#tw reference to assault

[musicfeedsmysoul12]

“Just a bunch of boneless women flopping around,” she laughs, head thrown back as Emeric snarls, scolding her. Oh please, they’re dead. What’s the big deal?

It’s three years later and some change, when Bernadette Hawke is dropping to her knees, holding a body stitched together from different parts and staring at the dimming light that she knows what the big deal is.

-

Teddy, as she insists people call her, has never been a serious child. Her life was much to serious already, and her dreams were scary. Laughing and playing were much more fun than being serious.

Her mother, when Teddy was a child, appreciated it. But as the girl grew and her antics never dimmed, despaired.

“Oh who is this child?” Leandra would sigh. “Please be serious dear!”

“Oh what is there to be serious about?” Giggled Teddy each time.

Malcom found it funny though at times he would sit Teddy down to remind her that jokes weren’t always funny. She hadn’t understood it. Not really.

She wouldn’t for a long time.

-

Carver once told Teddy he wished her younger would fall out. He’d glared at his sister, face and neck red from the teasing Teddy gave him when she caught the boy sniffing Peaches.

“I can just heal it back on!” Teddy stuck said tongue out before running off with a laugh. She told no one about beating Peaches to an inch of her life when she caught the girl running around in Carver before healing her up, teeth bared and a hissed promise to make it worse next time.

Bethany cried and said Teddy should stop. She’d been so upset about Teddy making jokes about what the boys did behind woodsheds.

“Why?” Teddy asked. She didn’t tell anyone about how she had to make a boy seem like he’d fallen off the shed when he tried to drag her behind it.

“Bernadette!” Leandra shouted when Teddy made crass jokes about the Sisters in Lothering.

“Yes mother dear?” Teddy asked, not telling anyone she caught the sisters making the same jokes.

“Teddy, I’m sorry. Keep smiling,” Malcom told her when he had been forced to rip a demon out of his daughter and died fighting it.

She didn’t let the smile drop.

-

Varric understood a good joke. He was cracking them with Teddy within days of meeting. Isabela was up for a sex joke or a flirt. Merrill was adorably confused, Aveline sighed, Anders snorted, Sebastian acted scandalized even as his eyes twinkled and Fenris was… interesting.

He’d giggle under his breath or mutter a similar joke or he would roll his eyes and…

She didn’t know. Teddy liked it though. Shared all the best jokes with him.

-

“Why couldn’t you be normal. Like Carver?” Despaired Gamlen and the joke danced on her tongue only to be swallowed back.

She didn’t know.

-

Jokes were calming. Jokes were funny! Jokes…

Jokes were supposed to make her smile.

-

Merrill isn’t talking to her. The memory of refusing to give the tool to her, the memory of a Demon screaming in her skull… it burned. Though the elf girl was kind enough to bring food and take Bear out for a walk, the dog happy to finally move after days of being locked up, Teddy to drink to pay attention.

Fenris came by, carrying wine. They drank together.

She didn’t utter a single joke.

-

Feynril was Tranquil.

Fuck.

The joke was in her mouth, it was biting her tongue. It was screaming in her head.

She swallowed.

She fucked up.

Teddy slumped, sliding down to sit on the street as the screams of the woman she failed echoed out the house.

No one said anything to her.

What was she doing?

-

Mouth against mouth, skin against skin- lyirum burning in the air.

It’s a wild night. It’s a beautiful night.

It ends with him leaving and Teddy alone again. She clutches her hands to her chest and sobs.

-

It’s a mistake.

No it’s not.

It is and isn’t. She likes Anders. He’s kind, he’s sweet. His mouth is so soft and Teddy is…

Teddy aches from lyrium touches and wants soft ones.

-

She tells a joke while running through the Deep Roads. Anders throws his head back and laughs even as Justice rattles in his head.

Carver is sighing as Varric snickers. Isabela cackles and smiles and…

The jokes spill from her lips, with twinkling eyes and hysterical laughter that has her with her head between her knees soon enough.

-

She loves Anders. Fell in love with time and care.

