#implied victim blaming

[rockgodklav]

@/firstclassattorney didn't hit you or anything as a kid riiiiiiiight

hes vague on what "disciplining" you as a kid meant and I'm worried abt you now

“..Kristoph is a reasonable man, ja; he, thus, doesn’t do anything without reason to.”

[OOC: HELP ?? KIJI (THE KRISTOPH MOD) AND I WERE JUST TALKING ABOUT THIS A COUPLE HOURS AGO??? FOR REFERENCE:

But yes, Kristoph, in our interpretation, is physically abusive to some degree towards Klavier.]

@firstclassattorney

[goodluckdetective]

If you’re reaction to this Neil Gaiman stuff is to crow how “I always hated his work” or “I knew he had bad vibes” I want you to stop, and understand what I hear, which is “they deserved it”

“But no” you say! That wasn’t what you meant. You just wanted to-

What? Talk about how you always knew better? That you were above falling for the act? That you always knew something was off? You are good enough to know evil when you see it?

Cool. So they were too stupid to know better? That they fell for the act? That they should have known something was off like you? That they weren’t good enough to spot this coming?

“That’s not what I meant! I meant his fans!”

Some of his fans were his victims. So only they deserved it?

“Not his fans who were his victims but his annoying fans-“

That’s what you’re getting from this? That you can finally brag to those annoying fans about how stupid they were for liking his work because…. a monstrous level of abuse happened. Glad you’re enjoying putting those fans in their place with….a bunch of horrific sex crimes.

Anyway, people who are making this about Gaiman’s work or his characters have lost the plot, I agree there. But people making this about how smart they were, how they knew better?

Think about what you’re actually saying and maybe shut the fuck up.

[fabuloustrash05]

2012 April Haters: 2012 April is a manipulater and likes the attention Donnie and Casey give her!

2012 April: *has verbally told Donnie and Casey that they creep her out when they are ogling at her when they see her in the space jumpsuit, expressed her discomfort with Donnie and Casey hugging/touching her without her consent, has shown to be uncomfortable when Casey forces a hug on her in S3, is rightfully uncomfortable when Donnie gives her an inappropriate romantic gift of a music box with his face in it when they’re not even dating, and when she switched bodies with Casey, he took advantage of the situation and felt her up and laughed at April when she berated him and told him to stop touching her body*

Me: …Yes April totally loves the “attention” 🙄

[red-garden]

i feel so bad for SJ because i feel like him experiencing an OUNCE of sexual desire towards a man would genuinely fuck him up so much.

like this would be him

Thats why I need more fanfics of him straight up panicking over having romantic/sexual desires towards YQY

Genuinely I think the distress he would feel would be deeply upsetting. He might be able to delude himself about romantic feelings about another man, but lust is pretty unmistakable. And because Shen Jiu can’t conceive of lust as anything other than inherently violent and men as sex obsessed violent animals, I think this would trigger a bad fear response and self loathing from him. If this feeling was towards anyone other than YQY he would probably convince himself that the other man knew somehow and was going to use it to force himself on Shen Jiu and claim he wanted it. If it’s towards YQY, he would turn all of that fear and anger and loathing back on himself. He knows YQY is not only gentle/differential to a fault, he also knows YQY would never do anything to make him uncomfortable, including telling the truth. This is the only man he might ever feel safe around and yet he feels the violence of lust? Obviously this makes Shen Jiu a terrible person and maybe YQY was right not to come back for him. Maybe Qi-ge knew he was just as rotten as the rest and deserved everything QJL did to him. 

[mrmanbat]

In honor of me not getting a Spotify wrapped here’s what I think the the bats got as their top artist (I know shit about music):

Babs: you can’t convince me she isn’t a audiobook girly.

Dick: panic! at the disco. I can not for the life of me tell you why.

Cass: Chappell Roan. She likes to play Chappell on patrol to fuck with the villains. 

