#sa ///

[chrissy-kaos]

Our secrets are what make us lonely..

But no one else knows the weight we carry

[writingtraumaforever]

Minor Sonic Movie related vent but it actually has more to do with the actors and every time I see anything with Tom and Sonic, I just get the ick because of this, and it sucks—

If you don’t want to have the character/actor potentially ruined for you too, I don’t recommend reading this. Bask in blissful ignorance.

But this is for the sake of awareness.

TW IN TAGS.

So forever ago, I watched the documentary about child stars who grew up on the Nickelodeon channel called ‘Quiet On Set’. In this documentary, Drake Bell comes forward and tell his story on severe SA and r*pe and grooming that was done to him for YEARS, ending when he was about 15 years old if I’m recalling correctly.

I’m not going to talk about the Drake Bell allegations and such, that’s not why I’m making this.

I’m making this because during his story, he talks about standing in court as a CHILD and looking at all the A-list stars and celebrities that were there defending his abuser. How so many wrote letters to the judge defending his abuser’s character and persona in an attempt to get his sentence reduced or the case dropped altogether.

Let me clarify. What this abuser did to Drake was absolutely and unequivocally one of the most disgusting things I’ve ever heard in my life, and it’s not for the weak hearted. As someone who was kidnapped and r*ped as a child, it was extremely triggering for me and frankly struck a nerve.

The celebrities that defended this abuser were listed and named. One of which was James Marsden, the man who plays ‘Tom Wachowski’ in the Sonic franchise.

Now. I know there’s nothing wrong with Tom. He’s a character. A beloved one that most of the fandom has accepted with wide arms. But I just wanted to let everyone know… James Marsden sucks. Like. S u c k s. Anyone who would defend such vile acts against a child has no business being in a children’s movie, and in my opinion, it wouldn’t be shocking if he likely supports and has committed similar acts in the past.

I had REEEEALLY been hoping Shadow would just kill him in this last movie. But sadly, it didn’t happen.

All this to say, continue loving Tom. I myself write fanfictions with Tom in them. But just—

Be aware.

We all need to be wary with James Marsden.

[shamebats]

[theblvckvenus]

the entire internet focusing on ‘who the real Martha is’, instead of the identity of the powerful writer who groomed and r*ped donny just tells you what you need to know about the state of our society.

[come1nalone]

[chumsterfire]

Playing with this new meme template

[gcmonsterappreciation]

False accusation fear-mongering is just dressed up modern witch trials.

[selfsabotagingcvnt]

2024 is the year I heal

2024 is the year I have my biggest relapse yet

[gwen-starkk]

[msbunnat]

⚠️SA (Sexual Assault)

~ As soon as possible, Zeus rushes Ganimedes to become immortal by giving his own essence ⚡

[poempoetryandmore]

currently listening to music, because killing myself would be wrong

[atinyslittleworld]

15:05

san x f!reader

Summary: At Coachella, San's jealousy erupts seeing Y/N with another guy.

Word Count: 1k

Genre: best friends to lovers, romance

Warnings: jealousy

San had always been a charismatic performer, his presence on stage commanding the attention of everyone in the audience. This year, performing at Coachella, was no different. The crowd roared with excitement as he and his band rocked the stage, the energy palpable. Yet, amid the lights and the cheers, his eyes kept drifting to one spot in the sea of faces: Y/N.

Y/N, his best friend since forever and the girl he’d been quietly pining for, stood near the front. She was the reason he pushed himself so hard, the muse behind his music. But tonight, something was off. As San sang his heart out, he spotted her talking to another guy. And not just talking—laughing, touching his arm, and looking at him with a smile that twisted something deep inside San.

Jealousy, hot and unbidden, coursed through him. It took every ounce of his willpower to stay focused on the performance, but his mind was a whirlwind of thoughts. Who was this guy? Why was he making Y/N laugh like that? And why did it feel like a knife to his chest every time she touched him?

The set finally ended, the crowd's cheers echoing in his ears as he exited the stage. The rest of the band patted him on the back, congratulating him on a great show, but San’s mind was elsewhere. He barely heard their words as he made his way to the dressing room, his thoughts consumed by the image of Y/N with that guy.

After a quick change, San headed out to see the rest of the show. The music and the crowd buzzed around him, but all he could think about was finding Y/N. He spotted her near one of the stages, the same guy still at her side. His jaw clenched as he approached, every step a battle to keep his emotions in check.

“Y/N,” he called out, trying to keep his tone light despite the storm brewing inside him. She turned, her face lighting up when she saw him, but his eyes flicked to the guy beside her, and his smile tightened.

