#//abuse

[nortsauce]

HERE COMES NORT, YAPPING ABOUT FANDOMS THAT I’M NOT EVEN IN!

(And i’ll be typing the rest here because there are too many slides so read bellow)

⚠️ WARNING ⚠️

My LONG ASS rant on how MHA (among other things) fails to present its ab*se victims in a good way,

Starring the todoroki family

So, i know literally no one cares but i feel like it needed to be said: but MHA has a BIG issue with victims of abuse being treated kinda shittily, to making whole arcs about their abusers.

This isn’t a HUGE thing, as the lack of sympathy for Hawk’s abusers was definitely there, but they still were portrayed in a semi-sympathetic light. This is not the main focus however.

I’m sure many could go on and on about Bakugou and Midoriya’s relationship, but thats not what i’m focusing on.

I’m focusing on the most OVERLOOKED and ABHORRENTLY handled dynamic of the Todoroki family

I will be going over each of the characters and why they suck in some way, but as a whole i have to talk about this: Each one of the characters of the family are all victims of abuse in some way, and represent the different ways that trauma affects the victim, i understand that.

All in all, they do a good job of portraying the different ways in which the people handle abuse,

Endeavor being one who never dealt with his past egotistical superiority complex and threw his baggage onto his family/children to live vicariously

Rei being the one who is emotionally/physically damaged to the point of a mental break

Touya being the ex-golden child, and the one who continued the cycle of violence (and misogyny but thats another topic for another paper)

Fuyumi being the one who holds onto an idealized version of a family that possibly only existed in her dreams, being codependent and longing/working to get those “happy times” back with her family, clinging onto smth that was possibly never there

Natsuo being the one who is (justifiably) angry at his abusers, cuts his family off and goes to pursue his own life/dreams

and finally shoto

the one who realizes his role as the golden child is only for his parents to live vicariously, breaks his cycle and is trying to figure out who he is.

These are all great representations of how people cope/handle trauma, and i believe that was on purpose, considering that it also speaks on abuse of children on baselines of being in a famous family.

However, certain aspects are clearly not handled properly; allow me to explain.

Shoto, the youngest of the family, is often seen as the architect of the abuse, as the family was actually quite “fine-living” (i’ll come back to this) before shoto was born.

There were obviously cracks in their family from the beginning, Touya being the golden child despite not being able to physically handle his own power without hurting himself (an allegory i’ll discuss), the fact that Enji (endeavor) basically bought his way into marrying Rei, and of course enji’s complex of being less than All-might.

However, many characters seem to blame the birth of Shoto for breaking the camel’s back, and starting the domestic violence that had already threatened to spill through.

It’s shown through the anime that shoto has a kind heart and never liked enji, due to the fact that he would harm him, his siblings, and his mother,

but for being the tritagonist of this show, we never get to see how he really feels. In all of this, perhaps we could see him feeling guilt for being the reason his family is broken, the possible resentment yet dependency he has for his father, the thoughts on how he feels conflicted yet guilty about his mother and continues to blame himself.

Its interesting how he never stops blaming his father, but regardless we only get his apathetic views on his father and no one else. Its saddening to see the sideline of the victim of abuse while his abuser gets a whole arc. But i’m not there yet.

Moving on we have Natsuo and Fuyumi. I grouped them together because they both have opposite ways of dealing with their trauma, as Aforementioned: Natsuo tries to cut all ties while Fuyumi tries to be a “normal” family with her remaining members.

Both of them have valid ways to why they act this way, and its tragic, however, the way they deal with their youngest sibling, shoto, is disheartening to say the least.

Both of them understand how Shoto was physically abused since he was 5, and neglect to form any sort of connection with him despite his better efforts in natsuo’s case, using him as leverage against his father and nothing more, while in fuyumi’s case, basically presents him in her fantastical version of him in their fantastical “perfect” family life, causing him to have multiple meetings with his abuser and forcing him to relive the trauma so she can have peace of mind.

In hindsight, this is all interesting heavy topics to explore in a character, and i was honestly curious to see how it would be handled

however it all faltered as soon as I saw the hospital scene.