She loves him and forgets about the lyrium touches. These touches are better.

“Teddy,” Anders says and it feels like she flies.

-

“I trust you.” Teddy says to Isabela.

It’s not enough. Teddy is not enough and she battles a man who looks down his nose at her with a sneer. Who calls her Bas and dangerous.

Teddy who watched her brother leave, not staying back to help. Leaving her to handle this on her own, who had a friend run off and not come back…

Doesn’t quite fucking care about the man.

The jokes fall and she closes her eyes as a title is granted.

-

No one talks about Isabela.

-

Teddy jokes again and again. She laughs more and more. Time heals, mostly.

She holds Anders hand and smiles.

-

Merrill smashes the mirror.

Teddy makes no jokes.

Blood Magic has been their argument for years. Teddy can’t stand it, the Demon never far from her mind. And then… and then…

“Mother!”

She feels for the girl, takes her into her arms and hugs.

But she’s glad it’s broken.

-

She works with Meredith even as her skin crawls. She gets dragged to help the Qunari and she vomits, feeling disgusted. (Bas, a head thrown at her feet, a sneer.)

Anders asks her to trust him and she does.

-

Fenris sister dies and Teddy sits with him, listening.

He’s broken. He’s tired. He’s not okay.

“You are the finest mage I know,” he says and his eyes…

She looks away as lyrium fills her mind.

That is in the past.

-

She drops her staff as the Chantry explodes. She stares up at the sky as Anders speaks. She looks at him, mouth dropping open.

“Why?”

“It is Justice.”

-

Teddy doesn’t joke much anymore.

[propertyofwhitney67]

oh fuck that hurt, especially the part with all the LI's

Content warning. Harper being bad doctor, implied drug abuse and hypnotism, vague allusion to abuse and assault, and everyone's a tad worried. Implied spousalification.

Harper wants your mind addled. Fucked up. He wants to be the highlight of your Friday, maybe the highlight of the day of he gets that lucky.

Wants your brain foggy but not you. Memory fucked. He calmly has you take pills, pills, a lovely set of pills, a good combination.

You look blank when Whitney walks over and cheekily flirts with you. More so when Kylar does it.

Robin tried to remind you of hanging out at the beach the day before school and you tell her that she must have you mistaken.

You reintroduce yourself to your teachers, fuzzy on why they're looking at you like that, even Leighton takes pause and gives you an odd look. There's a phone in one of your drawers of your new room and it rings and rings and when you finally answer it, apologising to the caller and telling them that you're sorry but the owner of the phone can't talk to them right now, there's a beat of silence. A soft "Sunshine?" Before the line goes dead on their end.

Someone else pays your rent. Bailey has no excuse to find you anymore, but he does, yanking you out the forest and forbidding you from the beach. Every time he drags you back, you apologise for the fuss and reintroduce yourself. Bailey doesn't need to, but every Sunday he looks in your room for a moment before leaving.

Sydney says a prayer for you and your ailing memory, Kylar has to go away for a while because he was so distraught. Whitney drinks and smokes more now. Alex sits in his field and wishes on every single shimmer of a star that you get better. Robin starts every day with a smile and ends each day in tears. No one tells Eden where you are, even when using old contacts. Avery can't take you out anymore but every time you're in the park, smiling up at the statue with the lichen on its face, an attractive man stops by you and gives you a bouquet of flowers with a smile. You laugh and tell him that your room is filled with more flowers than clothes and the man just smiles and insists you take them.

Bad things happen to you, more than ever, but you never remember them anymore.

Every bad thing he lovingly paints over you brain, makes it nice and foggy. But you're still you and you so desperately need him. All that remains is your therapy sessions every night. Before too long Harper tells you it's easier to have them at his house and one day, you simply stop leaving.

Whose to complain though. Doctor knows best.