Jason: no one. He doesn’t listen to music. The emo bitch prefers the silence of his thoughts.

Steph: Hozior. Pretty self explanatory I think.

Tim: Green Day. Again- pretty self explanatory. (He lowkey gives me punk dad vibes but nepobaby?? I might be on something)

Duke: same reason as Cass but with Lady Gaga

Damian: Imagine Dragons. I’m sorry. You know it’s true.

[w3ndytheraccoon]

I really hate Stolas, btw. I would have like him if they didn't constantly victimised him and make him the "good" one in the situation and villainised Blitz for having self-esteem issues, but they did so I hate Stolas.

Also Apology Tour is such a bullshit episode the only ones who deserved an apology from Blitz are Verosika for stealing and maxxing her card and abandoning her and M&M for stalking on them

[agentoffangirling]

Um. Care to explain what you mean by "some people"? Because so far the only people I've seen have legitimate issues with Hold Them Down have been SA survivors. And ngl, you sound a little victim blamey.

I'm blaming that one person on TikTok who believes Jorge Rivera-Herrans is problematic bc he included a topic of SA in a song about a myth that has SA

My problems are not that the person is a victim, bc genuinely what they have gone through is awful and I would never wish that on ANYONE. My problem is that they don't seem to understand that the Odyssey has some very uncomfortable topics in it and it's not an invention of Jorge to include it in "Hold Them Down". My problem is that they believe that it was made up so we could feel bad about Penelope. My problem is that they believe such inclusion makes Jorge a bad writer and that he should never write music again

It's quite literally aimed at nobody else, just at that one person who does not understand it was in the og myth and Jorge did a best of a job he could at depicting such a thing respectfully

[plural-confessions]

going to massively traumadump and overshare here but its fine very few people know enough details to connect this to us so

TW: csa nothing super explicit but referenced and discussed also like a victim being forced to forgive an abuser and the theoretical idea of a victim being forced into close proximity with an abuser programming /programmed system (ramcoa except we dont like using that acronym) victim blaming

its not fair we never got to be angry its not fair we never got to be upset to internalize the fact what happened to us was fucked up that it shouldnt have happened o still remember the first time we verbalized that even to ourselves that it shouldnt have happened no matter how fucked up we are no matter how terrible we are no one should have to go through what we did let alone any child but we did and we were never allowed to process that before we had to forgive them what they did we had to act like it was fine like it didnt matter like all was forgiven like it was that easy like what they did didnt ruin us permanently as if we will ever be okay again like we arent terrified all of the time because of them as if ptsd doesnt effect every part of life as if we can actually function inspite of our ptsd as if we arent debilitated by our ptsd even what shouldve be our escape our way of healing and protecting ourselves was tainted by them finding out we were programmed that they made us hurt we already knew we existed because of trauma but to know that they actively had a hand literally makes us feel sick we were a child and no matter what we deserve there are certain atrocities even we do not deserve we never got to be upset about what happened we never got to be mad honestly part of it is our own fault not because of some sick sense of loyalty or at least not one to them they didnt put the pressure on us but if we had let them press charges like they wanted to when we managed to break our programming and out our abuse maybe if we had less empathy (maybe thats why so many of our newer members have low empathy?) maybe if we werent the least favorite child(ren) of the bodys mom maybe if we didnt know that shed hate us for it for taking one of the good kids away from her maybe maybe maybe se never got to be mad we never got to be upset we always blamed ourselves for not being better or stronger we were so young how could anyone expect that from us and yet they did if it wasnt their fault which we were never allowed to think then it mustve been ours we were never saved by someone else but we dont even get to have saved ourselves they just stopped because we started puberty do you know how fucked up that is? she wants us to be in the same room she always talks about the both of is like someday well be comfortable around eachother that we could live in close quarters like wed want to see them again i dont know how to tell her the idea makes us so scared we feel like throwing up

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[galactic-blooms]

[Massive TW for moderately sexual themes, depression, getting drugged, s/a implications, and victim blaming. Lime rating. Will probably delete later.]

