#domestic abuse cw

[txttletale]

Okay so I agree calling cops on people doing drugs is extremely fucked but what should we do about domestic abuse or human trafficking or people doing generally fucked highly illegal shit like, obligatory cops probably won't help but genuinely what should I or anyone else do in these situations because I'm not like batman

And while obviously obligatory communism fixes most of my concerns here but like, what can I do as an individual seeing these individual problems ? Not to say society wide analysis wouldn't be helpful here but again the point of the question is what can I do if I see people doing fucked up shit

Thank you and I hope I didn't sound aggressive!!!!!! Ur rlly bright!

i mean the answer is that if you witness domestic abuse or 'human trafficking' (a term i dislike because it is mostly used to position illegal immigration as equivalent to sexual slavery)--calling the cops will make things worse in 99% of cases.

if you involve law enforcement in a case where someone is being "trafficked" the most likely option (after, nothing happens because law enforcement are fundamentally incompetent at their alleged role)--is that the person who was forced into this circumstance by desperation will get deported back to the country they were desperate to leave in the first place. people who are forced into overseas slavery (sexual or otherwise) are in fact often kept in line by the people coercing them using the threat of immigration police.

similarly, calling law enforcement on a domestic abuse situation is basically unilaterally a bad idea unless the victim has specifically asked you to. the police will often harass victims and side with abusers. i cannot emphasize enough do not call the cops on a domestic violence situation. even in the best case scenario where the cops are theoretically willing to help--abuse victims very often, for various reasons, will lie to protect their abuser & then be the victim of retaliation from that abusers.

in either of those situations the best thing you as an individual can do is directly offer (offer, and do not expect that this offer will be taken up!) financial assistance, a place to crash overnight, or just (as is more likely within most people's capabilities) make it clear that you're a person who can be confided in who can keep their mouth shut.

but yes, obviously, more broadly the answer is--as you have in fact identified--that these are problems that you need to let go of the idea that you as an individual need to be intervening in or solving. like. the real best thing you can do is go start or join a mutual aid or community action group working to protect abuse/trafficking victims. another pair of hands at a women's shelter is infinitely more useful than anything you could do for anyone on your own.

#ask #importantangeldefendor #human trafficking #domestic abuse cw

[emyn-arnens]

As the Hare Flees Before the Wolf

Eöl & Celegorm | T | 1.8k | @tolkiengenweek Day 3: Enemies | AO3

The light of the open plains burned in Eöl’s eyes as he urged his horse onward, heedless of the wind lashing at his face. Again and again he cursed the names of his wife and son, turning their names into a drumbeat of rage that pounded steadily with the beat of Morroch’s hooves.

Aredhel, as faithless as the rest of her kin, bending to Maeglin’s whims and treachery as soon as Eöl’s gaze was turned away from her. And Maeglin, whose hatred had festered under the eaves of Nan Elmoth, and turned into a foul, fetid malignancy.

They would be punished justly, and his servants as well for not noticing their escape. He knew now that none could be trusted.

Eöl ground the reins into his palms and dug his heels into Morroch’s sides. He focused on the ground streaming beneath the horse’s hooves, averting his gaze from the accursed sun that burned high overhead.

Thus it was that he did not notice the half-ring of Elves that stood barring his passage, until a cold voice called for him to halt, and looking up and narrowing his eyes against the light, he found himself penned.

Eöl noted the light in their eyes, bright and burning with unearthly brilliance, and he resisted the urge to spit at their feet. Noldor. And sons or followers of Fëanor no less, for they wore the eight-pointed stars of all his ilk.

As Eöl drew Morroch to a halt, one of the Elves called to him, his voice mocking. “What errand have you in these lands that one so sun-shy as you would brave the sunlight? A matter of haste, perhaps?” 

Though bitter anger rose in his heart, Eöl mastered his features and did the Elves courtesy, knowing his danger. Dismounting and bowing his head, he said, “I beg your leave, lords. I am following my wife and son, who departed from Nan Elmoth two days ago, while I was away. They rode to visit you, and I, seeing it fitting, sought to join them on their errand.”

“We marked their passing,” the leader of the Elves said, “though they did not halt to greet us, nor indeed stay with us, for that was not their errand.” He was pale and fair-haired, and in his hand he held a great hunting bow. He wore a wolf pelt about his shoulders, pinned in place with an eight-pointed star that was larger and glinted more brightly than those of the Elves around him, save for the dark-haired Elf that stood to his right, his posture languid but his gaze sharp. They were the lords Celegorm and Curufin, then, the cruellest of all of Fëanor’s cursed spawn. Curufin it was who had first called to Eöl, mocking him.

