#rape for ts

[neednothavehappenedtobetrue]

hi mutuals, I don't want to pick on people but if you're posting screenshots about the Neil Gaiman situation, please make sure they are tagged with something? text posts generally get filtered out if they have his name or the word "rape" in them, but screenshots from other social medias do not necessarily and I would like to curate my online space in a way that will not make me insane.

[nancylou444]

Minions/hellers, once again failing Reading Comprehension

The post in question:

(x)

Notice the disclaimer and the tags.

And it's not even my original post they are bitching about, but @walker-girl reblog (x).

Idiot #1:

This idiot has NO posts and NO likes. They are following 4 blogs, none of which are me or walker-girl, so HOW did they stumble across the reblog?

Needless to say, defnezaman is now blocked.

Idiot #2:

Oh yes, hiding behind anon makes one big and brave, asswipe.

Idiots #3:

If I'M a disgusting vile creature, than what the fuck is Idiot #2?

[whisperthatruns]

                   Fall

    To the underworld I went with the god. I was gullible.     Promising. He promised me a replica of the world

    where nothing died because everything---the orchard,     the apples, the pomegranates--- was already dead.

    At the center of my new life there was a bed. A bell     I rang when I was hungry for his attention. I felt alive

    for the first time, in love though what we made, what he made     my body do with his body, day and night, night and day, wasn’t love.

    If being his meant being mine then I chose what wasn’t a choice:     I swallowed his seed. I stayed to stay alive. Never mind

    the details I missed--- smell of witchgrass, chatter of people     living for the first and only time--- except that I missed being missed.

Paul Tran, from “Year of the Monkey,” All the Flowers Kneeling (Penguin Books, 2022)

[landunderthewave]

Woah, Danny Masterson (Steven Hyde in that '70s Show) was apparently convicted for rape and sentenced to 30 years in prison. Scientology declared his accusers as Fair Game and started an extensive harassment campaign against them. Then letters from Mila Kunis and Ashton Kutcher surfaced in support of Masterson.

Shit people hu

[ladyloveandjustice]

I have to say, "Athena cursed Medusa and her sisters because she's an mean lesbian who's afraid of Zeus's homophobia, so she punishes her gf for being raped by making it so she turns men to stone, classic manhating lesbian move" sure is a way to add extra layers of ick to Ovid's version of the Medusa myth, and i didn't know it was even possible to make that worse! I have no idea why you'd want to do that, though. That's a DNF

[hellsbellschime]

I need to say this and you're really only one of my mutuals who I feel kinda safe saying this to, but as a pro Palestine supporter I'm horrified by the way some Pro Palestine supporters (not on here) approach the issue of sexual assault on October 7th which I've been forced to accept happened. From these people I get the undeniable sense that they actually think that if they address it, even show sympathy for any victims, they're endorsing Israel or their IOF or the lives of Palestinian people that were tragically lost in the months after October 7th which is just wild to me. Even if no sexual assault occurred on October 7th it's the way these people were so ready to believe that it didn't because they thought it would invalidate the Palestianian cause when the Palestianian cause is (tm) is about justice, and no context will ever justify or excuse sexual violence. These two issues should be able to co exist, and somehow it fucking doesn't for these people!

I just have immense sympathy for Jewish people particularly women who are feeling alienated/betrayed thanks to this whole matter because I hear genuine nonsense like "Oh you're weaponing SA" if you want to acknowledge what occurred on October 7th. It bothers me to put it lightly that some people are willing to take what was more than likely the worst thing that happened to these people and just basically not hold the perpetrators accountable because these people belong to a cause they support.... that's really fucking dangerous!

Its even more unforgivable when some victims involved were apparently minors and still these people are silent because their too much of a coward to speak about it because they don't see Israelis as human. You're justified in hating Israel but you're not justified in just.... avoiding the horror of what was done to Israelis because it makes YOU uncomfortable, because you're afraid, because whatever. This feels even more urgent to me given its Women's History month but some of the worst perpetrators of this whole issue have been women themselves which makes it even worse.

The whole denialism also reeks of antisemitism from some corners.

