they are gonna call me aliade, but I'm angry about women being raped!!" no, you are not. you are a fucking narcissist who does nothing to help women; they claim to be concerned but if they are afraid of being called names online it's so fucking obviously they dont stop their own fucking male friends when they say and commit misogynistic act on real life.

so basically this is what mostly men here discuss about this crime (without counting the ones who blame her and defend rapists). in resume: they don't care, they hate women and they don't want to change anything. they prefer women being raped and murdered before being called "aliade", or put the focus on nonsense politics instead acknowledge a structural problem.

and this is not a one-case thing. this happens every time at every crime against women.

yes, all men.