Celegorm dismounted and stepped forward, handing his bow to his brother. “We suffered them to pass, for their need seemed great, and their flight was as hares that flee before the hunting wolf.” His voice was fluid and sinuous, a voice that entrapped and ensnared.

“So either you seek to deceive us or you are yourself deceived, Eöl,” he continued. “I would warn you that it will fare better for you if it is the latter that is the truth, though I doubt that one such as you is capable of truth.” The Elf-lord’s face was cruel and perilous, and the scornful glance of his eyes as his gaze swept over Eöl in one dismissive motion sent rage burning through him. 

But Eöl held his tongue and stood still and straight before Celegorm as the Elf paced slowly around him, his pale hair glinting in the harsh sunlight of the open plain. Although fear trickled through him, he tilted his chin. He would not be cowed by a kinslayer, perilous though Celegorm was.

Eöl mastered his expression as the Elf-lord again paced in front of him. “Perhaps, Lord Celegorm, you will give me leave to depart so that I might discover the truth of this matter.”

Celegorm stopped and laughed coldly. “And so let the fox loose from the trap so that he might again feast in the henhouse? I think not. It shall be decided here, with my brother and our men as witnesses.” He motioned to the Elves behind him.

He resumed pacing. “How would you bid us to decide in this matter, Dark Elf? To trust the words of one whose speech does not align with his actions, or to trust rather the counsel of my heart, which urges me to consider why the Lady Aredhel and her son seemed to flee as if the very hounds of Morgoth were upon them, and why you, not two days later, fly at their heels even in the light of the sun?”

“You misread the matter, Lord Celegorm,” Eöl said. 

“Do I? Tell me the truth of it, then.”

Though Eöl felt his peril growing, he straightened as much as he could and answered, “My wife does not understand the customs of my house, and she suffers from an affliction of the mind, for I regret to say that she has weakened in mind and spirit since the birth of our son, and strange notions have entered her mind that never would have before. A healer has advised that she remain at home, where my servants can keep her in comfort and banish her delusions of discontent. Surely, kinsman, you understand now why I ride with haste after her. I fear for her well-being and that of my son, whom she surely has convinced to believe her delusions to be truthful.”

Celegorm came to a stop in front of him, and any trace of mockery had left his face, which had turned suddenly stern and cold. “Those who steal the daughters of the Noldor should be less heedless with their tongues, if they value the gift of speech. I name you no kin of mine, Dark Elf.”

Eöl stiffened. “I did not steal what came to me willingly.”

“Did she, or was she ensnared by the enchantments and entrapments you have long devised in the secret hollows and twisting paths of the forest? Do not think word of your work has not spread from the shadowed eaves of Nan Elmoth.”

Eöl’s lips twisted into a snarl. “Why should I bandy words with one who slaughtered his own kin?” he spat. He whirled and reached for his javelin, which was fastened to his saddle.

With a growl, the beast standing next to Celegorm lunged forward and wrested the javelin from Eöl’s hand.

Celegorm took the javelin from the beast, examining it. He ran his finger over the blade, where the poison glistened in the sunlight, then sniffed his finger. His gaze flicked up to Eöl’s. Eöl thought to see anger or triumph flicker in the Elf-lord’s eyes, but they were cold and impassive, and when he spoke, his voice was deadly quiet. “I wonder: Who was this meant for—your wife, or your son?”

Eöl felt the blood drain from his face, and he reached for the hilt of his sword.

But the Elf-lord was faster. In one fluid movement, the cold blade of a hunting knife pressed against Eöl’s throat, and Celegorm’s lips brushed Eöl’s hair as he whispered, “Who is the kinslayer now, I wonder? For all our misdeeds, we have never slaughtered our wives or children.”

Gritting his teeth in anger, Eöl kept his gaze fixed ahead, not allowing the Elf the pleasure of seeing his fear, though his heart hammered in his chest.

Celegorm withdrew the knife from Eöl’s neck, and before he could react, the Elf-lord wrenched Eöl’s hand up and swiftly drew the blade of the javelin head across his palm in a stinging slice.

Cold dread trickled down Eol’s spine, and his face contorted in fury as he looked up at Celegorm. “Thou art a kinslayer twice over, son of Fëanor.”

Celegorm said nothing in response, now flint-eyed and in a perilous mood, and he stepped back and addressed the encircling Elves. “Though his words are honeyed lies, his hands have shown the truth of his dark purposes, and he has felt the bite of his own poison. He will be dead by morning, perhaps, but there is now the matter of what to do in the hours until dawn.”