Um yeah, I have a lot of feelings about this, one of the biggest of which is that it's beyond disturbing that you feel unsafe saying this publicly, because it is so obviously and undeniably wrong. I understand that people just want there to be an easy villain and hero, but sexual assault and rape are such a telling and important war crime because there is no utility in it. You can make an argument that almost every crime you can imagine, theft, destruction of property, even murder can be "useful" in war, but sexual violence has no purpose or utility beyond humiliation and trauma. It is cruelty for the sake of it, and you can't even create the illusion of some kind of justification.

But the denialism is antisemitic, and not just partially or in some corners. Horrifically, rape of women (and men and children too) has pretty much always been seen as "the spoils of war," so these rapes and sexual abuses are unfortunately not unique in that sense. But denying their existence is antisemitic because A. once again, 10/7 was not some rebellion or resistance against Israel, it was a terrorist attack on civilians that was perpetrated by a directly stated antisemitic terrorist group, and B. because rape has been used as a weapon against Jewish people for millennia as a specific and targeted form of terrorism and abuse. I mean, one of the prevailing theories about why Judaism is matrilineal is because rape of Jewish women was just that common. So to have absolute proof that these things have happened and either act as if it's justified or literally deny the reality right in front of their faces is antisemitic, across the board, zero exceptions.

And I hate to speculate because god knows what will happen, but it's extremely likely that things are going to get worse before they get better. There are still a lot of hostages that haven't been returned or even seen in weeks or months, and Hamas has repeatedly turned down deals to exchange hostages for a ceasefire. There are only a few things that this can mean. One of the most absurd but still likely options is that they just don't know where the hostages are anymore, which also almost certainly doesn't mean anything good anyway. It's highly unlikely that all of these people vanished into thin air and are coincidentally being treated well. And another obvious possibility is that whatever has been done to them is so horrific and/or so undeniable that Hamas doesn't want them to be released, because as of now they're winning the PR war and are literally getting people to agree that either the sexual violence didn't happen or it was somehow deserved.

Clearly I can't know that this is the case and there are other possibilities to explain why Hamas has repeatedly passed on a ceasefire, but there's no benefit to not even showing proof of life for these hostages unless something REAL fucked up happened or is happening to them. But regardless, I feel it really bears repeating, an organization with the stated intention of destroying all Jews then raping and sexually abusing a bunch of Jewish people is SO absurdly antisemitic that it's like the kind of comically outsized example you would try to make to explain bigotry to someone who heard the word for the first time two minutes ago, so the people who are still denying this reality are neo-Nazis in SJW clothing.

[neednothavehappenedtobetrue]

made the ill-advised decision to tell my dad about some things I was emotional about (I know! why do I ever think parents are for that!)

he immediately responded with a rape joke. that'll learn me.

[chiistarri]

i actually highkey hate him now

[whisperthatruns]

Landscape with the Fall of Icarus: Oil on Canvas: Pieter Bruegel the Elder: 1560

[cw: rape, incest]

Given that the door had to be opened and closed, the jeans unbuttoned and unzipped, the right hand placed over my mouth while the left hand held me, held me

there, held me down, I can’t help but think, again then, then and again, that suffering, its human position, isn’t entirely random

because someone has to decide, at some point, with purpose or not, that they’re going to get what they want or what they tell themselves they want

in order to get what they really want even if it means hurting another, even if it means hurting them both, even if they can’t discern what they really want

or that they’re hurting, yet, until the hurt and the want, lacking explanation, or eluding it, become indiscernible

from the rest of their suffering, confused for and eclipsing that suffering, the way the story of sunlight melting wax wings is confused for the story of hubris and eclipses the story of the child

following the father, as the child was instructed to, from one dungeon to another of sky, and given that, given all that followed

when I followed my father from our dungeon to one of men not unlike my father and me, I could’ve blamed him

for the him who followed, could’ve maintained the story that it was neither sunlight nor hubris that defeated me but descent

while bystanders stood by, and I could’ve reframed the defeat as the defect of my wings, my descent as my dissent to flight, and though I did, though I did whenever and however

to suit my schemes, my shifting schema, I accept, for now, just now, that in the story it was me, and only me, falling from the sky

to the sea, that as I struggled against my end I struggled, too, against the fact, falling and falling, that the end would end, and as I fell

from one blue dungeon to another, I saw as I fell closer and closer to the end, the instant preceding the end

when everything could still be changed, in the infinite blue of the water the infinite blue of the sky and my face, my father’s face and his, looking back.