[genderqueerdykes]

"Prison cells are disproportionately stacked with poor, disabled, Black, and Brown people; Black trans women, who are often at the intersection of all of these identities, are the most overrepresented group inside prison walls. A study by the National Center for Transgender Rights and the National LGBTQ Task Force found that almost half of Black trans women in the United States have been incarcerated. Once inside, their abuse rates are extreme. The abolitionist group Black & Pink surveyed 1,100 queer and trans people in lockup, and one out of three described being assaulted by prison staff. Groups like Black & Pink and the Transgender, Gender Variant, and Intersex Justice Project (TGIJP) have made themselves known to the system, so the system must employ ever more devious ways to cloak the abuses."

Toshio Meronek, January 2023. Excerpt from the introduction of the book Miss Major Speaks: Conversations with a Black Trans Revolutionary, authored by Toshio Meronek and Miss Major.

[dootznbootz]

I went on tiktok to just watch some silly Odysseus videos but then I mostly saw people going like "Yeah, maybe Odysseus cried on Calypso' island every day but honestly he had that coming after what he did Achilles and Patroclous/Circe!!!" and "Everything that happens in Odyssey is deserved cuz he took Patrochilles to war!!!" and "I feel so bad for Circe and Calypso and Penelope, they deserved better!!!"

For fucks sake I beg you, read anything different from Millers bs and like educate yourself- And please stop goddamn saying that rape victim. deserved it.

Circe probably didn't give a flying fuck, Calypso is a rapist and abuser and Penelope deserved everything she wanted and SHE WANTED ODYSSEUS

I think I've had enough internet for today, imma go wash my eyes with bleach. Anyways sorry for ranting here, i hope you don't mind it lmao

It's alright. I absolutely understand the vents about the whole thing. :'D No one deserves to be a victim of such a thing no matter WHAT they've done. I hope your eyes are okay after the bleach

Like Odysseus does so many fucked up things but Calypso and Circe? He is the victim. Period. It's very clear that Odysseus is in extreme distress on Ogygia. And Circe wasn't some sort of FwB situation. There's fear and numbness in the language he uses when talking about it. There's so much victim blaming and it SUCKS.

Even then, Odysseus' journey was kind of about "temptation" or just straight up "Die or get out of my sea." From Poseidon. "I don't want you in my waters so I'm gonna try and give you things that will keep you on land or just kill you."

Immortal goddesses wanting you would be many people's dream come true but not for Odysseus. And I think that's the point. His determination, how he clawed his way back into the arms he never wanted to leave in the first place, is incredible. Many people would've given up and just started a new life but he never would because no life he could ever create would compare to the life he had before. Even if it's different, it's what he's always wanted.

He literally tells Calypso "I'm not stopping until I'm home. I don't care if I suffer more until I do. I'm going home."

“Mighty goddess, do not be angry with me over this. I myself know very well Penelope, although intelligent, is not your match                                          to look at, not in stature or in beauty. But she’s a human being and you’re a god. You’ll never die or age. But still I wish, every moment to get back to my home,                                                       to see the day of my return. And so, even if out there on the wine-dark sea some god breaks me apart, I will go on— the heart here in my chest is quite prepared to bear affliction. I’ve already had so many troubles, and I’ve worked so hard                                  through waves and warfare. Let what’s yet to come be added in with those.”

(Book 5, Johnston)

Circe's a goddess and what happened is nothing like Dionysus and Ariadne and Apollo and Hyacinthus for example. Circe never gave Odysseus a crown of stars and he would never go out of his way to kill 120 people for bothering her. They did not love each other and he can't refuse as she's a goddess.

If you interpret them sleeping together the entire year,(It's only explicitly said that they had sex once so that's what I go with personally.) that doesn't mean he was happy with it! Even then, the whole situation is not what a healthy FwB should look like! I'm asexual and even I know that no one in a FwB situation should have to BEG in any way that basically says "Please let me go or kill me" with supplication!!! The fact that he leaves so quickly he forgets one of his men? The fact that during Elpenor's funeral, he doesn't greet Circe himself? He was avoiding her. Wouldn't he want to get "one last night together" during Book 12 if they were fwb? 🙄

It's bonkers to me that people hate him for being a "cheater" when A.) having multiple lovers wasn't uncommon in Ancient Greece, and B.) the two people he is explicitly said to have "cheated" with, weren't his choice. He wasn't actively searching for pretty women either!!!

