#speak up!

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[aspiring-writer-hidden-voice]

I’m scared…

[katsuki, izuku, kirishima]

WARNING: MENTIONS OF ABUSE, BURNS, BROKEN BONES, GASLIGHTING, SELF HARM!

Something made his gut scream at him to rush to your side without hesitation when you did everything possible to avoid eye contact with everyone who passed. That wasn’t too out of character for you, since mornings were a bit rough in general without your daily dose of caffeine, yet the heavy way your head hung low told of a secret he had to know. It wasn’t going to be so easy for him though. You were a damn good master at putting up a façade so others couldn’t guess what you were thinking or how your life was outside these walls. Some decided to give you space since you didn’t seem up to your usual self even when armed with several cups of coffee within your system but that knot in his stomach twisted more when the odd addition of a scarf around your neck slipped just enough to reveal bruised flesh. He didn’t approach though until it was just the two of you, the artificial lights above your heads casting his features into a shadow almost too dark for you to see as he “accidentally” tugged on the flimsy fabric while trying to reach for a file just over your shoulder.

Black and blue finger shaped bruises decorated both sides of your fragile throat. Not only that but there were inflamed bite marks leading downwards to disappear along your shirt’s collar. The high collar shirt…use of a scarf despite spring giving way to summer…your avoidance of people…

He didn’t like where this was going but the words still leapt from his lips nonetheless. “When did you get those”

Tears burned the backs of your eyes as you wrenched away, pushing against your desk. “Don’t know what you’re talking about.” A gasp slipped from your raw throat, coming out almost as a cry, when his large calloused fingers found your wrist.

“You can’t hide anything from me, (Y/n), we know each other way too much to even try to pull that crap.” The chuckle at the end of his sentence was fake, both of you could tell, but the sincerity ringing behind every word nearly made your heart crack. “You know you can talk to me about anything, right?”

Words flew up your throat before you could stop them. “F-Four…” Bile rose to coat your tongue when his eyes widened. What disgusted you most though: the fact you hid it from your best friend for so long or the fact it was happening in the first place? The words you were attempting to stop rushed forth on their own when he made to speak, as if they were rushing to heard before you could swallow them down. “…months, two weeks, three days…”

The fingers around your wrist instantly released their hold but they found the collar of your shirt. Fabric tearing filled the air yet you didn’t flinch as the air met your skin. It’s been a long time coming, someone was bound to find out or you were eventually going to spill the beans about what’s been happening, a part of you were relieved that it was him who had finally confronted you while the other sobbing in a corner begging for his forgiveness.

Muscular arms that could crush boulders and lift slabs of concrete began to shake as his gaze bore into yours. “So this whole time that you’ve been flinching when one of the guys says your name…”

A tear slipped from your eye, causing his expression to increasingly become more pained as each droplet that followed answered each statement.

“When someone touched you without warning…”

Another tear.

“…all the times you were checking your phone because it kept going off…”

This time several spilled down your cheeks.

“…and you didn’t say anything because they told you no one would believe you…”

Broken sobs wracked your body as the wall met your back, vulnerability crashing over you as he remained standing and his shadow fell over your haunched figure. Your arms rose shakily to wrap around yourself as if seeking stability and recoiled violently when something brushed the top of your head. Whatever it was withdrew completely, making you want to dig a hole in hopes of disappearing within it, and let out a gut wrenching scream when vice-like objects wrapped around you in a near straight jacket hold. Fight mode failed to engage as he was replaced by someone else who claimed they did what they did because you deserved the treatment.

Because you talked to another person without their permission…

That your clothing is too provocative though they complimented similar styles on others…

Your body wasn’t to their liking anymore despite your efforts…

Just as they said, you were powerless…and weak…unimportant…

“Stop it.” His voice was so dark that you nearly didn’t recognize it despite his lips being right next to your ear. “Don’t believe a single word they said.” The two objects confining your movements began to softly sway back and forth as a weight settled upon your shoulder. What you recognized as his arms gave a squeeze. “You’re not going home tonight.”

Terror flittered through your veins as the vision of a certain someone waiting for you to walk through the door back at a residence the two of you shared. If you didn’t return by a certain time, you’d receive a real punishment that made your current state seem lax. And once they caught wind of the fact you were alone with him of all people… The shadow of your hair fell over to conceal the upper half of your face. “I…”

His rocking ceased at your hoarse whisper. “Stay with me tonight.”

