#domestic assault tw

[xiyade]

I've been following Saltanat Nukenova's case through internet what seems to be for months now. Domestic assault tw: she was beaten by her husband, left alone for 12 hours to die while her husband (who used to be the minister of economy) went on to have dinner in the very same restaurant he killed her. The trial was highly publicized in the Russian-speaking parts of the internet. While it can't bring her back or make her death any less violent and lonely, I hope that she rests in peace knowing that they had just passed a law in Kazakhstan criminalizing battery/dv (called Saltanat's law) and that pig got 24 years

[bonefall]

"Back in my day we loved our abusers or just disregarded them. We would never smash their heads against a wall until they agreed with us"

So... so you're just admitting you tried to Love and Kindness the abuse away?? You did that??? You think it's BAD to fight back against someone who is BEATING YOU?

Or does that mean, "we never demanded better treatment or justice. We just waited for our abusers to realize the error of their ways, like good victims."

I REALLY hope they get paid enough to go to therapy, this is actual factual abuse apologia. I am once again legitimately concerned for the mental health of these writers

[larkspur-collective]

I did not want to do this, but... we really need a miracle.

We really need help relocating to WA!

Details are under the cut. This post mentions abuse, briefly touches on alcoholism, and discusses extreme poverty and unsanitary conditions. The short version is we need enough money for a plane ticket to Washington State, and fast.

We need help with our $300 plane ticket, some for food until we sort out foodstamps, & at least $100 to keep our phone on until we can find work.

We've been locked out of our GoFundMe account, and to be truthful I don't see one being very effective, so- our cashapp is $LarkspurWoods & our paypal is @KaiThePotatoChip [long story, don't ask lol]

Anything helps!

Goal progress: $0/600

Our Story

We are currently stuck off-grid in Missouri without a way out.

We moved out here to meet & stay with our dad, who is terminally ill, after being kicked out of our mom's in September. Turns out he's got next to nothing, we're all cramped in a single, disgusting RV [4 of us, not counting our aunt and uncle], and we've lost more than we've gained since being out here.

We were promised before our arrival that we would be able to earn an income out here, & have been unable to aside from just enough to pay our phone bill.

This inability to work has been due largely to all the vehicles our dad's family owns having broken down shortly after our arrival, as well as not having [& not being taught!] many useful skills for this lifestyle.

We don't have reliable internet or a way to seek remote work, either.

We haven't been able to do even basic things like take care of personal hygiene out here. We feel absolutely disgusting. We hate living this way.

We were supposed to get food stamps & our wisdom teeth out, but we can't...

Our father owes us money for the several weeks we have spent splitting wood for him, & has failed to deliver.

There is usually barely enough to eat, as well.

On top of all this, his sister and her husband are ignorant, bigoted, criminally violent alcoholics. They have near-daily instigated arguing and fighting since they arrived a day after we did.

Occasionally there are "good days." On one such day, November 25th, we ended up accidentally having an [attempted civil] discussion about intersex people and advanced biology in which we tried to inform them their worldview was outdated, got shut down, and then mentioned how we felt disrespected- they ended up heated and we walked away from them. they followed us, assaulted us, and their dog bit us 3 times on our ass, left arm, & face.

In addition, we have received multiple thinly veiled death threats when they're upset.

We called the sheriff, and they did nothing.

When our aunt and uncle are sober, they're not as volatile, although still incredibly emotionally abusive, prone to gaslighting, and manipulative.

We do not feel safe here, especially not as they have made it clear they have no intention of leaving anytime soon.

We have several friends and family members in the Oregon-Washington area, as well as a long-distance partner whom we've been dying to see for over a year. Our father promised to assist us with funding a trip to see them and, again, has failed to deliver.

We have been given explicit permission by several people, including our partner's family, that we have a place to stay out there, but we can't afford the plane ticket. after almost 2 months of working, we have only $50 to show for it.

We want desperately to see our partner for the holiday season and to escape our unsafe environment, and it feels like the entire world is against us right now.

We've spent weeks monitoring plane ticket prices, and the lowest is about ~$300 right now counting baggage fees.

We don't even have food money, let alone cash to get any gift for our s/o...