SPOILERS:

After Dabi’s Dance, the todoroki family comes to visit Shoto and Endeavor in the hospital, both of whom are heavily bandaged and bed-ridden.

Despite this all, Rei, Fuyumi, and Natsuo force todoroki, who is burnt and recovering his voice, to get up and walk over to his father’s ward to speak to him.

Shoto, despite being unable to form full sentences, makes it FULLY CLEAR he does not want to be there, by closing the door to his ward, and attempting to leave. Despite his clear efforts, his family makes him go in to talk to him.

this 16 year old boy being forced out of RECOVERING, fully bandaged and barely able to talk, forced to visit his abuser to hear him cry about not being able to fight his own son, depsite also being his son and physically harmed by him since childhood.

In my opinion that wasn’t a good move on any of the family’s part.

Rei is a difficult subject to discuss. She is clearly a victim and has been for. while. She is mentally distant after being harmed for so long and spent time in a psyche-ward to handle herself.

Saying that she was a bad mother would be too far in my opinion, as she did her best to provide a nice life for her kids as well as defend them from her husband.

Not much is said about her, but from what we can tell she loved her kids very much, until the abuse started.

I feel the blame for shoto began with her, not being able to face her own son after the “death” of her first and the fact that his face reminded her of the abuse she’s faced from endeavor.

Her character is honestly an interesting one, but she is not safe from my scrutiny of the hospital scene. She was very brave for facing her abuser like this, however, she did not have to drag her bedridden youngest into the fray.

She is the DIRECT reason shoto has a scar on her face, (indirectly endeavor’s fault)

But i will never blame her for the abuse she faced for her children, by her husband and to an extent, her own son touya, which leads me into my next point

SPOILERS

Touya, aka Dabi, is the “Late” eldest brother who was originally Endeavor’s ticket into living vicariously to defeat all-might and be the number 1 hero.

I could go into the psychology of his character but he is ultimately very interesting. In all honesty the way he is presented as being the consequences of endeavor’s actions is palpable and honestly quite raw. At a young age, he was handling the pressure of being his father’s perfect creation, and the fame and fortune that followed as he sought his father’s approval. Soon, his quirk began to burn him every time he used it, a fact that endeavor ignored to pursue his goal. Touya’s power became self-harm at some point, an allegory for his disregard for his own life and well-being for his father’s dream which ultimately (literally) exploded on itself.

Touya’s story is interesting, from his abuse causing him to act like his father craving his approval, which lead him to act put against his mother and shoto, while laying his baggage onto his younger siblings, to losing his mind and realizing that he wanted his father dead and continuing the cycle of abuse further.

This is all a deep and interesting way to look at abuse and how the abused may become an abuser, HOWEVER.

MY critique here, is how sidelined his whole arc is, as his story is more portrayed of Endeavor’s past coming to haunt him, all for the watcher to sympathize with endeavor rather than understand how the abuse endeavor put onto touya made dabi. This whole arc was framed to be sympathetic towards endeavor, and to fear Dabi. Don’t even get me started on how Shoto’s feelings meant nothing in this arc, as well as being immediately cut off by a surprise cameo of a character that possibly discredited Dabi’s expose video on his abuser.

Finally, we get to talk about the elephant in the room: Enji Todoroki, endeavor himself.

What is there not to say about this man.

I feel I should start eith the obvious:

The forgiveness/sympathy arc for endeavor was quite possibly the worst thing to ever happen in the anime, and this is not subjective.

The whole arc is based around how Endeavor is a victim of his own mind and is trying his hardest to make up for being a terrible person.

Personally, i love to see character arcs of villains becoming a better person, but thats the very thing: Endeavor is trying to ask for forgiveness from his family, who he abused for 15 YEARS. This is no exaggeration as Shoto is now 16, and his cracks started forming as soon as he was born.

Endeavor had illegally married a woman that he basically bought his way into,

was illegally “breeding” (eugh) for quirk benefits,

Treated one of his son’s like a vicarious version of himself

Physically abused his son (age 5+) his wife, and verbally abused the rest of his children

isolated his son

treated his son like a weapon

and finally felt too prideful for any sort of meaningful apology.