Paul Tran, All the Flowers Kneeling (Penguin Books, 2022)

[queermania]

Dean's just a little rapey is all

canonically only one of the brothers is a rapist and it's not dean so

[favroitecrime]

this whole situation just highlights how so many of you are so okay with dating horrible people and excusing their harmful actions and believe you're not horrible for excusing it. like be so serious acting like her excusing his actions, even as a fling, even as PR, isn't absolutely horrible is insane. working with someone he was racist to? jfc. her making the song before dating him (which i don't even believe cause let's be real) is even WORSE because she knew her, worked with her, and then hung out with someone who was downright racist and horrible about her.

[swordofthesanguine]

[porchtart]

May I humbly ask who Nikolae and Katya are? (I assume they're your ocs??)

I've seen you tag half the stuff you've rbed from me with them and they sound p interesting ngl 👀

AHHHH omg of course! So sorry, they're all I think about these days so I'm sure most of my blog at this point is tagged with them haha! Nikolae is my OC, and Katya is my friend @angeyrot's OC! We are writing a long rp with them right now that we're going to turn into a more readable book series when we're done. We've written something like 300k words in the last 3 months alone, so there will be plenty to work with when the time comes to make it available for public consumption.

Nikolae is a very old, very violent and fucked up vampire that lives in a cursed living castle that is slowly dying. He's a very unpleasant, miserable person that I often describe as more animalistic than human, kind of like a maneating tiger that eats people that wander into his territory.

Katya is a vampire slayer that tracks Nikolae down with the intent of slaying him as revenge for the fact that he killed her mother. She's a very clever and cunning girl, but is not very wise. She's also extremely brutal and good at killing, like him.

Katya ends up being imprisoned by Nikolae in his castle, and their relationship develops from there. It's very Beauty and the Beast in a lot of ways, but like.... if they were both deeply traumatized and kind of horrible. She goes from actively trying to kill him to trying to learn more about him in order to hurt him very badly before killing him, and they end up sexually and romantically entangled. In the story we deal with a lot of themes of queerness and shame, and cycles of abuse and trauma.

Here's a post of angeyrot and I talking about the Themes and Vibes.

These two OC asks here and here have a little more info about Nikolae.

Tags: #katya tag/#yekaterina muzafarova, #nikolae tag/#nikolae horvatinčić, #nikkat tag, #slayerverse

Some more recent drawings of them:

Aaaaaaaand for posterity, a couple of old doodles with their old designs before Nikolae became bigger and more unkempt <3

[hellsbellschime]

So Ashton Kutcher and Mila Kunis both wrote character letters for Danny Masterson, and while there is a lot for me to absorb here, the fact that Ashton Kutcher thought to mention that Danny was always on time to work is just flummoxing me. I know that you don't need to be smart to be an actor, or be a good writer to be an actor, but I just can't grasp how this man wrote a letter defending a serial rapist that he almost certainly knew would become public and actually thought "please factor in his punctuality when you sentence him for multiple violent rapes."

[neednothavehappenedtobetrue]

okay!

you currently feel like a trapped animal ready to chew your own hand off at the wrist to get free.

but that's not real. it's just a feeling.

(Big Anger and the prospect of estrangement under the cut, metions of rape and suicidality).

on Monday, HR is going to fix your paycheck. if they refuse to make it retroactive, you can loop in L, M, and N and see who they can escalate to. they owe you (redacted) dollars and they will pay you (redacted) dollars or you will quit your job.

if you have to shelve querying for a little while so you can look for a better job, you will not die it will hurt, but it will not kill you.

tomorrow, text Z and get some time on her calendar for Budgeting Round One.

your brain is generating worst-case scenarios and then looping on them for hours at a time. please try to stop doing that.

you will make a budget.if you have to, you will get a new job. this is BIG SCARY but less big scary than just Doing This Forever.

and then you will invite your parents to go to family therapy. if that doesn't work, you will write them a letter. you will say the stuff you need to say so it does not rot inside of your body and make you so sick you die. they will react how they do. maybe you will need to stop talking to them for a week or two. maybe you will have to stop talking to them forever.

your brain is creating an itemized list of scary escalations they could do if you tried to set a boundary with them (driving to your apartment, forcing you to go back to PA with them, etc.) your brain is spending a lot of itself on making disaster plans for emergencies that are, at worst, a year out and, at best, never going to happen.

your brain is scripting what you will tell your brother, your pastor, your aunts and cousins. you do not need to know those things yet.

please get your brain to stop looping and go to sleep.

you are doing this because you are scared. I think you are a little bit scared that the next time your dad snaps at you on the phone, instead of bursting into tears and folding yourself up like an origami swan, you will instead go YOU DON'T GET TO MAKE ME FEEL UNLOVEABLE ANYMORE FUCK YOU FOREVER NEVER SPEAK TO ME AGAIN and you know you can't do that until you can pay your own rent.