We've talked with a family member & they've offered to help us with getting a job as much as they can, but it's remote, and again we're off grid and don't always have gas to power the generator.

I am BEGGING anyone who has taken the time to read this to help us in some fashion.

We need help with our $300 plane ticket, some for food until we sort out foodstamps, & at least $100 to keep our phone on til we can work.

We can't promise much due to our shitty circumstances, but anything that we can do to assist or return the help we will do- we dabble with art, graphic design, music production, & video editing if people need help. We edit picrews and like making phone wallpapers as well. Just ask, and we'll try our best to do it.

This society has failed us severely. We want to make something more of ourself- we just really need some help.

Thank you to any and all for reading this, and we thank you even more if you decide to help.

[bloody-teared-angel]

Once again, I came across a defense post for St*las in the 'anti' and 'critical' tag and boy, do I have some thoughts.

The post screenshotted a post about the OG Paranoid DJ song 'Look My Way' and the tags underneath, defending St*las. Let's get into it shall we?

(DO NOT SENT HARRASMENT TO THIS PERSON!! I DO NOT CONDONE THIS BEHAVIOR!)

Stella and Octavia Deserve Better. There. I said it. They deserve better than to be written as a two dimensional a*usive spouse so the se* ab* would look better, so the writers could have an excuse to make it seem he is not in the wrong, his daughter deserves better than to be brought up as a plot device for his man pain.

Stella and Octavia deserved to have a mother and daughter relationship on screen, Stella deserved complexity since she's in the same boat as S*las if not worse.

Now, onto the person's post.

When did Stella destroy his stuff? When did she r* him repeatedly? From what I remember, they did it until Stella became pregnant then from what I remember they barely touched each other.

Until it was made in s2 that Stella was a* for Stolas to look good.

In s1 Stella threw an Imp at him which I think is justified, after what he did to her. When you think about it, Stella carried the brunt of it.

"Oh, the sad little owl was a* so it is ok if he neglects his own daughter, uwu."

Bollock.

Does it explain his actions? Yes. Excuse them? No.

No child should ever be caught in the crossfire. Especially one that is still at a vulnerable stage. St*as openly flirts with his booty call in front of her, doesn't listen to her until Octavia gets visibly upset or runs away, only then he starts to care.

It's easy to call S*as the better parent when we have no one else to compare him to.

I have no idea where this person was going with this, if it was reversed we would treat the woman in the scenario the same, since (if Blitz was a woman we will go with that) she would still se*a* someone else, who was doing it for the sake of feeding her daughter and employees.

TLDR: Allegedly, the VA for both Stella and S*as said, that the two are going to have complex relationship, which was hinted at Loo Loo Land but got discarded in favor of melodrama and woobification of S*as.

*snorts*

Good writing, my ass, Miss Medrano said on multiple occasions that she has no idea where HB is going, she writing things on the go and the fanbase is also influencing her fanbase due to how much she is in kahoots with them.

So um. You are telling is not to engage with media. At all. We are not allowed to criticize the show, is what you are telling us.

Fun fact, most of the people who are criticizing it are ex-fans or still fans that are still holding out hope that the show would get better.

And guess what, people would be wasting their time by watching the show so the people who were invested at LEAST want to finish S2 so their time would not go to waste.

PS: I was one of the fans. I enjoyed s1. I came to love Blitz. And I hate what the show is doing it to him.

We are not doing anything to you. We are using the appropriate tags, we are staying in our lane, you are the one who posted it into 'anti' and 'critical' tags, that's going exactly against what you are saying.

We can engage with the media we consume, weather we love it or hate it.

[neurotypicalabusesurvivor]

We need to put wife beaters and parents who spank their children in the same box.

Sorry domestic violence is domestic violence.

[robotpussy]

ok im going to remake this post as the original was worded terribly.

tw: domestic abuse, assault

"Jonathan Majors Arrested in NYC for Assaulting Woman, Rep: He's Done Nothing Wrong"

im also going to add this here TW: DOMESTIC ABUSE AND ASSAULT

"Our sources tell us the alleged victim had visible injuries -- including a laceration behind her ear, redness and marks to her face. She was taken to an area hospital and is in stable condition. As for Majors … he was cuffed and taken to jail on the spot, as police felt there was enough evidence for probable cause. We're hearing he is currently out of custody."