Heavy, hot breathing.

That's all he hears- his own breath, muffled by someone else's lips as heat rushes through his whole body.

This feeling has him in a vice grip... just like the grip of his partner's hands on his wrists, pinning them above his head as he's pressed between their body and the wall.

It's not a position he's used to, but hell will freeze over before he tries to stop it. It's been far too long- After a good few days of feeling like nothing mattered anymore, this was exactly what he needed to get the edge off. Everything is hazy and a little distorted, but he doesn't care. The heat, the chase, the rush of moments building up- it's all he feels like he's living for, sometimes, like some desperate animal.

His partner- girl, boy, whoever, all that matters is that they kiss good- whines a bit between kisses. "Oh, fuck, Luiz... you're just as good as everyone says," they pant.

The name strikes him wrong, but quickly Astrion Luiz moves on and jumps right back into the moment. Little things like that have never been one to deter him, and it sure as hell isn't going to stop him now.

"Yeah?" he replies, pulling his hands down to his sides. Those few weeks at the gym finally seem to be paying off, no one could truly pin him... but, who is he to take this moment away from his partner? That's the fun of power play, being able to go back and forth. He'll be on their end in a matter of minutes, and they both know it.

"You been hearing good things about me?" Luiz asks with a smirk, taking the opportunity to catch his breath. "Clearly I'm doing something right then, babe-"

"Shut."

Their lips crash back against his, stealing away the breath he just caught, as muffled rushing slowly grows into the obvious sound of cheering and whooping, rising above the music in waves to urge them on.

Right. He's at a house party. Well that just makes everything more fun, he's always loved giving an audience a show.

Through the kisses, their partners lips drag from his lips down to his collarbone, eliciting a groan from Luiz and wave of bliss down his body. The audience watching cheers louder, urging them on to continue... something Luiz has no problem with.

"Ay, Santi!!" someone calls.

Luiz turns towards the blurry figure- again, no discernable features, just like the rest of the crowd. They seem to cycle between people he knows, but the person- a guy- speaks before he has time to question it.

"How much longer you gonna keep me waiting? Remember the dare, yeah? Or am I gonna have to get with one of the chicks here and just let you watch?"

Luiz laughs. "Listen man, I love watching a show as much as I love puttin' one on, how bad do you want me though? You gonna come take me? Use your words, darling, how bad do you need me? This could be you, right here."

Several people in the crowd internally swoon.

The new figure approaches, looming over Luiz and his current partner. "Come on, Santi, 5 minutes? You got a line of people waiting, it'll take too long if you two go the full mile."

He makes a point.

The figure takes hold of Luiz's chin, forcing him to look at him. His eyes widen- bold, dominant... perfect for a power struggle.

"What's the phrase about you... you belong to everyone and no one, yeah? You gonna prove that to me? Or does a pet finally have an owner and we have to wait to get a turn? You know how much I hate waiting..."

And it feels like Luiz is riled up from the beginning all over again.

He makes a tch sound in his cheek. "God, aren't you just impatient... but, fine, I can play around a bit. I always can."

The crowd scheme and banter around them, itching to watch the show to come as the new partner smiles- a clear, sharp grin that Luiz wants to wipe right off his face in a heavy makeout session that'd make Satan himself blush. However, his current partner suddenly grabs Luiz's cheek and forces him to look back at them.

"Come on, don't leave me hanging, we're having so much fun! We can't just do it now? Just for a little?" they plead.

Christ, Luiz hates having to make these decisions... but, it's easy when he remembers who he is. The title he wears proudly.

"Gonna have to put this on hold, darling, I got a lot of others waiting for me..."

Their partner's face twists in confusion and mild disgust, he can see it so clearly even without facial features... for a moment, he almost feels bad. "Are you serious?" they ask, voice distorting.