As mentioned, while it was common for men to have many lovers, Odysseus never had any listed unlike some of the other men. (not bashing any of them. I'm just making a point in comparison.) He also has no other children besides Telemachus in Homer's works. There's no evidence of him having other lovers other than speculation. (funny enough, I once read somewhere that the reason why Odysseus is so mean is because he doesn't "bond" enough with the other soldiers. 😂)

Does that mean he didn't have other lovers? Technically, Nope! It's just never explicitly stated either way. He has slaves but none were ever said to be concubines or that he sleeps with them. He has deep bonds with his fellow soldiers but that doesn't mean he sleeps with them. That doesn't mean people can't write or talk about him doing so even though it's not mentioned! Just like it also means that someone can write him not doing so as there's nothing that says it either way in Homer's Works! :D

It's fucked up when people say "He didn't try to leave Calypso enough" or something of the like. It just tells you how A.) they didn't read the Odyssey or have piss on the poor reading comprehension or B.) ...you should probably stay away from that person...

With Circe though??? I can understand the confusion but digging deeper and looking at the text, he wasn't having a good time. Or at the very least was walking on Eggshells the whole time. I hate bringing up that essay over and over again but like...I literally wrote everything there.

I also don't like how people take Circe's morally gray-ness away from her. Let her do something fucked up to be fucked up!!! Let her traumatize Odysseus!

Idk, I kind of hate that I'm "known" for this but I relate to this idiot asshole a lot and it means a lot to me that his story, despite what happens to him, has a happy ending :'D

[the--firevenus]

[OC] Strings of Fate all around you

[aropride]

person sitting across from me in the library rn looks just like ex-oomf*'s partner it is freaking me OUT. no way its them bc why would they be in [town] and not [town on the other side of the state] but still.

[adrienschat]

*screaming on the top of my lungs* that’s not what Jesus would have wanted

(Venting in tags)

[my-apollo-gies]

‼️WARNING‼️

Wounds, Blood, Bruises, Bite marks, referenced sexual assault

Don’t proceed if you don’t think you can handle it

Contents: list by chapter of the wounds/injuries jay gets in @writing-hat ‘s fanfic ‘Bending, But Never Breaking’

x | Next

chapters 1 & 2:

Severity:

white/black: N/A

blue: minimal 

green: tolerable 

orange: moderate

red: INTENSE 

chapter 1:

ball and chain

chapter 2: 

neck bruises (throat area)

cheek bruise (slammed to the floor)

bruised wrists (finger print shape)

cut on throat (nadakhans hook)

cheek bruise pt 2? (nadakhan holding his face tight)

hand cut (n. hook) (right hand)

bit lip (jay bit lip)

slap bruise (n. slapped him) 