Even now Eöl felt the poison enter his veins, and his heart quailed. “Will you not release me to die as I see fit, or at the least kill me swiftly—or will you not suffer even those comforts, kinslayer?”

The Elf-lord’s smile as he turned upon Eöl was wolf-sharp, and Eöl knew now that the peril he had felt before had been merely a shadow of the peril he now faced. “To hasten the hour of your death would be too merciful, Dark Elf. Do not forget that I once followed Oromë. I can deliver mercy and withhold it just as easily.”

“You would break all laws of the Eldar.” Eöl looked from Celegorm to the other Elves, beseeching. But there was no kindness to be found in their gazes.

“You would have had Irissë die even as you do now, in slow agony of pain unrelenting. Is it not just that you should feel the same fear that she would have?” The light in Celegorm's eyes was wild and fey, and Eöl cowered beneath his glance.

“What will you now do with me?”

A smile curved Celegorm’s lips. “The hunt is about to begin, and we are in need of prey.”

Eöl paled, even as the Elves’ voices rose in laughter, and he leapt atop Morroch and dug his heels in, lashing the ends of the reins against the horse’s flank. Still laughing, the Elves parted as Morroch broke through their half-ring and lengthened his stride into a gallop.

As they fled over the plains, Eöl leaned low over Morroch’s neck and peered back over his shoulder.

Already, Celegorm, Curufin, and their followers outfitted themselves for a hunt. The great hunting bow hung at Celegorm’s back, and Curufin held a tall spear that glinted in the sun. Their followers leapt astride their horses, and hounds milled about the horse’s legs. Celegorm ordered the formation of the riders, and the hounds gathered in front, Celegorm’s slavering beast foremost.

With a cry of fear, Eöl urged Morroch faster, until sweat flecked the horse’s dark flanks, and foam showed about his mouth.

The sharp blasting of horns carried over the plains, and the baying of the hounds joined the bitter cries of the hunters. A howl rose above the din, louder than that of any wolf that stalked the dark forests of Beleriand.

And above all came the sound of cold laughter carried on the wind.

#tolkiengenweek #silm fic #tolkien fic #silmarillion #celegorm #eol #fotfics #create the canon you wish to see in the world (eol suffering) #huan is arda's no. 1 opponent of sexism #the silmarillion #my fic #domestic abuse cw #(mentioned only)

[deathnot-e]

This is the self insert/OC fairy. 🌼🧚‍♀️When you get this in your ask box, please tell us 3 facts about your S/I or OC and pass it around. Let's learn about each other's S/Is/OCs! 🌈🌷

hey cosmo! (❁´◡`❁) thanks for the ask! ♡ I think I'll dive into more angsty/depressing stuff for this one. just because.

tw/cw domestic abuse, car accidents, chronic pain/injuries, potential trauma mention, bear phobia/arkoudaphobia.

kuroh has chronic back pain across all three aus. in the kurohlight au, it was caused by his abusive ex. in the lawkuroh au, it was caused by a car accident. in the lawkurohlight au, he had a [I used google translate for this so my bad if the term is wrong] lumbar sprain like me.

kuroh's fear of polar bears is such that he's uncomfortable around cartoon/video game polar bears too. he'll be semi-okay with them until they do the bear cry thing. then it's over for him.

to end this on a much happier note, kuroh has made light cry once : when he told him that "I love you. all of you. both light and kira." that's the only time he's ever managed to make his soulmate cry.

thank you for the ask, this was fun! ♡♡

#kuroh's mailbox. #sixeyesonme #domestic abuse tw #domestic abuse cw #car accident tw #car accident cw #injury cw #injury tw #trauma mention #arkoudaphobia #[s/i] the crow. #[f/o] evil wet kitten. #lmk if you need me to tag anything y'all. I mean it.

[craycraybluejay]

idk turns out i actually wanted to write. i made something and i'd like to share it with you.

#pigs and strawberries #prose #random writing #my writing #writerblr #writing for fun #writing for myself #metaphor #simile #beauty in the mundane #personification #change #domestic abuse cw #acab1312 #ask to tag #yes i wrote this because i met a smiling strawberry. shut up #original writing #my stuff

[fictionkinfessions]

it always turns out that the fandom actually hates whatever ship is between me and my partner(s). like shut up "uh byakuya was mean to u" AAAND? i still love his stupid ass. hes disgusting and so am i and i dont want to be with anyone else. even syo didn't give a fuck about how he treated us. he was an abusive little shit and we loved him for it. we actively antagonized him so he Would abuse us. bc we fucking enjoyed it. and unfortunately that means my broke ass needs to start writing again, cuz nobody else will make content of us i guess. siiiigh.