The music around makes it hard to hear much of anything, a disconnected amalgamation of songs he knows jumbled and mixed, slurred together like drunken thoughts. Still, he pushes firmly yet gently against their grasp, kissing their cheek and whispering in their ear.

"Hey, don't take it personal, this is just me."

"... This is just.. you? Leaving people behind to get a taste of others? Is that seriously the kind of guy you are???"

Luiz winces slightly... he hates these conversations.

"I'm not exclusive, babydoll, if someone wants a piece of me then they get it... I'm not one to 'dedicate', if that makes sense. I'm not exclusive... to anyone."

Their partner is silent.

"I'm still gon' be around, don't worry... you'll see me around, probably get a show. It'll be a fun watch!"

"And... if I'd rather just do you?"

As nice as it sounds, Luiz knows he has to decline. "... later. I'll probably be getting with a couple people tonight... this won't be the only time. Promise. But remember... I belong to everyone, and no one. I'm all your guys' toy. That won't change."

He gives them another kiss before slinking past, following their new partner into the crowd and leaving the other in a crowd no longer interested.... a sense of guilt wracks in his mind, but he shoves it aside. They're new. It'll be good for them to learn how things work with him, and he can apologize tomorrow when everyone's hungover and too miserable to hold a grudge. Sounds like a plan.

The rest of the night goes as most party nights do, as good as possible... couple great kissers. A couple not-so-great kissers who learn some things. The never-ending waves of bliss and highs that never were reached. The indecisiveness of who to get next. The rush. The chase. The thrill.

It feels like hours pushed into one minute, a feeling Luiz isn't used to but also isn't entirely unfamiliar with. Regardless, the taste of what feels like a million lips stain his mouth as he trudges through the crowd, an arm or two around his shoulders and waist, the remnants of drinks and sweat making his shirt stick to him as he fights to keep the waistband of his shorts up, hand fumbling with the buttons. That's a show for way later in the night when surely no one will remember.

"Think I'm ready for another drink," he murmurs aloud into the crowd. A tap on his arm notifies him, and a green bottle is handed over.

"God, perfect, thank you sugarpie, I owe ya one," he smiles, taking it and downing it in one go without a second thought. Gross, but manageable.

... Actually... why did that one taste so... different? Why was it bitter?

"Oh, no need to thank me, Luiz... just a couple kisses will do," a voice responds. He recognizes it as one of his partners from earlier, and laughs slightly.

"Awh, couldn't stay away...? Didja feel like you needed to gimme a drink to give you a round two?" he asks with a drunken laugh, gently pushing the crowd aside and taking the waist of the drink bearer. "Why didn't you just ask?"

The person laughs, their voice slurred and hazy. "Well, who am I to stop a beast on a rampage?"

Luiz responds to the comment with a strong kiss, one that spirals into making out. Their hands climb under his shirt, his on their waist, as their lips crash and tongues explore each other...

And suddenly, something feels wrong.

He breaks the kiss for a moment to try and catch his breath. "Whew-"

But lips are immediately pressed against his, stealing the opportunity for fresh air. Luiz pulls back again, trying to push them back as his brain spins.

"Oh, Jesus, whew-"

"Everything okay, Santiago?"

"Y.. yeah, I think I'm... oh, wow, that drink was strong, feels like the first time I drank all over again.."

Luiz laughs, as well as many others... but the sense of something wrong doesn't subside. He's never felt this far gone before... it's not right.

".. hey, hey darling- what was that drink you gave me?"

His partner, with an expression Luiz can't say is concern, tilts their head. "Just a beer with some vodka mixed in, why?"

"I just... something... don't feel right..."

"Oh please, you're overexaggerating... or is Luiz Santiago finally hitting his limit?"

Limit? No, no such thing. No matter how wrong this feels... or the gut feeling within that says something is horrifically wrong...

