#car door guy

[inkskinned]

there's a video on instagram of a man kicking his partner's door in. the top comment is (with over 4 thousand likes): "how about you tell us what you did to make him that angry?"

barring emergency, nobody should be kicking anybody's door in. many of us lived in houses where it was always, somehow, an emergency. there is a strange, almost hysterical calm that comes over you in that moment - everything feels muted, and you almost feel, however incongruently, like you should be laughing. you are living inside of "the emergency." oh my god, you think. i am now a fucking statistic.

there is another comment with 2.8 thousand likes: "if this was a woman doing it to a man, nobody would give a shit."

do people give a shit now, though?

barring emergency, the door should remain standing. the emergency should be panicked, desperate - "i'm coming in there to protect you." many of us know what it feels like when the emergency is instead "i'm coming in there to get you."

1.5k likes: "and yet you post this for notes. glad to see being the victim has become your whole personality."

hysteria is a word connected to womb, from greek. what you're experiencing is so senseless and inhumane that you (a rational creature) try to find any ground within what is irrational and cannot be explained. one of the most frustrating things about staying in bad situations is that we also lie to ourselves. we also ask ourselves - wow. what did i do?

women can be, and often are, also abusers. abuse is not gendered. abuse is not just a "straight person" problem. abuse does not have a face or figure or sexuality. you cannot pick an abuser out of a crowd. an abuser could be actually anybody.

and then so many people rally behind the man kicking the door in. here is something nobody should be doing, right? you want to ask every person that liked that first comment: do you ask this because you side with him? do you ask this because it helps you feel safe from this ever happening?

in some ways, you're weirdly sympathetic to the top comment, because it is the same logic you see frequently. the idea is that the average, normal, sane person doesn't just break down a door. doesn't just shoot up a school. doesn't stalk and kill women. doesn't threaten sexual assault. doesn't run over protesters. doesn't shoot an unarmed black person. doesn't scream at underpaid walmart employees. doesn't just "lose it". something had to have happened, right? because the default (white. straight. cis.) - that is someone who is always, you know. "sane."

(right?)

on a podcast, you hear a sane, normal, rational person. "if you piss me off, i'm going to need to hit something. sorry but i'm not apologizing. that's just who i am that's how it is." his voice almost sounds like he's laughing.

you think of the door, and how you were almost laughing behind it, too. ironically, every real emergency in your life has almost felt peaceful in comparison. fire, car accident, flash flooding - these felt quiet, covenant to you. you'd stood in all of them, feeling them pass over and up to your chin, never actually overwhelming.

but when the door was coming down, you had felt - is there a word for that? there has to be, a word, right.

surely one of us has figured out the word for that, i mean. it's such a large fucking statistic.

[omrarchive]

[screwpinecaprice]

*dusting off another drawing found in my old folders* Oh waw early 2020 connverse. And I drew in 97 dpi RIP

[suntails]

reflection

[roe-and-memory]

i saw a tiktok about how men usually get their first flowers at their funerals and… it made me think…

imagine its race day, lightnings on the track, sallys in the pits, and she just. randomly gets the idea to get him flowers. its sudden, an abrupt urge to just go get them Right Then, so she tells the crew she’ll be right back and slips out of the pit and infield, and finds the nearest flower shop.

lightning likes flowers because she does, he’ll listen to any of her botany rambles any day, even if they dont make much sense - but hes gotten her flowers hundreds of times and shes never returned the favour. she picks the ones with the most meaning, the ones that mean i love you in every way no matter what, the ones that remind her of him. when shes successfully created a bouquet of flowers that is him in any way you can think, she buys a card. and she writes him a love letter. she names every flower she put in the bouquet and what they mean. and she tells him how much she loves and adores him, and how she’ll always love him more than anything. she adds a couple cheesy compliments in there too, seals it up, and makes it back to the track just in time to watch him take the checkered flag; he wins the race.

they meet in victory lane, and she hands him the flowers first (keeping the note safely in her bag until she can give it to him when its quieter) and. just imagine him standing on top of his car, hands thrown in up in the air in celebration, with the flowers clutched in one hand and the bottle of champagne in the other and and. god i love them

she gives him the card later that night when everythings quieted down — docs outside the motorhome drinking a beer with strip, and the crew is working on the car and getting the garage cleaned up — so its just them. with the flowers safely in a cup on the kitchen counter, she pulls it out of her bag, hands it to him, and gently prods for him to read it then.

hes not the emotional type, its been drilled into his head by a couple different people that hes not really supposed to cry, but its a great improvement when he tears up a little bit while reading it. she cant help but smile because god. isnt she lucky?

when he finishes reading it, he wipes his eyes with the back of his hands and ushers for her to come closer and they end up cuddling on the couch (doc finds them about an hour later, curled up together, sound asleep. he throws a blanket over them and leaves them be)

[satoruxx]

soooo this was the worst week of my life bc we just found out someone might be trying to stalk us or scare us or smth…

[torra-and-the-toons]

As is tradition on my blog, Torra must carry someone like a precious little cub and unfortunately, that someone was Nigel.

Help him

[22plus15]

happy valentine's day! 🧸💐👩‍❤️‍💋‍👩

[mirmoria]

ep.4 Vee from love mechanics will forever be my favourite despair animal

[akechi-if-he-slayed]

so high school is shuake actually because of the fact that goro never had the chance to just to be a normal hs student with a frivolous classroom romance so when he’s with akira he finally feels like he’s getting some of that stolen youth returned to him

[incorrect-league-of-villains]

Spinner: Sako-san, I have bad news.

Sako: There is no good news or bad news, only news.

Spinner: Dabi got arrested.

Sako: …that is bad news.

[autisticriddler]

getting into a car accident while listening to it gets worse by msi was NOT on my 2024 bingo card. oh the irony.

[meownotgood]

I've been thinking a lot about aki who would do anything to protect you. aki who stands in front of you at the smallest sign of trouble, who sticks his arm out in front of you just on instinct. who will hold you close and shield you with his own body so you won't get hurt, covering your eyes with his palm so you don't see anything scary.

[stabbyfoxandrew]

praying for my neighbors to either die or stop slamming their car doors~

[ningtual]

i just got the nicest chair ever from the street i'm so happy 🤩🤩

[triangle-dog]

She's a star

I had to drop my car off for repairs and my town has an average public transportation system for the US (i.e. practically nonexistent and only there so no one tries to start one) so I figured I'd walk back and take Nova with me. We passed through several different urban environments from industrial areas with no sidewalks, to shopping centers, to parks, to residential areas, to empty lots, etc. She handles it all so well. She kept a heel when I asked her to, she ran around on her long line when freed in a field, she was the perfect picture of attention when asked to sit while I was debating when to cross busy roads, and she didn't even complain when we had to walk through a flooded sidewalk.

I know puppies are adaptable, but it still impresses me how far this dog has come from the puppy that had never lived in a house and tried to flee every time she heard a noise.