This all adds up to a character who only felt sorry for his actions after the consequences started hitting him in the face, as he only felt remorseful when Shoto refused to be associated with him.

Now, some of you may be thinking: “A lot of characters are forgiven for more, why would he be the exception? It’s fictional why do you care?”

There are several reasons to why I care but i’ll speak in terms of framing for now. This show is highly influential to not only kids (as it is a KIDS SHOW) but to adults as well. May i direct your attention to the man who saved a woman from a murderous ex-boyfriend by blocking his machete hits all because My Hero Academia inspired him to take action and be a hero?

Or how about a murder that took place because the accused was inspired by an invader zim episode (the dark harvest)

Whether you like it or not, fiction HAS an affect on reality. Yes, we can determine what is real and what is fake, but you cannot deny that a lot of what media we consume helps us be who we are.

If the show promotes more sympathy towards an abuser than their victims, then people may find themselves sympathizing real world abusers over the voices of victims.

I wont speak on delicate subjects but I can already see affects of this happening, as people rally to defend famous people accused of being abusers rather than listen and provide support to the alleged victims.

In conclusion, These topics are definitely not easy to write, and I, for one, am NO expert and my word should not be used as gospel truth or a guideline on how to write these characters.

This is all simply my opinion on how the bias towards abusers in the show leads for the message to be skewed and marred in action.

I understand that no one is perfect, but if we only reward and sympathize with those who only seek redemption after they face scrutiny, then we lose the meaning of what makes someone worthy of forgiveness.

These topics are deep and interesting, but the way they are handled in this show is simply bad writing.

Thank you for coming to my ted talk and again: no shade towards the writers. Just critiques!

[crazyexdirkfriend]

I think what a lot of discourse about abuse in HS gets muddy is that the focus is on “character x as the abuser” and less on the fact that Jake is thematically, allegorically, presented to the audience as a victim of violence, sexual and otherwise, and how that’s interwoven with his character even if, in HS proper, there’s no literal act in the narrative to substantiate it.

[angel-in-shibari]

I need someone to be scary and mean to me

I need them to pin me against the wall, throw me on the bed, and growl into my ear about all the horrible things they're gonna do to me

I want them to strip me, put a collar on me, and tie my hands up. I want them to start out slow, with gentle kisses across my neck and chest. I want them to grab me just a little too tight, and I'll moan and struggle.

"oh, darling. you're not trying to escape, are you? you belong to me now" they say in response to my pathetic struggles, which only sends fear running through my entire body.

they start getting a bit more rough, biting, scratching, slapping. I'll moan even louder. "please, it's too much!"

and they'll slap me across the face, hard. "shut up. you don't get to decide what's too much. I do! because I own you!"

I become even more terrified of the cruel sadistic person torturing every inch of my body. I desperately try to get away from them. I might even manage to escape my ties. but it only upsets them even more.

"you stupid mutt! stop trying to escape" they yell at me, restraining me with a pair of cold metal handcuffs that leave marks on my wrists. "I bet you wish you just stayed put, huh? not as comfortable as the rope."

I'll cry and beg you to stop. every time I struggle, I only get punished more. "please, stop! why are you doing this to me?"

"oh darling" they'll say to me in a fake sympathizing voice "I wanna see your pretty eyes filled with tears, hear your adorable screams, and see your perfect body all bruised and bloody. I own you now. I get to do whatever the fuck I want to you."

they'll use my body to get off. I'm nothing but a sex toy to them. once they've decided they've had enough of me, they'll leave me chained to the bed, covered in bruises and tears, until the next time they want to use me.

[antiquarianandunusual]

I know we’re all very psyched for Disaster Puppy Crowley this season, but I genuinely think, despite him seeming to thrive, we’re going to see Aziraphale fall just as much apart. It’s clear that Aziraphale wants people to think he has it all together; he’s content and free with his books and his budding friendships with the other local businessfolk, and it looks like he’s going to have the time of his life trying to solve the Gabriel mystery (Detective Aziraphale looks way too happy to be there). But knowing Aziraphale, I think he’s going to struggle just as much as Crowley with his newfound freedom.