Suddenly, people yell out. Luiz stands up straight as he realizes he almost fell right into a bunch of people.

"I'm- I'm okay! Swear, just... effects of the alcohol hittin'..." he announces through slurred syllables. He tries his damnedest to believe his own words.

His partner takes his hands, slowly pressing him further and further backwards until Luiz hits a wall... their lips punch against his, hard enough to steal breath that he desperately needs. For some reason, however, Luiz can't yank away his head. Their hands tighten around his wrists and push him to the wall... and for some reason, he can't push back, no matter how much he tries.

The whole world around him distorts further.

"... what... hey, no, wha..." he tries to yell, only to be drowned out by the sound of people cheering as he feels a knee between his legs. Any attempts to protest fall futile to both the pleasure and supposed alcohol stealing the energy to say anything.

Everything grows hazy, bits and pieces fading in and out of black zones while Luiz tries to kiss back, all of his energy going into keeping his head up as the strength is taken from all the muscles in his body, heat and the muffled feeling of arousal seeming to turn his muscles and will into jelly.

There's no pain. Maybe some mental discomfort... but his body craves whatever's happening, or at least the last conscious bits of it crave this. He doesn't fight. He can't fight. The rest of the world distorts and blurs into nothing more than large blocks of hazing, changing colors as all sensation leaves his body, and the dizziness of the supposed drink grows...

... when all of a sudden, Luiz finds himself in bed in the morning. His own bed, wearing nothing but his own boxers...

But something down there feels terribly, terribly wrong.

He doesn't remember.

He can't remember anything. Nothing after... that drink...

It's all wrong. Luiz feels nauseous.

A puddle of sick suddenly spills into his lap... and with a cough, Luiz pries open his now watery eyes to the sight of pills and razorblades in the pile of some substance he can't describe. The clarity of the world around him fades again, as sharp pains on his inner thighs make him curl up. while the room grows dark.

No... fuck, please, what the hell's going on?! he wonders to himself, haze filling his mind again. This time, the sound of yelling follows.

"A party? The day before church? What in God's name were you thinking?!"

Oh. Oh, that's a voice he absolutely recognizes.

"... Mom, please, something's wrong-" he mutters, voice growing quiet and desperate for a comfort he knows to not expect. "I didn't... something happened-"

"Something happened? Good, you finally have some shame instilled in you... took you long enough, Luiz."

"Dad, no, please-"

"Whatever happened to you is punishment for your sins. Be grateful you awoke here and not hell. It is not our fault you decided to go against God's graces and put yourself out to the devil... you get no sympathy from us, you did this to yourself."

A choked sob catches in Luiz's throat as the berations fade into yet more slurred sounds, callouts of shame and disgust from some mixed with whoops and encouragements from others... all of which he wants to be loved by.

But that's not possible, is it?

The wrong feeling settles low in Luiz's stomach, a mix of nausea and lingering descent from a high he can't remember, the bliss and fear of hands he doesn't recognize crawling up his shirt as the feeling fades into oblivion, all other lights seeming to spin and blur around him...

And suddenly, Luiz Astrion feels himself shaken awake.

"ASTRION!"

He yelps as he awakes in a fright, clamoring back on the sofa as Gaia startles back as well.

"Hey, hey, calm down, it's okay, you're okay!" she exclaims, dropping her possessions as she runs to his side.

Astrion's chest heaves heavily with each breath, rising and falling under his cloudy hand.... wait- why is it under his shirt?

With a sudden wave of humiliation, Astrion yanks his hand way from his skin, face heating with embarrassment as any remaining arousal quickly disperses into pure fear and shame. He looks around, the structures and setting around him finally clear with recognizable details: the apothinn lobby, on a couch in a corner.

... Christ, he really just had a dream like that in the open? What if someone walked in and saw?

Astrion looks up at Gaia, quickly trying to ignore everything as a lump forms in his throat.