“San! You were amazing!” Y/N exclaimed, rushing over to hug him. He hugged her back, holding her a bit longer than usual, as if to stake his claim. When they pulled apart, she turned to the guy, still beaming. “This is Alex. He’s an old friend from college.”

San forced a smile, his eyes locked on Alex. “Nice to meet you,” he said, his voice betraying none of the jealousy he felt. Alex seemed nice enough, but all San could think about was how close he was standing to Y/N.

“Great to meet you too, man. You killed it up there,” Alex replied, offering a handshake. San shook his hand, his grip firm, trying to convey without words that Y/N was off-limits.

They stood there, the three of them, and San’s jealousy simmered just below the surface. Y/N was oblivious to the tension, chatting animatedly about the performance and their plans for the rest of the night. San tried to join in, but his mind kept drifting back to how easily Alex had made Y/N laugh, how he had touched her so casually.

As the night went on, San found it harder and harder to keep his jealousy in check. Every time Alex so much as brushed Y/N’s arm, San’s fists clenched at his sides. He wanted nothing more than to pull her away, to tell Alex to back off, but he knew he had to keep his cool.

Finally, when Y/N went to grab a drink, San seized the moment to speak to Alex alone. “So, you and Y/N seem close,” he said, trying to keep his tone neutral.

Alex shrugged, smiling. “Yeah, we go way back. She’s great, isn’t she?”

San’s smile was tight. “Yeah, she is. Just...make sure you don’t cross any lines, okay? She’s important to me.”

Alex raised an eyebrow, sensing the underlying threat in San’s words. “Got it, man. No worries.”

Y/N returned, oblivious to the tension, and the night continued. But San stayed close, making sure Alex knew his place. As the festival wound down and they headed back, Y/N slipped her arm through San’s, leaning her head on his shoulder.

“You okay? You seem tense,” she asked softly.

San forced a smile, looking down at her. “Just...making sure everything’s good.”

She smiled back, squeezing his arm. “With you around, it always is.”

San’s heart swelled at her words, the jealousy fading slightly. Yet, as they moved through the crowd, he couldn't shake the image of Alex touching her. Finally, he couldn't take it anymore.

“Y/N, can we talk somewhere quiet?” he asked, his voice strained.

She nodded, concern flashing in her eyes. They found a secluded spot away from the noise and people, the soft glow of festival lights casting shadows around them.

San took a deep breath, his hands trembling slightly. He stepped closer, his eyes locking onto hers. “Let me kiss you just once, and then we’ll forget it.”

Y/N’s breath hitched, her eyes widening in surprise. “San…”

“Please,” he whispered, his voice raw with emotion. “Just once.”

There was a beat of silence, and then Y/N’s lips curved into a small smile. “What if I don’t want to forget it?”

San’s heart skipped a beat, hope flaring in his chest. “Then we won’t.”

He closed the distance between them, capturing her lips in a kiss that was tender and desperate all at once. It was a kiss that spoke of years of longing and unspoken feelings. Y/N melted into him, her arms wrapping around his neck as she kissed him back with equal fervor.

When they finally pulled apart, both were breathless, their foreheads resting against each other. San smiled, his jealousy replaced by a warmth that spread through his entire being.

“Guess we have a lot to talk about,” Y/N said softly, her fingers playing with the hair at the nape of his neck.

“Yeah,” San agreed, pulling her closer. “But we have all the time in the world.”

[chumsterfire]

Kaladin Stormblessed - LoK Stylization

Versions from Books 1-4

[the-uninspired-artist-account]

Syl!

[traumasurvivors]

“If you report them and there’s actual proof then they’ll be punished. You should report.”

I have an ask in my ask box along these lines and I just want to say…

I reported what happened to me as a child. Seven years of sexual and physical abuse by someone in my family.

I went through the court process for years. Got victim blamed on the stand. And it was Hell.

In the end, he pled guilty and you know what he was given for his plea deal? A curfew. He didn’t serve a single day. He had to be in his house by a certain time at night until a certain time in the morning.

I knew a girl who was sexually abused by her mom’s boyfriend. He admitted guilt right away. You know what happened? He did serve time but he only went to jail on the weekends for about a year and was able to keep dating the mom but he had to live somewhere else so he lived across the highway.

I’m not saying people shouldn’t report. That’s a personal decision. I’m just saying to quit shaming people who don’t. Outside of the fact there often isn’t justice, sometimes reporting is re-traumatizing. Or comes with other consequences.

I got raped at 18 and 23 and never reported either because of the shit I went through in the courts. If I was victim blamed for stuff that happened when I was 6 years old to 13, surely it would be much worse as an adult.

Whether someone reports or not is personal and their decision. It is not on them if the person does it to someone else.