-toko fukawa

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#fictionkinfessions #fictionkin #tokofukawakin #danganronpakin #domestic abuse cw #prevabuse #shipping issue #ableist language cw #mod party cat

[clintismoved]

-> The Bartons, alcoholism, and violence

Harold Barton verbally abusive to Barney

Clint and Barney as children

The Barton boys parents died in a car crash as a result of Harold's drinking

Barney Barton after beating Clint and almost killing him (Hawkeye: Blindspot)

Harold Barton verbally abusive to Clint

Clint telling Barney while he's standing over him after beating him that "Dad would be proud" (observation that Barney is mirroring what their father use to do)

Edith Barton being taken to go with Harold

Harold Barton, drink in hand, screaming at his son

Harold Barton drinking

Do not reblog unless you are me

#headcanon spam #alcoholism cw #drinking cw #car crash cw #car accident cw #child abuse cw #domestic abuse cw #alcohol cw #addiction cw #verbal abuse cw #violence cw #[ ABOUT ] I guess I just need something or someone to believe in or maybe I just need someone who believes in me #[ MUSINGS ] Go out fight hard screw up save the world a few times; just keep taking the shots okay #[ COMICS ] Now in ink and color ! #[ STUDY ] Clint Barton and Alcoholism

[popsicle-stick]

kinda out-of-nowhere thought, but uh. always really hated those godawful posts that would refer to the statistic of the rise in domestic abuse in england whenever england lost a football match

'thinking of all those women in england tonight!!!! 💔' no you're not. be real. don't pretend to care about anonymous abused women as a way to achieve some kind of moral high ground. be normal and send hate at least like everyone else

#out of nowhere bad vibes post from me i'm sorry! #directed at noone in particular except those posts that used to flood into the euros tag back when that was happening #abuse cw #domestic abuse cw #i strongly doubt that statistic was unique to england. we just happen to know only that statistic #i just found fucking gross how it was used for cannon fodder

[schattenwerfenkeineschatten]

@scrivellc continued from x

❛  you hit me!  ❜

He had barely registered what he'd done, the motion all too familiar that it was practically a reflex. She'd said something, kept pushing a very particular button, and before he could tell himself not to, remind himself that he was trying to be better...Orin quickly pulled his hand back, pressing it into his chest as he stared at Laelia. There was already a red mark blooming where his hand had made contact with her cheek, and even now there was still something so very satisfying about seeing a physical mark he'd made on someone. Even if he hadn't meant to, even if he realized he shouldn't have. The smart thing would have been to apologize, to explain that he hadn't meant to lose control like that, but Orin was never the type of person to make the smartest choice. He took as deep a breath as he could, but it was obviously shaky, adrenaline making him feel a bit lightheaded. "Yeah, I did, didnt I," he replied, brows knitting together. That was such a lame response, and he hated how perplexed he sounded. This wasn't a surprise to him! He knew how he was, but...he'd been doing so much better, and he liked Laelia so much. Why couldn't he keep his shit together? "I can't say I didn't mean to, but that was a dumbass thing for me to do..."

Her own voice, barely rising above a whisper, felt more jarring than the slap echoing through her skull. God, did she really sound so pathetic? Her mind, if she had one to begin with, couldn't have been all there. Why else would she say something so stupid?

How many times had she been through this song and dance now? And she still couldn't think of anything better to say? What a fucking clown.

She had no right to be surprised. She had seen it coming, edged him on. Was it any wonder she kept getting burnt when she was always playing with fire?

Some little part of her had craved the familiar sinking in her chest, the sting, the numbness, the release. It was the only way she knew to be close to him just then, the only thing that seemed to make sense. But she hadn't thought he would hit her.

Absentminded, fingertips touched her cheek, and her gaze wandered to the door behind him before flitting back to his face. There was no coming back from this, nothing he could do or say. He'd done it once, he'd do it again. The only reasonable thing to do was leave, as she should have done before things got ugly, and before she got attached. But she wasn't feeling very reasonable as she glared at Orin.

What was he doing, acting all confused? At least he had the decency to admit what he had done. But if he thought he could put on a sad face and she'd comfort him, he had another thing coming.

"Hit me again," she said, her tone somewhere between challenge and command. Did he really think he could scare her? With a little slap? Oh, she had plenty of fight left in her, enough for both of them. If he had started something he couldn't finish, that was his problem. "Come on, that's all you got?" she asked, giving him a shove. "Hit me, you fucking pussy!"