A quiver appeared within your lip at how gentle his tone had become, how careful he was holding you, even the fond way his gaze felt when it met yours when he withdrew so he could clean your face with his sleeve. The lingering dark image from memory dissipated as his name rose up your throat. “I can’t…need to go home…”

The protest was weak, even to your own ears, yet your body attempted to remove itself from his hold without full strength. He let his arms fall to rest at his sides as you remained sitting in silence. You weren’t going to relay or describe the punishment surely waiting for you, he didn’t need to know, but that didn’t stop your mind from painting one anyway.

Fists or palms? Possibly both would pummel across your body the moment you’d entered. Their voice filling the air with accusations and profanity as new bruises bloomed like flowers on your body in places clothing would hide them. There would be no food for you at least for another week because you’d be gaslighted into thinking the situation was your fault and it was how your psyche reacted in response to stress. Food would no longer hold any joy for you until they voiced their forgiveness so why eat it? You could loose a few pounds anyway, so they say, maybe this time you’d keep off that weight.

A calloused palm met your cheek. The swimming thoughts and blurs of images ceased, replaced by his worried gaze that bore into your own. “Talk to me. Please.” His bottom lip became caught between his teeth when you didn’t speak.

You’ve never seen him like this and it was making your stomach knot knowing that it was you causing him whatever he was feeling. Did he hate you now? Did he think you were weak? Was he going to turn his back and leave as if he knew nothing? A small voice in the back of your head rose, growing louder with each passing heartbeat that sounded within your ears, calling out his name in desperation. It was strangled to silence by the many memories of hands which had embedded themselves within your flesh and mind.

“Come home with me.” Stern finality entered his tone when you still chose to remain silent. Standing, he encouraged you to do the same by means of a slight pressure to your jaw that caused and your body unconsciously obeyed without hesitation until you too were standing, and the hand he’d used drifted down to brush your fingers.

Those battle and train worn fingers were gentle yet affirmative as they helped you into his car, never straying from yours for too long if they could help it, and they were quick to find yours when you began shaking when passing the exit that would take you off the main highway towards the side of town where your residence was. Once arriving they carefully helped you from the car with subtlest pressures to guide you in a certain direction until you were stepping through the entryway that was his home.

And still you lacked the strength or will to fight as he led you up a staircase to where he said you’d be staying in a spare bedroom suite close to his own. Why weren’t you fighting back? You shouldn’t be here! This was wrong! He was your friend, your colleague, it was inappropriate! Stiffness entered your steps while nearing the suite until you came to a stop.

He was instantly standing before you, the idle chitchat he’d been going on about that you should’ve been paying attention to ending in silence as your gazes met. “It’s okay,” he said softly, “you’re okay.”

But you weren’t. Though they were miles away it still felt like your partner was attempting to rip you apart from the inside. Even from such a great distance they still had a hold on you.

Tears that had dried returned as you shook your head. “I’m scared…”

“You don’t have to be anymore,” he whispered while tucking a strand of fallen hair behind your ear.

Again your head shook, this time vigorously as the tiny voice fought its way up your throat with a choke. Stepping back from him, your hands removed the high collared shirt and pants to reveal everything to him. Bite marks, bruises in the various shapes ranging from fingerprints to blunt objects, long thin scars or cuts gradually leading to your wrists, faintly blotchy patches of skin from where burns were still healing courtesy of cigarette burns; almost every inch of your skin was covered in a wound of some sort. You could feel his gaze tracing every single one of them, it felt like a knife stabbed your heart when within his gaze rose emotions swirling in a typhoon of color, but they never lost their worry or warmth when they met your own. “I don’t…I don’t want to die…” Sobs wracked your body when he moved to catch your exhausted being, his much larger frame easily cradling yours as you shattered into a million pieces. Every wall that you’d built up to lock away your emotions recently came crumbling down with each soft spoken affirmation that passed from his lips into your ear.

That night he never left your side. Not even for a second. A shower, hot meal, clean bed, fresh medicine and bandages were accompanied by his attempts to make you show the ghost of a smile he’s missed. Some lame jokes were said which earned your eye rolls but buried deep beneath the ruins you were still there just waiting for the right time to appear. He diligently stood watch over your night terror stricken being with blazing gaze locked on the single entrance that a certain someone would have to come through if they wanted you. One of his hands was always at the ready to soothe you with head pets, massaging your temples, even offering you his flesh when instinct demanded you lashed out blindly.