I really think we’re going to see Aziraphale pile WAY TOO MUCH on his plate. Aziraphale who occupies himself way too much with the Gabriel mystery, who throws himself into Nina’s relationship troubles, who secretly NEEDS Jim’s chaos in his life. We’re going to see Aziraphale eventually unable to balance it all and Crowley snap at him for taking on so much and neglecting the precious, peaceful life the two of them have tried to build. We’re going to see Aziraphale crumble to pieces because if his mind and hands aren’t occupied 25/8 with messy chaos and problems that no one else wants to solve, then he has to confront the fact that he really completely fucked up everything he ever knew. He has to let the regret, the guilt, the pain of being out to sea finally come to the surface, and he isn’t sure how to deal with that. He isn’t going to be sure how to deal with the messiness of being so relieved to be free, but so terrified of existing independently of the abuse that has been so strongly woven into his very being.

Aziraphale is going to be just as lost as Crowley. He’s just going to deal with it much differently.

[trenchcrows]

Hey. just letting everyone know that I'm not a fan of Wilbur anymore, he's an abusive piece of shit and I don't want to make stuff about the dsmp, at least for the time being, if I do finish my fics or make art please know it's about the characters and always the characters, if you still support Wilbur please unfollow me now.

For anyone wondering what's going on (warning for abuse)

For anyone having a hard time moving on (obligatory pirate media you find online <3)

Please support Shelby through all of this, she deserves all the best and I'm proud of her for the strength it took to come out with this, you can support her by watching her videos as I plan to do.

I am not suited to support people through this so, if you find yourself in an abusive situation heres a couple links to international hotlines/resources to call.

Take care everyone, don't forget to drink water, eat food, stop doomscrolling and do something to take your mind off it, whether that be a hobby or just doing something with someone you love :)

[creepynoodleheadcannonss]

Devotion

Summary-Jeff did this for you, what more could he do?

Warnings-Gore, domestic violence and abuse mention, dead dove: do not eat, obsession, violence

This isn’t what you meant.

This isn’t what you wanted.

You’d been sitting in bed together, him tossing toothpicks at your walls. His lips, though smiling, seemed to bend down.

“I don’t see what the fucking issue is. You usually gush about him constantly, but I make one comment and suddenly I’m the asshole?”

“Yes, you are. He didn’t mean it like that.”

He groaned loudly, rolling over to face you. “Yes, he did. Nobody says ‘you’re being a bitch’ lovingly. Well, besides me, of course.”

You nudged him with your foot, rolling your eyes. “Can you just drop it? It was one little fight. At least he didn’t-“

“Didn’t what?“

Suddenly, his attention was focused on you. His eyes held venom.

“If he put his disgusting little fucking fingers on you-“ “Oh my god, Jeff, you’re such an ass.”

Your stomach twisted at the way his tone dropped.

“Did he hit you?”

Your cheeks flushed with embarrassment and shame. “No, not directly. He’s never touched me-“

“Directly?”

He rose to his feet, shoulders tensing beneath his shirt. Was it always so tight?

“He’s, well…I was being unreasonable! He was just-“

He held up a hand, words unneeded. He slowly sat back down, his words spat with malice. “You have never done anything wrong.”

You found your tongue in a knot, unable to produce any more sound. Your eyes followed as he flopped back onto your bed.

“Trent is a stupid name anyways.”

You couldn’t help but chuckle, tossing a pillow towards his head.

You should’ve known better.

And here he was, lips curved back into that delicious smile.

“I have such a pretty surprise for a pretty little thing!”

His hands, sitting behind his back, were buzzing with excitement.

“Mind getting the window? I don’t wanna ruin it.”

Rubbing sleep from your eyes, your hands reached for the lock. They stopped to allow yourself time to take him in.

His standard hoodie was stained, but some color looked fresh. Maybe it was his. Was he hurt?

His hair was swept back, unnaturally lacking grease. Something else gave it that slick look it held.

And his face.

His pupils were blown. Pale, burned flesh was flushed with elation.

It felt wrong.

You shakily pushed the window open to let him in.

“Okay, turn around before I come in.”

“Jeff, it’s two in the morning-“

“Just do it!”

His words were giddy. Demanding, but happy.