I think for part of your brain it would be a relief if they did something totally out of pocket, something you could say to people and they would go 'oh, that's why you don't talk to them anymore, that tracks"

maybe take a break from trying to be grateful it's not worse, grateful that you get to do this on your own timeline, grateful that you can't imagine them doing anything dangerous (apart from the dangerous things they have already done, but those things were neglect-dangerous not abuse-dangerous)

you know, even typing this, that the best-case scenario is to get to a place where you have a sustainable relationship with them. you only want to nuke them from orbit because you feel so trapped and scared.

but maybe just take a little hiatus from gratitude that they didn't/aren't hurting you worse. stop imagining your calmest and most reasonable communication of boundaries in the face of the scariest thing you can imagine them doing. they probably will not do that thing and also there is no legal mandate that you have to be as calm and rational as possible in your maladaptive emergency planning/daydreams.

imagine how it would feel to go "no, fuck you, the ketamine is keeping me from literally dying, I will not stop taking it because I do not wish to literally die. you have done zero things ever to help me in pursuit of not becoming a suicide statistic, even when i was a child and you had an obligation."

imagine how it would feel to go "no, fuck you, I am as loveable as any person who can use a knife properly and I always have been. fuck you for spoon-feeding that garbage to me when I was too young to know better."

"fuck you for preferring shaved leegs with self-harm bandages on them to unshaven legs. your priorities are broken."

"fuck you for every single thing you have ever said about my body and the way I feed it."

"fuck you for every nasty, belittling little remark I am supposed to swallow"

"fuck you for telling me it wasn't rape! you are not the arbiter of that! fuck you for telling me "don't call it that" like my language was the priority when I came to you in pain. your priorities are broken"

"fuck you for brushing me off the first time I tried to tell you I had anxiety. fuck you for convincing me I was lying about having migraines."

"you guys are mean and your priorities are wrong and you did not try very hard to keep me from dying between the ages of 12-18 and you did not have my back when a boy gave me PTSD. you praised that boy for taking such good care of me and you told me "oh, you'll get over it," when I told you he had raped and terrorized me. and you fed me poison that made me grateful for him for a long time before I left."

you might love me, but you sure do treat me like I am hard to love. you do not respect me even a little bit. you are not reliably kind. you do not see me. you refuse to engage with the lived realities of my life. you do not love me in a way that feels like love, now that I have been loved by people who do not prefer a version of me that doesn't exist.

come correct or spend the rest of your life telling people that your daughter was a crazy person who cut you off for no reason. I'm prepared to spend the holidays alone, are you?

you will be able to tell them a version of this in three to eighteen months, depending on how the budgeting and a possible subsequent job hunt go. it will be scary but you will no longer feel like chewing off your own hand every night.

[whisperthatruns]

                3

In a version of the story there’s no ocean. No waves racing in. No waves retreating. Their behavior neither the behavior of memory nor the past. In a version of the story

there’s no soldier. No rifle. No bullet wound marking skull after skull like a period at the end of a sentence. No final thought for each prisoner. In a version of the story

there’s no sand. No beach. No adjective to modify or justify the washed-away blood. No propaganda for beauty. No grotesque agenda. In a version of the story

there’s no line of women robbed of their womanhood. No prayers. No answering bodhisattva. No means to know if no answer is the answer. In a version of the story

there’s no ship. No going forward. No getting back. No inner compass or magnetic field or spinning needle or stars to tell my mother where she is. In a version of the story

there’s no story. No sleepless dawn. No twilight. Nothing happened. My mother disappears whatever blights her the way she now makes her living: altering and tailoring the story

as though the truth were trousers to be hemmed. She changes and is changed by how she tells her story. There is no truth. Only a version. Aversion. A verge. A vengeance.

Paul Tran, from “Scheherazade / Scheherazade,��� All the Flowers Kneeling (Penguin Books, 2022)