How they found out where you were was no surprise to him. He’d spotted the Life360 app on your phone when it had been placed on the charger, yet even through the darkness there appeared a glint of something unbecoming of the hero as tires came to a stop within the driveway around two in the morning. It was too late for any welcomed visitors and judging from the footfalls they weren’t any he recognized. He took a brief moment to brush the fallen hair out of your face. When was the last time you’d been able to sleep this peacefully? All of the worry lines and wrinkles you’d gained in the last few months were beginning to disappear before his very eyes the longer you’d slept under his careful watch. It did him good in multiple ways having you here; knowing you were safe, cared for, and protected. The heart in his chest gave a squeeze when instead of flinching away from his touch, as you had earlier, you’re slumbering form appeared to relish it with a soft hum.

Footsteps came to a stop at the front step, the familiar weight and sound more than enough to wake you instantly. He was there though to soothe and calm you back down. Sleep would be near impossible for you now knowing who was just downstairs on the opposite side of your friend’s front door…but you weren’t aware of the melatonin he’d included within your dinner. Soon you were drifting off to sleep against his shoulder as he silenced the alarms when the uninvited visitor attempted to break in. Tucking you back under the covers, he took a moment to survey the multitude of bandages that covered your being. He’d done his best to treat your wounds, making mental note to take tomorrow off so as to take you to a hospital, and silenced your phone with a swipe of a fingertip across the power button so the alarm wouldn’t wake you.

Gentleness within his features gave way to calm nothing as he exited the room to close the door carefully behind him. Justice would be served tonight. Tomorrow’s dawn would bring to light everything needed to persecute this individual.

“(Y/n)! Get your ass out here now! I know you’re in there—!”

Their sentence was cutoff by him wrenching the door open and stepping out into the night, forcing them to take a step back, and closed the door behind him with a click. Calm melted away to expose unbridled wrath as his gaze locked upon the figure. Fury unlike any had known capable by this man rose like infernos within his gaze as he faced the shadowed person who had come for you. “Let’s have a talk.”

For those in similar situations, I have something to say: please do not stay silent! Your suffering can be stopped before it’s too late. It’s hard to believe but there are hundreds and thousands of people who understand the pain you are experiencing. There is help available for domestic violence. We are not victims…We are SURVIVORS. Our power is much greater than that of our abusers. Don’t believe the sugar coated lies such as “I only do it because I love you” or “I promise to never do it again”. Especially when you hear “no one will believe you” or “it’s your word against mine”. If you can’t talk to family or friends, reach out to the local police department, hospital, church, or firehouse (not the restaurant). Anyone can receive shelter and aid until addressing the abuse can be made.

Silence is not golden.

Speak up, speak out.

[zerkinoff]

ryan and jon are always whispering. would you like to share with the class

[milfyspamton]

i want you

ok alright yeah im sure you do buddy

[ghcstvalleychief]

“This is what MA want” “Stop fighting!” “Respect their wishes!” I do not understand this fandom. I do not.

Mile is a new actor. Apo was gone for a while. This is the peak, the rising fame. It’s quite literally the time to have the spotlight? Roles? Etc, etc, etc. Also…in any industry…it’s very hard to say no to someone in charge and as everyone has said, MA seem to be selfless and great so I am not surprised MA “agreed” to having decreased screen-time. (My question is. To be honest: was it agreement? We might never know but if people can say this is their wishes, how do they honestly know that this is their wish?) It feels absolutely fair to point out the implications, manipulation,,,etc. on the other side of it. The way people do not even considered the implications of any of it lol. Because it IS there.

I don’t know if I am wording this articulative enough but my overall point as everyone has said, it doesn’t make sense. None of it does. This is their time and just..tbh..it’s absolutely fair of MA fans to point out the disparity; the implications; and to question the decisions. If people can say “respect” their decision then it’s certainly fair to question the implications (with BOC…Pond….etc.)

This fandom lacks a backbone if you ask me. Sorry not sorry for saying it.