“Fine, but it better be good.”

“Baby, it’s the best.”

You turned to the wall, the one that had been assaulted with toothpicks only days before. You heard shuffling and excited breathing. Too excited for your taste. He was practically giggling.

Your chest fluttered lightly, thinking of what could be in his hands.

“Turn around!”

You blinked away the residual tiredness, trying to focus on the object in front of you.

The scream that followed woke you up plenty.

Its eyes were pale and empty, unfocused pupils dull. The skin was just as pale, devoid of any life. The lips were a sweet baby blue.

“Hey, what’s wrong? It’s for you!”

He pushed the head forward, hand tangled in the mess of brown hair you remember feeling days ago.

“What the fuck? What the fuck! Fuck!”

Your chest was sinking, heart pounding against your constricting ribs. Every nerve was on fire. Your skin was buzzing with fear and disgust.

“Jeff, what the fuck is…”

“It’s Trent!”

“I know! Why would-what did-why would you do this!”

Thick, hot tears bubbled in your eyes, dripping down your cheeks. You wanted to scream again but your throat was too tight.

“For you, baby! He can’t hurt you like this, he’s just a fucking head!” He shook the decapitated head around, mimicking it.

‘I can’t hit you if I have no hands!’

He laughed at himself, turning back to you.

“Isn’t it great?”

Your throat opened up enough to let out another squeak, making way for a bigger scream.

“Honey, you gotta be quiet, the neighbors will-“

“Are you fucking insane?!”

He laughed slightly, brow furrowing as he answered. “Uh, yes! Come on, keep it down, would ya? This is a gift!”

He offered the head to you, cradling it like a newborn chick.

“Take it!”

You shoved it away, choking back the vomit rising up your throat. “Why would you do this?”

“I just said-look, he didn’t deserve you.”

He dropped the head to the floor, the thunk! it made bringing tears down your cheeks. You whimpered at the sight.

“He was abusive, baby. He wasn’t good enough for you. That fucking rat would never be good enough.”

He reached for your hand, pulling it away from your chest.

“I took him out of the picture for you, Y/N. His body is sitting in a pig pen on the outskirts of-“

You recoiled, looking down at the warm liquid on your hand.

His blood was so warm.

It almost burned.

“What’s the fucking deal? I thought you’d love this.”

His chest quaked with laughter, breaths shaking. “I did it for you.”

His hands came to your face, cradling your cheeks as he leaned in. His laughter underscored each word.

“I killed him for you.”

He finally noticed the tears. His expression softened, a thumb scraping across your cheek to wipe them away. Thick blood smeared across your face.

“Hey now, what’s this for? Be happy! He’s finally fucking gone!”

You shook your head, eyes trained on the buzzing ones in front of you.

“I didn’t want this. I lo-“

“Don’t.”

His voice lowered, grip on your face tightening.

“Don’t say you loved him. Don’t you fucking dare say you loved that rat bastard. He was a disgusting, dirty, filthy, despicable piece of shit. He never loved you, not like he should. Not like I do. You don’t love him. You can’t!”

That familiar maniacal laughter returned.

“You can’t love him! Not him.”

You pushed him back, hands moving up to your now bloody face. “No! I did! He was sweet, and he loved me so-“

“No he didn’t!”

His hands flew up to his hair, fingers running through the bloody locks and tugging at the roots. “He never loved you! Are you fucking stupid?”

Exasperated, he stormed back at you, a hand grabbing your chin.

He pushed you back towards the wall, coming in closer. “He couldn’t have loved you.”

Once pinned, he leaned into you. His breath smelled of smoke and meat.

“No one will love you like I do.”

His other hand moved to your head, tangling in your hair. He leaned in to smell it, lips brushing your ear.

“He couldn’t have loved you like I do. Nobody can.”

Your eyes were clouded with panic and tears. Thick swallows moved his hand.

“This isn’t love.”

He turned back to you, feral eyes locked with your panicked ones.

“Yes it is.”

He pushed you back, yelling as he did. “Yes it is! This is love. My love.”

Strong hands grabbed your shoulders with unfamiliar ferocity.

“I love you, Y/N. This is what you deserve. You deserve me.”