[anetherealpoetess]

still can't get over hit man. glen powell's character tells a victim of domestic abuse to leave her husband and she stares up at him, big wet bambi eyes, in total awe of his wisdom because leaving her husband had simply never occurred to her before. yes! that's why women stay with abusive men! because it has never occurred to them to leave! and not because of financial abuse, fear, isolation, family expectations, religious expectations, reproductive coercion or anything. (look at how we still treat domestic abuse survivors; look at how we treated amber heard.) and the next time she sees glen powell's character, she breathlessly thanks him for saving her. are you fucking kidding me. and male critics ate this up! nobody mentioned how ridiculous this was!

[starboymuse]

unfortunately, this is all too common. there’s no room for men of any age or profession to be committing domestic violence.

i don’t care if he’s a “promising” talent and i don’t care that he’s “young” because so is she. get him off my team.

[as-above-rp]

Three Diamonds - How much legal trouble has your muse been in? What caused it?

Card Suits Asks | Accepting!

Most of the muses here have a clean record! But there are a handful who have seen some trouble with the law.

Yue used to have an extensive juvenile record. Theft, burglary, drinking, trespassing, fights at school, destruction of property--anything and everything he could do that would ruin his chances of being eligible for hero training when he turned 17. It was all pardoned and sealed when he turned 18, but he's got one DUI on his record from his early twenties. He doesn't have any records of the later dr.ug use (or former assassin work) on record, but he went to rehab for his dr.ug and alc.0h0l abu.se in his mid twenties, and he's 11 years sober now!

Riot in his mainverse has a little bit of a record. He's got one count of destruction of private property, and one for assault. He would argue that the place he trashed deserved it for being run by a bunch of bigots and racists, and the assault was all self defense that got pinned on him because he happened to be drinking that night. The assault charge was later dropped, but the case is still on his record.

Tommy had a tiiiny juvenile record, for trespassing and assault/battery for fights he got into during middleschool & high school. His only "big boy" offense is being discharged from the Army for bad conduct (namely excessive drinking, challenging authority, and assaulting another officer for getting too handsy with him). He spent some time in a military prison for it, and lost the majority of his veteran rights/benefits as a result.

Kairi has a couple of legal troubles under her belt. One was with her first job out of collage with a laboratory, who accused her of malpractice and misuse of licensed property while she was using herself as a guinea pig for an experimental treatment for her hereditary heart disease (which she later perfected with few side effects to future patients). She avoided any charges against her by agreeing to turn over all her research on the disease/treatment and resign from her position as a biomed engineer, under the condition that her father would still be included in the credits of that research--which they thankfully honored.

The other incident....well, i'll just put it under a read more. CW: mentions of mutila.ti0n, d0me.stic abu.se, and se.xual as.sault.

She actually turned herself in for assault and mutilation after she castrated her ex boyfriend, who had come home inebriated and tried to force himself on her. There was a lot of mental and some physical abuse that was going on before that led up to her "snapping", so it didn't just happen out of the blue. She did go to trial over it and spent a few months in *JAIL, but she got off pretty lucky, all things considered.

(( mun note here, I am well aware that things, unfortunately, don't go this smoothly for women/AFAB people in the justice system--i know all too well, being AFAB in the US, myself. But seeing as this blog is a creative outlet for myself, I believe I'm well within my rights to give a fem character a "win" in fiction, since AFAB folks in reality rarely get that chance themselves. Please don't come at me with inappropriate comments or questions about the topics mentioned above, because I will just block you without a second thought. Thank you ♡ ))

[joinmeinenvy]

The Silent Sacrifice // Self Para

mentions: @moody-money

trigger warning: domestic violence, pregnancy and trauma, hospital, emotional manipulation, topic of abortion, violence, blood, trauma response, mental health struggle, feelings of inadequacy of being a mother, just general sadness

Five Years Ago

"The genius bar has nothing on you," Francesca said, offering Donovan a smile as he set her old laptop down in front of her. The thing had been glitching, constantly flashing to a black screen, and she couldn’t figure out why. She was still surprised by her friendship with her sister’s ex. Their last encounter had been unforgettable—his escape from New York after needing money to leave town. Francesca had been twelve, her conscience still sharp, and she’d overheard her father’s evil plans. The gang life had been tough back then, and it was only worse now. It felt like fate had brought them back together, even more so that they’d become friends. She’d always liked Donovan. He had a good heart and had treated her sister well.