#🎭 laelia (moving shadows) #scrivellc #🧵 pretty ugly #domestic abuse cw #i hurt myself writing this 🥲 #but we can have a little angst as a palate cleanser

[txttletale]

okay sorry i know dunking on terfs is low-hanging fruit but

imagine this being your serious feminist analysis. "is patriarchal violence enabled by economic and cultural systems of coercion? no actually its the fault of the all-powerful BPD lobby". absolutely laughable

#tattletxt #ableism cw #domestic abuse cw

[pinayelf]

thinking about how Ge*rge O'H*ra was racist towards xina despite the fact that he has mixed race sons and I could literally go on a miles long tangent how his abuse of conchata is also his racism and just the whole ordeal of it all proves that he's literally a waste of air

#abuse cw #domestic abuse cw #like wheW #idk i was just thinking about it and yeah the comics wouldnt dig deep in there bc a white guy wrote it #and the complexity of all just isnt sth id trust w a white writer #but god just...all of it my poor migs ugh :( #miguel o'hara #dont get me started abt tyl*r st*ne refusing to call him miguel and calls him Mike 🥴 #migs is white in the comics but im looking at it from the lens of him in atsv and i just #god

[aro-culture-is]

aro culture is dealing with heteronormative therapists who assume your emotional wounds are inflicted by an abusive romantic partner until further sessions prove them wrong. while i understand that case is (sadly) common and they're more likely to have clients who struggle with it, that assumption alienates abuse survivors whose tormentor had no romantic bonds with them. it trivialises the survivor's pain. you shouldn't have to argue that your relatives' actions hurt you more than anything your ex did, if you have exes at all.

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#Anonymous #aro culture is #aro #aromantic #actually aro #actually aromantic #ask #mod axel #yikes #abuse cw #domestic abuse cw

[vympr]

also as much as people say amber heard is an "imperfect victim" its like but most of us don't even have as much evidence as she did. and she did it all right she went through all the correct channels and everything and she's still being treated this way. like if she's an imperfect victim i don't even wanna know what people wud think of me lol

#abuse cw #domestic abuse cw

[picturejasper20]

So... this happened. 

Justin Roiland, the star and co-creator of the animated comedy series “Rick and Morty,” has been charged with felony domestic violence in Orange County, California, in connection with a 2020 incident, according to a criminal complaint filed in May 2020 by the Orange County District Attorney. He appeared in court Thursday for a pre-trial hearing.

I wasn’t aware that Justin Roiland was involved in all this mess back when i got into the series and the fandom back on August from the last year. This is both terribly sad and disappointing to learn.

I’m not sure how to feel at the moment about this. My opinion on the show still remains the same since its quality is separated from the creator’s actions. I may still reblog fanart or participate in the fandom from time to time but, yeah, what Justin Roiland did was terrible and should be faced with justice that is needed.

#rick and morty #justin roiland #domestic abuse cw

[fictionkinfessions]

valentino is just both my abusers in a shitty moth coat lmao no wonder ive had kin feels for angel dust since like 2018 that ive never been bothered to think abt. also kinda annoying i cant look at art of us without seeing 500000 posts abt how hes shitty and awful and anyone who draws us together is going to super mega cancelled hell like motherfucker i know he sucks lemme cope go away i can tell half these bitches dont know what its like to be physically abused by a partner anyway

#fictionkinfessions #fictionkin #hazbinhotelkin #kinsidering #chara hate #slurs #domestic abuse cw #mod party cat

[willyoustilllovemeifimbroken]

Kyle usually fought back. He was a fighter. So why has he put up with this guy for so long. He's hit Kyle, broken furniture, threatened to kill him multiple times. And Kyle knew how to defend himself. But now he was being chased down the driveway by his current boyfriend who was weilding a knife after Kyle threatened to leave him. He ran right into a cop coming up the sidewalk from his car. Hysterical he begged and pleaded to be protected. "P-please!! Help me!! He's going to kill me!!"

@axxmused

#domestic abuse cw #mention of bodily harm #toxic behavior #axxmused

[izzyliker]

i think this analysis of intimate partner violence is actually incredibly reductive and strays into outright identity politics, specifically the genre where we should decide who the victim is by who’s the most socially marginalized, and like. literally just makes it sound like intimate partner violence in a relationship between two people who are equally marginalized/privileged is never really the “fault” of a specific person using interpersonal power dynamics to their advantage but like societal forces and specifically ones internalized from forces outside of them. like specifically the idea that actually IPV in a f/f relationship is the result of patriarchy is genuinely ludicrous to me, and it ends up kinda making it sound like only relationships with perfectly equally privileged people in it are actually suffering directly from Bad People whereas ones with marginalized people are suffering from the outside influence of those bad people, stripping individual abusers of their responsibility and agency

#best wishes gargoyle king #domestic abuse cw