"S---.. sorry about that, Gaia, I, just.. had a bad dream, that's it, sorry," he mutters, looking down at himself. Clothes... that's a good thing. No way to see the scars below the fabric. "Um.. how'd the trip to Gideon go?"

"It... well, it's a long story, but, are... are you alright, Astrion? You look... gods, you look horrified..."

No. She can't know. He starts talking about it, he's going to sob.

So he waves off the comment. "It's nothing, just a bad dream..."

"About...?"

"About none of your business."

Both siblings visibly pause. Gaia looks purely taken aback.

".... f---, sorry, that... that was just rude..."

"It was..." She doesn't seem all that offended, despite her arms crossing... still, Astrion stands and stretches upwards, as if the horrifying dream wasn't anything.

"You think you can take the inn for the night, maybe?" he asks, feigning indifference on his face.

Gaia tilts her head. "... um... sure... are you going somewhere?"

"Probably. Radio's place, maybe. Just wanna check on him."

He starts to walk past Gaia, only to be stopped... by a hand around his wrist area.

"Hold on, Astri-"

"NO!!!"

He yanks his arm away harshly.

They're both lucky Gaia's grip was loose as it is, or else they may have had to handle the porcelain shards of what once was her thumb strewn across the wooden tile. She looks up at him, shocked by the aggression- a familiar sort of fear rests upon her brothers face, quickly contorting into a different sort of fear mixed with heavy shame.

".... f---, Gaia, are you-"

"Yes, I'm fine, but-"

"I'm fine, I don't wanna talk about it, I'll be okay, I just-"

He needs to get away. Now. He needs to leave. He almost hurt Gaia, he can't stay here.

But her face... Gaia stares at him with such a hurt expression, as if he did crack her thumb. She stares at him with horror and conflicted confusion.

There's no one else around except the two, so she speaks again.

"... Luiz..."

.... Luiz.

Who said that name again? Everyone, right? Even...

... who said that name again? Who called him that?

He doesn't want to remember anymore. Whoever called him that knew what happened to him, an incident he knows happened... but he doesn't know what. Maybe it was multiple people, so many people called him that,

But he needs to go, now, and find a distraction before the memories take hold of the fate he's almost slipped into so many times before...

"Luiz, please, talk to me..."

"..... I... I need to go."

He pushes past Gaia, speedwalking towards the door as she reaches out for him. "Luiz- Astrion! Wait!"

"I CAN'T BE HERE, GAIA-"

And immediately, his voice hushes. He yelled at his sister... more shame. Lovely.

Regardless, his final response is quiet and broken.

".... I just need to go. I'll be back tonight. Promise."

"Astrion, please-!"

.... but before she can continue, he's gone.

Gone with his own thoughts.

Gone with questions that'll never be answered.

Gone alone.

Gone with his least favorite person in the world.

And Gaia watches as the inn door drifts closed, her brother disappearing from sight without so much as a hint of what he dreamt...

All she can do is trust he'll stick to his word and be back by night.

But he doesn't even trust that for himself right now.

[sorry-little-girl]

Break me apart slowly

Destroy me

I deserved it all

[midnasocarina]

sabrina carpenter can do whatever without being expected to be responsible for feminism as a movement ohh my god. shes a cute hot pop star. her musical career has been about enjoying sex from the get-go. it is plain misogynistic to hold her responsible for the state of women's rights. be serious do not make this woman the next trendy scapegoat for "holding feminism back" it was lame in the 2000s and it's lame now

[thetimelordbatgirl]

Some people really saw George and Dream essentially do victim blaming and actually suggest silence is consent and actually proceeded to still support the two, huh?

[aworldoflovely]

Trigger warning: big implications of sexual abuse as well as victim blaming. There is also some Dabi apologism.

Touya and Keigo are in VERY bad places. The self loathing is deep for both of them.

It's been a particularly difficult few months for me even though I haven't written any one BIG thing. Writing all these small snippets has greatly helped me through the hardships.