A hand grips her shoulder, and Francesca stiffens, though she forces a smile. Xavier Kentwood was her boyfriend. Their relationship had started so sweetly—flowers, extravagant dates, thoughtful gifts. He was a lawyer, polished and ambitious, ticking every box she thought she wanted. But then things began to shift. He was under pressure, trying to make partner at his law firm, and the stress showed. At first, it was just yelling. He’d apologize afterward, and there’d be peace—until it happened again. Then came the breaking and throwing of objects. Again, he’d apologize, promising it wouldn’t happen anymore. But recently, the violence had turned toward her. All it took was asking to adjust the time of their dinner reservation, and he exploded. Her ribs still ached from the consequences.

Xavier glared at the hacker, his disdain evident as he took in the man’s rumpled, unpolished appearance. “Thanks, Jonathan,” he said curtly, dismissing him without a second thought. Donovan shot Francesca a look, his own eyes narrowing slightly. “C’mon, babe. We’re late,” Xavier said sharply. Her eyes widened—she knew how much he hated being late. Donovan’s expression shifted, something flickering in his gaze, almost like recognition. Francesca forced a smile, not wanting to cause a scene. As they left the store, Xavier’s hand clamped down on her arm, his grip tight and unrelenting. A gasp escaped her as she instinctively jerked back, trying to pull away. “Let go!” she demanded, her voice trembling with panic. Xavier’s eyes darkened, shifting from their usual pretty blue to something cold and unforgiving, like ice.

“Do you like him? Are you cheating on me?” Xavier roared, dragging Francesca into a shadowed alley. Before she could respond, he shoved her against the cold brick wall, his voice a relentless storm of accusations and fury. He yelled and screamed, his words cutting like knives. Every instinct in her body urged her to run, to fight, to cry out for help—but instead, she retreated into the silence of her mind. She tried to block out the horror, willing herself to disappear into the safety of her thoughts, far away from the cruel reality unfolding around her. It worked for a second. She didn’t register the first hit. “You’re pathetic,” he spat, his voice venomous. “You’re lucky to have me. Who else would ever want you?” Her tears fell freely now, and she clutched her stomach as if holding herself together, trying not to break completely.

Xavier's yelling abruptly stopped, his voice cut off mid-rant. Francesca opened her eyes, startled, to see a figure standing behind him. “It's Donovan, by the way," the figure said casually, just before landing a brutal punch. Xavier crumpled to the ground, blood streaming from his nose and mouth. Francesca stood frozen, unable to look away as Donovan dropped down and continued the assault, each blow landing with force and fury.

~

The hospital room is heavy with silence as they sit together. The doctors are still running their tests, likely already contacting the police about what happened. They refuse to discharge her, insisting a mental health professional will be arriving soon. Francesca lies curled up on the examination table, her body tense and small. Beside her, Donovan sits with an air of quiet resolve, his presence grounding in the silence. His hand is wrapped around hers, his fingers warm against the cold, as though he could offer some measure of comfort, though nothing could fill the empty space inside her. “You need to call your family. They should know what happened,” he whispers. “I can’t.” Her words are flat, devoid of emotion, yet resolute in their finality. The thought of reaching out to anyone feels unbearable, a weight she isn’t ready to carry. She just wants to forget. She wants it to vanish from her mind. “You need to talk to someone,” Donovan presses, his voice steady but soft. “Keeping this inside will only make it worse.” Francesca remains silent, her eyes focused on nothing in particular, the pull of his words sinking in. She knows he’s right, but the thought of reliving it, of opening herself to someone else’s gaze, feels like a betrayal to the quiet, fragile shell she’s clinging to. She can’t let this break her. She won’t let it undo the strength she’s fought so hard to build. “Why’d you help me?” Francesca asks after a long pause, her gaze shifting to his. He had no reason to. Their relationship was friendly but they barely knew each other besides the occasional run in. For a moment, Donovan says nothing. “Because I know what it’s like,” he replies quietly, his voice soft but laden with an understanding she can’t quite grasp. No more words are spoken. The room returns to its hushed state, but something shifts in the space between them. Francesca doesn’t release his hand. Instead, she tightens her grip, not out of desperation, but as a silent promise. She doesn’t let go.