I've been in a number of fandoms where Black American actresses have experienced some of the worse racism and bigotry in the world at the hands of both the fandom and the executive producers of said shows. You know what the fans of those Black women did once we realized they couldn't speak out due to contracts and other legal bullshit? We went to war for those women. We trended, we spoke out, and we made our voices be heard because we knew they couldn't. They heard us and they appreciated their fans for doing what they couldn't. We even forced the TPTB to do things they weren't previously before because we made such a fuss on social media. Things weren't magically fixed but it did change some things.

Contrary to popular belief, saying no to your boss could land you in hot water. It shouldn't but it's a very harsh reality of the real world. It's why Candice Patton waited until The Flash has all but ended to finally speak out about the racism she experienced while being Iris West Allen. Black American actresses would get blackballed and blacklisted if they dared to say anything and their fans understood that, so we did it for them because we knew we had the power to make or break these shows.

This fandom is too young, too immature, and too naive to do something like that though. More mature MA fans are trying their best but the rest of the fandom is too unaware of the effects of silence. Nothing changes if you don't complain. You have to make some noise and speak up if you want something to change. Staying silent does nothing. Sure, Mile and Apo could be fine with this. Maybe. It's like you said - how do we know? It's the job of the fans to right that wrong because the actors most likely can't. You have no power when there's contracts involved, and that's true everywhere. Even in places that proclaim to be so progressive and forward thinking. Actors have less power than you think. Especially actors who are just starting their careers and who have no real connections in the industry yet. Which is true for both of them, despite the fallacy that they have more clout and power than they truly do. They don't have the power to disagree with something and not be blacklisted for it. Not yet.

[chrismcshell]

northern hemisphere babes we made it to the longest night of the year. we made it. for the next 6 months, every day will give us a little more daylight than the last. let's go. take my hand. climb out of the darkness with me

[astraystayyh]

i dont think there is a word yet that can describe how absolutely vile israel is. they killed thirsty children by targeting a water tank.

how inhumane do you have to be to support this, to fund this, to excuse this, to ignore this and pretend as if it isn’t going on?

* news was originally shared by Ramy Abdul, chairman of Euromed Human Rights Monitor

it is also not the first time Israel has targeted water tanks . this is how some Palestinians in Gaza get water supplies since the IDF threatens to shoot them.

[wearenotjustnumbers2]

Remember the 6 year old girl who was surrounded by Israeli tanks and the red crescent couldn't reach her? Her name is Hind Hamadeh. Here you can hear the phone call her 15 year old sister, Layan Hamadeh, made with the medics. She was killed exactly a moment later including all people in the car, except for 6 year old Hind who was stuck in the car with the dead bodies of her family, Israeli tanks and IDF surrounding her, shooting, preventing anybody to reach her.

That was last night (29.1.24). Today, still nothing. The fate of Hind remains unknown.

palestine red crescent ambulance team went to rescue her yesterday evening, but they have not returned as of now. We lost contact with them about 18 hours ago, and we still remain unaware of their fate and whether they succeeded in evacuating her or not.

Please, share Hind's story as much as you can on any platform. We need to know what happened to her. Put yourself in her place, how terrified she must be. Don't scroll past this.

This is Hind.

[badolmen]

WARNING 18+

19

[sugas6thtooth]

[kenobihater]

tragedy enjoyers when a character perpetuates the cycle of violence they themselves were a victim of

[theshadowrealmitself]

I like to think that Vulcans who come to understand that Humans just can’t try to process emotions the same way as them, it’s just healthiest to let it out in harmless ways, decide that venting and stuff should be taken just as seriously as Vulcan’s meditation time, and will encourage the Humans around them to complain about what’s upsetting them

People who are used to aloof Vulcans who avoid Humans at all cost running into one comforting a Human

“-and then they said my cheesecake was subpar, and they didn’t even bring a dish!!!”

“The purpose of this event was that every participant brings a food item of sorts, correct?”

“Yeah!!”

“And they did not follow this rule while insulting dishes that were brought?”

“Mostly just my dish but yeah >:(“

“How illogical”

“That’s what I’m saying!!!”

[sewercentipede]

honor thy mother and thy father

[narwhalsarefalling]

my mother taught me to crochet when i was young. she was left handed, so she taught me how in the bathroom mirror so her hands would be in the right position.

she learned to crochet from her grandmother, who was right handed. her grandma was the one that originally used the bathroom mirror to teach her granddaughter properly.

i find something poetic about that. here in this bathroom mirror, through generations, we adapt to our young who have a different way of learning and interacting with the world