Let me know what y'all think l, if indeed anyone is actually reading these. If I mis tagged or am.missing anything please let me know and I'll fix it.

****

Keigo forced himself to meet Touya's eyes. Despite all his changes, his eyes were the same; bright, intense, and beautiful.

"I never lied to you,"

"I know."

"All the things I shared with you. All of the things I let you do with me. None of them were lies."

Keigo's jaw started to wobble, but he maintained eye contact.

"I- I know."

"You shared everything I gave you. Every little thing I trusted you with you gave it away to the people who wanted to hurt me. You let them know every personal detail."

"No! Touya, no. Nothing about us, about what we were ever went beyond us, I swear." Just the thought of anyone else knowing about all of the intimacies they shared. Large and small made something twist in his throat. Those stolen moments were just for him and Dabi. Him and Touya.

If anything, that seemed to bother Touya more.

"So you kept secrets when you were involved, but the rest of us were fair game?"

Keigo started. That wasn't how it was at all!

"No, Da- Touya, I swear that's"

Touya shook off his words

"None of that matters now. It's done. What I want to know now is why, after everything I shared about my father, why did you let him be alone with me?"

Keigo's insides turned cold. "Wha-"

"I never shared specifics, but I told you about my father. The fear, the humiliation. I also wasn't exactly subtle about what he would do with me even if I never said it out loud. I know you knew because you held me through the panic attacks. Was it because I burned your wings off? I can understand that. It's just -"

Touya sighed. "I just want to know why you stepped in only months after it started happening again? Was it punishment? Apathy? Because none of us knew that I'd heal like this."

Touya gestured to his pale, unmarked skin as much as he could, being cuffed to the table.

Keigo blinked, then blinked again, then a third time, and took in a shuddering breath.

"I'm so sorry, Touya! I'm so so sorry"

Keigo bowed over the table, lowering his head as tears choked his throat.

After the war, after losing my quirk and being left alone to head the organization that, that"

"Quirk trafficked you?"

"Haha, yeah, made me the president of the the people that fucking quirk trafficked me I didn't think about it."

Keigo raised his head and met Touya's eyes, cold but intense.

"After the reveal of who your father was, and yes after you burned my wings -

"After you killed our friend,"

"Yeah, Touya, after I killed our friend on the orders of quirk traffickers and the people who thought a full frontal assault was a smart idea. I made myself not think about it. I was so sick and angry I told myself you were a psychotic liar

"I am a psychotic liar,"

"Well, so am I. I don't know what else you can call someone who can spend months with people, fall in love with someone, and still turn on them the moment they're ordered too. "

"I'm sorry, Touya, I knew everything and chose to do nothing."

[csaventing]

tw: self blaming, grooming, proship mention

I feel so gross for what i was groomed into thinking was okay. I used to support and look at such horrible things as a child. I used to support “proshipping” and drawn csem because adults online told me it was normal and not a big deal. It was a big deal and I feel so dumb for not realizing it.

I was 12-14ish i should have known better, yknow? And I didn’t fully unwork those beliefs until I was like 17 which I feel is too old to be forgiven. I feel so guilty so often.

It could be made worse by the fact I suffer from OCD so I consistently worry my past means I’m a predator or that i’ll harm someone.

This is very relateable. I got very manipulated and ended up defending incest and shit. It’s horrible I know but ultimately that so wasn’t our fault.

[death-rebirth-senshi]

"Were it not for fear, death would go unlamented."

[readyforsomeslapstick]

alright, taking bets on who is holding the flashlight at the end of Ep8

I've got my money on two candidates:

either the one person who was in the Biddle house that we haven't heard from, and who was sold as a villain from the start.

or the one person who willingly walked into the Biddle house but whose plans got massively derailed by Harold's sudden appearance.

it's either Allison, the ex-girlfriend, or Nathan Bratt himself.

If I'm wrong, then Disney needs new writers.