This wasn’t familiar. This wasn’t the criminal you knew.

He was always funny. Rude. Vaguely mean. He laughed with you and threw paper at your head when he wanted attention. He scratched at your window at night and brought you gifts when you were feeling down. He played with your hair when you cried and told you it was stupid to cry. He let you borrow his clothes and stole your car to get you ice cream. He brought you jewelry he claimed to ‘borrow’ and said it made you look like an awkward Marilyn Monroe before telling you to stop being so weird about it. He never said you were beautiful, but he’d shove you if you said otherwise. He was mean, but it was complimentary. That was him. Jeff.

Was this him, too? Was this the one you said you loved? Was this your Jeff?

“Say you love me.”

He recaptured your attention with a hand on your face.

“Say you love me, too.”

He wasn’t asking, not really.

Did you?

You thought you did.

You told yourself you did.

Before this.

Your eyes floated to the head staining your floor, his empty, loveless eyes staring back at you.

“See what I’ll do for you? I’d burn the world and give you what’s left. I’d build you an empire and let you rule it. I’ll love you the way someone should. I love you the way someone should. I killed for you. I will kill for you again. I’d do anything.”

His hands squeezed your terrified body.

“Say you love me. No one will love you like I do. Say you’ll love me, too.”

Your eyes centered back on the thing holding you. His buzzing, desperate eyes were drowning in yours. His body, hunched in exertion, cradled yours.

This was him. Jeff. Your Jeff.

“I love you, too.”

[smol-and-passionate]

Hey, just so people know - saying that trans women should be feared because there was allegedly one in a woman’s prison who raped another (cis) woman is fearmongering and bigoted. Trans women are just like other people who want to find a good job, live their lives, and be happy with who they are. Rapists, no matter the gender, are scumbags. But Trans women (generallized term) are not rapists. Telling people that trans women are monsters is damaging and only hurts people who are just like you who have interests, opinions, pets, family, a favorite car or shirt or whatever.

And by the way, penis-having people are perfectly capable of controlling themselves. Even a dog understands the word ‘no’, and as the more intelligent apex predator humans are capable of understanding more than ‘no’.

P.S. the word ‘allegedly’ is used because there has not been a conviction in that case as far as I can see. Someone (see replies) just gave me the article as a ‘gotcha’ for why penis-having women can’t go into a fucking bathroom. I gave them this. (BBC video article in 2020 about abuse on transgendered people in the UK and how they don’t report to the police because not even the public servants will help them be safe).

P.P.S. - It’s not a contest, and there isn’t a finite amount of attention, safety, and wellbeing. A woman shouldn’t be raped in prison, and a transgendered woman shouldn’t be held in solitary confinement in a men’s prison. THey’re not related. One is not necessary to better the other. Both shouldn’t happen, end of story.

If I sound mad, I am. How fucking hard is it to believe that a transgender woman should be left alone and granted the rights to life, liberty, health, and safety just like any other person and that her existing does not take away from anyone else? I don’t know how to tell you that you should care about a LITERAL HUMAN BEING just like YOU. If you have to put a whole bunch of regular people down to make yourself feel high and mighty, then YOU”RE the one with the problem.

[leafie-draws]

CW: thinking about how weird it is that my mom didn't believe I had depression and needed meds until she realized she could use me for clinical trials (for compensation.) weird how abusers don’t care about you at all and only pretend to in a way that benefits them. just really fucking weird.

[dragynkeep]

the people twisting ur words are so fucking weird 😭 all you said was "having these disorders doesn't make someone inherently abusive. if they're abusers, it's not inherently because of their disorder" and everyone started FUMING

It's not anything new, we always get some anons immediately reading our words in the worst possible way whenever we talk about something.

[cary-elwes]

I've been affected by abuse as little kid and I couldn't speak out bc I couldn't understand it I think. It haunts me to this day and I wish no one to have to go through that.

[themerchliing]

"Read." Jan van Eck pointed to the passage, face n nearly purpling with mounting furstration. He was angry at Wylan, angry at those damned liars he had paid to tutor him -- angry at it all. But he was not giving up. Not yet. "You've been drinking that damnable tea for three days, Wylan! You should at least be able to make progress on a sentence!"