~

The pink plus sign on the test was all it took to unravel her. Tears blurred her vision as she stared at the small plastic strip, its stark symbol a cruel reminder of the past she had tried so hard to escape. Months had passed since it happened, but it felt like no time at all. Francesca had changed everything—her phone number, her apartment—anything she could think of to keep him from finding her. The security at work had been instructed to call the police immediately if he showed up. She had started therapy, taking slow, careful steps toward healing. And yet, this. Why now? She had been so careful.

There was a soft knock on the door, followed by it creaking open. It was Donovan—the only person who knew, the one she trusted to keep the dark parts of her past safe. Wordlessly, she handed him the test, unable to speak the words that had been choking her since she saw the result. Her body looked no different. She hadn’t gained weight, nor did she feel the usual signs of pregnancy—no morning sickness, no changes she could pinpoint. It felt like a cruel trick. She hadn’t been with anyone since that night, and so it left only one possibility: Xavier.

“What do you want to do?” Donovan asked quietly, his voice full of the care that had always been there, no matter how many walls she built around herself. “It’s not exactly legal, but I know someone who might be able to help.”

The words hit her like a wave, but she didn’t have the luxury of time. She was already past the legal limit for a simple procedure. A doctor’s approval would be needed, and with it came the risk of a paper trail—a record that could lead back to Xavier. He would find out, and that would be the last thing she could allow. Xavier would do anything to regain control over her, even if it meant dragging her through a nightmare of courtrooms, forcing his way back into her life, tying her to him forever. She looked down at her stomach, her mind spinning. No hatred. No anger. Just an overwhelming disappointment in herself. She wasn’t ready for this, not for the tiny life growing inside her. She could barely keep herself together, let alone raise a child. Her own upbringing had been a disaster. She was hardly a model for motherhood.

“No,” she said quietly, her voice shaking. “I don’t want to do that.” It wasn’t fair to the life that was starting to take shape inside her, but the fear of what would happen to that child—foster care, strangers, uncertainty—clung to her like a dark cloud. Her work with the nonprofit had shown her all too clearly how fragile the system was. The thought of her child falling into it was enough to break her.

She looked at Donovan. He was gentle and kind, a man who had lost so much through no fault of his own, yet still found the strength to help others. A man who knew what it was like to lose everything—everything—because of love, and yet he was here, caring for her, asking nothing in return. He was a good man.

A thought struck her, sudden and surprising, but it felt like the only possible solution.

“What if you took it?” she asked, her voice barely above a whisper. The idea felt crazy, but there was something about it that clicked, like a puzzle piece falling into place. Donovan looked at her, confusion flickering in his eyes, and for a moment, she almost doubted herself. But then the idea made sense. Donovan had always expressed a longing for a family, but his body had been damaged in ways that made that impossible. But maybe, just maybe, they could make it work. It was a crazy thought, but in her heart, she knew it was the best option she had. Maybe this was how she could right a wrong, fix a family sin—by giving Donovan the one thing he could never have for himself.

[fullmetalvenus]

Help a queer, disabled creator recover from domestic violence.

I usually try to keep my posts here to my visual art. I was assaulted twice by an ex partner who was living with me last month, the second time involved their arrest. My friend set up a gofundme after the incident but these injuries are causing me daily pain now and impacting my ability to work significantly more than I'd anticipated.

As a dancer, I do not have worker or employee status, so I am not eligible for sick pay. I am able to create maybe once a week, which is barely enough to feed myself currently. I am terrified.

The case has not yet gone to trial and I'm dreading the future, but I'm trying to remain as hopeful as I can.

Please donate if you can, anything helps. Reblogs and shares help. I'm grateful for all the support I've received so far, I genuinely wouldn't be here without it.

My inbox is also open for serious work inquiries on my premades.

[alistairian]

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