collar bone bite

shoulder bite

more neck bruises (n. choking him)

~~~~~

let me know if anyone wants to be tagged in this list! and let me know if i should make more parts, it gives me another reason to reread more of this awesome fic!

i have no medical knowledge other than basic level + whatever ive picked up from my mum who is a nurse

[sweatandwoe]

this might be a stupid question but I couldn't find the revolver magazine article about ghost... what's the thing with Prime Mover that makes you uncomfortable? If it's questionable I'd like to opt out of using it but I'd like to know whats up

<3

I'll post it.

TW FOR MENTION OF SEXUAL ASSAULT/FORCED PREGNANCY

Like I knew the maternal slave part of the lyrics was kinda weird, but I also interpreted it as more like willingly giving your body to grow your child kinda thing. Reading this made me go 'oh. OH' and now I dislike the term a lot

Going to use new terms like: Papa's Partner, Papa's spouse, Papa's [insert spouse term of choice here], Mama, No the other Papa, Dama, Mapa, [insert gender neutral parent term of choice here]

[stampsthemeow]

pretty please tell me everything about the character with flowers as/on their face

they look so cool

okayokay okay :3333333 Tw for mention of sexual trauma (no details just mentioned it happened) Full ref under the cut (since its just a fullbody of him its stuidly tall so i put under cut) Info on Him: - His name is Halo, 19 yrs old, and is dating Zach & Dale, he/him + doesnt label his sexuality (he does NOT kiss girls tho dawg) - often prefers non verbal communication (he can speak but just can but uncomfy to due to the flowers being stupid) - stupid Christian boy with religious trauma, due to his parents being extremely religious and forcing all of it onto their kids (i have no clue how he still believes in god after that + living in the slendermansion) - His soul is a gold colour, the "power" he has is the flowers, they are *meant* to help healing and close wounds, Its a power that has belonged to others (in au Zach and Twil both had the power at some point in time), Its meant to go away after being healed but well, that obv has not happened, - The reason it has stayed, and is now his permanent power unlike the others, is due to his face being burnt (drunken accident with fire) in a way the flowers cannot properly heal, but they will not go away until healed & him being disabled (broke his legs and then never got any sort of medical help about it so now hes kinda fucked) , which also prevents the flowers from leaving - I wont go into detail but he does have sexual trauma which he still struggles with what it caused - within the mansion he is friends/friendly with Ticci Toby, EJ, Tim, Brian, and Jay, does not Like jeff the killer or Ben drowned, is neutral with everyone else -he cant properly kiss because of the flowers, but he can control them slightly (make the petals move a little) so just rub against with the petals yippee kiss -insert other stuff later idk anythign else theres prob more im not thinking of Info about him being created/outside of au stuff: -I created him back in 2021-2022 ish (i have no clue what year i never talked about him til wayy after his creation) as a partner for zach lmao, I kept trying to ship Zach with random girl ocs i made but noone stuck, then i made a dude and dumbass is still here

-before the flowers his power was just being deer (ears, tail, antlers), but that didnt last long obv -if/when given ears&tail i am giving him little kitty ears and a small deer tail

him (idk the cut disspeared before so its back)

[snarkythewoecrow]

a little dented (but definitely not broken) (4538 words) by snarkymuch

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: 9-1-1 (TV) Rating: Mature Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Evan "Buck" Buckley/Eddie Diaz (9-1-1 TV) Characters: Eddie Diaz (9-1-1 TV), Evan "Buck" Buckley Additional Tags: Established Evan "Buck" Buckley/Eddie Diaz, Past Domestic Violence, Implied/Referenced Rape/Non-con, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Evan "Buck" Buckley Has Issues, Evan "Buck" Buckley Has PTSD, Eddie Diaz is Bad at Feelings (9-1-1 TV), Worried Eddie Diaz, Soft Eddie Diaz (9-1-1 TV), Late Night Conversations, Rape Recovery, abuse recovery, Dissociation, Alcohol, Secrets, Buck revealing some key points about his past, no descriptions of rape or abuse, Buck was a victim but isn’t one now, and Eddie struggles to make sense of that, POV Eddie Diaz (9-1-1 TV), no quick fix but a soft ending, Angst with a Happy Ending

Summary:

A wet laugh bubbled up from Buck's chest. His bloodshot eyes met Eddie's. "You know why I don't want to tell you? Because you'll try and make it better—because you’ll treat me like I’m broken… who am I kidding? Shit at the junkyard’s in better shape than me.” “You know, growing up, nearly every appliance we had came from the scratch and dent store or even the dump, just saying.” And the bitter-sounding laugh that pulled from Buck didn’t lighten the mood. Though, after a moment, the corner of his mouth did tug slightly upward. “Are you comparing me to an ugly fridge right now, Diaz?” He shrugged. “Or a dryer—actually, the dishwasher we had was pretty fucked up, but still ran great—the door was warped to shit, but it didn’t leak—and it was avocado green.”