“Father,” Wylan hated how desperate his tone sounded, but he couldn’t take this much longer. How many times did he have to tell him that tea and tonics wouldn’t work? His inability to read wasn’t something that could be solved through those means! Wylan was starting to believe that there was a fault in is brain that would never be fixed.

He was just broken; a defect model of a human being.

“You... you shouting at me doesn’t help.” When his father acted this way, it made his mind go blank. Like it was shutting down while simultaneously constructing towering walls to block out all the issues Wylan wasn’t prepared to face.

“None of this is helping.” Again, he wished he could force his voice into something stronger, but it resembled nothing more than a begging child. He was now standing, the damn book in his grip that was gradually tightening. His eyes ached; how many hours had he been practicing without progress? His own inability to complete a simple action such as reading a sentence made him feel sick to his stomach. He turned away from his father, took a single, tentative step, and then fled the library before he could be dragged back.

[lilyfreshwater]

if dream had the ultimate glow up I swear to god. I am terrified and I am shaking. if he is hot I will have no choice but to stan him again frank I'm relapsing on being a dream stan

stay strong anon youre still looking at a man who intentionally platformed an abuser

[gisdotnet]

My father tried hitting me

[angel-in-shibari]

"toxic yuri this toxic yuri that"

what about abusive yuri? straight up obsessive creepy stalker yuri. kidnapping yuri. tie me up and keep me in your basement yuri. make your average yandere look like child's play yuri. yuri where you force me to love you whether I want to or not. yuri where I'm slowly conditioned to want you because despite you making my life a living hell, I can't live without you.

yuri with blood. yuri with tears. yuri with scars that never heal. yuri that leaves an everlasting impression on your soul.

yuri that makes you go "oh my fucking god that is incredibly fucked up and horrible." and not even a second later say "wish that was me"

[starrymused]

"Maybe this is what it'll take!" Jan van Eck no longer held any love for his son. Whenever he looked at him, all he did was feel shame and rage. As gifted as Wylan was, he was of no use to him if he could not read. How much kruge had he wasted, trying to fix a broken child?! How much time, how many resources, how much business had he lost while he was busy trying to change what could not be unchanged?

He did not know why Ghezen had set this curse upon him -- this failure. Perhaps it was a test, or some slight he had unintentionally performed, but whatever the case, it was what it was. He had little choice now but to move on from Wylan, and he knew exactly how and with who to do so.

But in the moment, beating this useless boy felt like something he needed. His own brand of medicine. And maybe a few more knocks to the head would knock something loose, some sort of block, and Wylan would be able to function normally.

He knew that wasn't the case, deep down. But that didn't stop him from swinging.

“Father, stop!” Wylan had covered his head and taken the first wave of beatings because he thought it would make things better and his father would calm down. But it only seemed to fire him up more and his anger increase. Now Wylan was throwing a chair in between them and making a run for the foyer. He only had a split second to figure out which direction he wanted to go. If he went upstairs, he’d be trapped there and subjected to this treatment every day for as long as he stayed. If he went for the door, there would be no turning back and he’d have to fend for himself out in Ketterdam. Something that Wylan knew he wouldn’t be able to do.

Rushing up the staircase, he ran for the music room. It had a lock and it was the only room in the house that made him feel some semblance of safety. He could hear his father’s footsteps behind him, but fortunately made it to the room in time to slam and lock the door. Backing away, he sniffed as he felt a bruise forming on the side of his face and the split in his lip. Wiping at it, he forced the tears back because that would just make him feel even more worthless. Instead, he’d turn to the only thing that brought him happiness — his flute.

Even if he wasn’t feeling particularly musical at the moment, he’d play it because that was something he knew how to do. It was something he was good at. However, as soon as shaking hands raised it, the injury to his mouth ached and Wylan was unable to properly form his lips into the shape he wanted to perform. With a noise of quiet despair, he dropped his flute on the table and buried his face in his arms, unable to stop the tears from falling this time.

[solitaryschizoid]

neurotypicals will be like "you can't self diagnose" and then diagnose everyone they dislike as a narcissist