XXX

Too many times, Eddie has seen Buck freeze up and check out, eyes turning dull as he goes somewhere else, which happens more often than not when they are between the sheets.

But when he can't ignore it any longer, he does what he should've done from the start and confronts him.

Old wounds are exposed, a few metaphors about appliances are said, and some difficult conversations are had, and yet somehow, it brings them even closer together

[nicxxx5]

someone i went to high school with apparently got hatecrimed on their birthday. they were walking and someone started calling them slurs and beat the shit out of them and sent them to the hospital and now they have to have plastic surgery to fix the damage.

i mentioned this to my dad because this person also lived close to us and he was like "that's awful. that should not have happened." and i was like "yeah and this is why the lgbt community still needs a pride month"

HE FUCKING SAID NO IT WASN'T ENOUGH. ARE YOU KIDDING ME.

he tried to compare it to how irish people weren't allowed to work, LIKE A HUNDRED PLUS YEARS AGO, and i was like "okay but people today don't literally get killed for being irish" and he was like "well in other countries..." BITCH WHAT COUNTRY??? like instead of pulling shit out of your ass can you not for two second maybe consider now that someone you KNOW got the shit beaten out of them for just existing as a gay person that maybe, maybe there's a reason we need pride month? that people are literally being attacked for existing and we need to bring attention to it so it stops???

[umbralsound-xiv]

Eir 💛- A memory that makes them feel angry

Central Shroud, 10, Seventh Astral Era

'And... Please, tell her thank you. I despair to think what would have happened to my daughter should she have been found even a bell later...'

Delivering messages was no different for Eir. He'd done it before, in service to Garlemald, and surely it would not be even half as perilous for him to do so again, off and away from the battlefield. He'd found his duties working for Mist to be strangely comfortable, not that he'd have admitted it outright.

Some beckoning familiarity saw him able to adapt to a somewhat normal life with a greater ease, between dancing and all the comforts of his room and everything in it. His friends, too. Sayuri...

This message, however; delivered from one of Mist's many people she'd helped, seemed to sit that much more bitterly in his thoughts.

He knew what would have happened. He'd seen the girl; pale and wide eyed as tears streamed down her cheeks, bruises at her forearms as she made barely a sound.

Eir continues his busy footfalls along the beaten path. Each footstep drove into the dirt harder than the last, kicking the ground as much as running atop it. But it did nothing to dispel the tension that had worked it's way into his frame, setting his jaw into clenched teeth as his thoughts plagued him with words Sayuri herself had spoken to him.

...To think someone would hurt her in such a way.

--To think someone would hurt her at all was enough to set his usually dormant anger aflame, but something about the circumstances set an unruly knot in his stomach.

He could do nothing.

His pace picks up as he races along the treeline, the wind against his face stinging his cheeks. The perpetrator was dead, long dead by her own hand; but even if he was alive, what could he do, then? The damage was done.

Another scar to join the others, numerous though they were. But this one was much less visible. This ran in her mind, taking kinder things and twisting them into cruelty. Even long healed and softened by warmer things, it lingered still.

Thinking about it didn’t help him any. If anything, it made it worse. If his pace could have picked up any faster, it did, and reflexively his hands move to his chakrams, ever present at his hips. Even without the expectation of combat, there was some... Comfort, to their presence, there.

The handle is worn in his grasp; little divets in the woodwork where his fingertips grasped. He’d half expected the wood to splinter with the ferocity he’d squeezed them with; stifled anger bottled up and simmering with no place to go.

His posture is suddenly more at home on a battlefield; rigid and wound with unspent violence. Home was close, but he could not return. Not like this, not with these thoughts in his mind. A diversion is taken, into the thick of the woods, where an unsuspecting tree becomes the target of his aggression; a branch cleaved from where it had grown; he could do little else with his weapons. A sharp kick to the bark so forceful it splintered the edge of it... And a punch to follow that barely left a mark as the wave of emotion settled into something more managable.

Head hung, Eir gives a long sigh through his nose, billowing the locks of loose hair that curled around his cheek.

He could change nothing. Nothing of the circumstances or the happening. He could not undo her pain, and yet...

Another long, deep breath, blown out with a quiet huff. Anger wouldn’t serve him here, on these rare moments it bubbled up. He couldn’t change what had happened, no.

...But he could offer her comfort, when she needed it.

He takes off as quickly as he had arrived, and makes a beeline for the house.