#trigger warning for violence

[nerdieforpedro]

Her smile was worth it

Pero Tovar (modern AU) x plus size female reader (La jefa)

Word Count: 1882

Warnings: DARK FIC, mobs and their enforcers, mentions of general violence and graphic violence, mentions and descriptions of torture, descriptions of injuries, solving problems Tovar style, comfort food and tea

Summary: Pero Tovar only has a few people he chooses to interact with willingly. The bookstore owner is one of them. Someone made a very stupid mistake, Tovar will handle it and still have his tea.

Notes: This was written for @iamasaddie ‘s writing challenge 2.0. My color was Mob Enforcer and the prompt was “Hurt/Comfort” and “Who did this to you?” We're longer than a Drabble again, we dribbled quite a bit. Such is Nerdie.

I may have leaned too hard into the ‘hurt portion’ but we’ll see. 👀

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The only good thing about doing collections, was that most of the time, Pero wasn’t using violence. Just intimidation. The shopkeepers knew why he was here and knew the amount they needed to pay to The Family. It’s been the same amount for the past six months, in was raised temporarily for some needed repairs on the club the Valentino family owned. The actual story was that a few of the younger members had been ordered to torture a few members of a rival family and went overboard. The walls, floors and everything needed to be scrubbed. 

Tovar’s been with the Valentino family for fifteen years and as one of their premier enforcers for the last seven working his way up from errand boy. His height and broad frame discourage crossing him, and even if someone is dumb enough to do so, they find themselves bloodied, battered and with at least one thing broken. 

Today’s last stop for collections was planned and one that Pero normally did by himself. The bookstore owner also functions as the town’s librarian since the town doesn’t have one. It’s a smaller town and to get to a library you must drive two towns over. She normally offers him tea and some type of baked goodies. He wouldn’t admit it, but he’s grown to have a slight sweet tooth. Maybe. Really, he could care less about the sweets, he usually chats up the owner and barrows books. Considering he is collecting money from her, he felt he should pay but she always said no. He got the sense it wasn’t out of fear, she liked knowing his thoughts on different books. At first, he didn’t like the idea of discussing them. The enforcer wasn’t sure if he could really talk about different themes, symbols, characters and the like he often heard people talk about when discussing these books. 

La jefa (the boss) as he often greeted her didn’t judge him on his answers or lack of them. He’d talk the best he could about what he read, even if he didn’t understand it all. She listens and sips her tea, then asks him questions to draw more answers out of him. It fustrated him at first. But he grew to enjoy the bi-weekly sit downs with her. 

The chime of the bell goes off as he opens the door. The sun is at Pero’s back as he enters the bookstore. He comes early in the afternoon around two. She’s not at the counter, though the shop is listed as open. Calling out for her, she doesn’t answer, and he sucks his teeth. It isn’t like her at all. There’s no tea out either. There are no books that appear out of place and making his way behind the counter, nothing appears to be wrong with the register.

The enforcer goes into the back of the shop, he only knew where the bathroom was back here. He was looking for anything that resembled an office, as he walked down the hallway, there was a sniffle. As he kept going, they got louder. Taking a breath while he stood in front of a door that was slightly ajar, he tried to prepare himself. Maybe it was a bad day, maybe she got a papercut or was reading a sad book or something. Tovar instantly knew none of those were the case when he opened the door. 

Sitting behind the desk, her shoulders were slumped, and her hands were covering her face. He saw the scabs on the back of her hands, defensive marks. “Jefa dejame ver. (Boss, let me have a look).” Her sniffles stop for a moment as she shakes her head, turning her body away from him in the swivel chair. His eyes widen at the mark on her neck he spies it when she turns, it looks like it could be from a palm. Moving to her side, Pero places a hand on her shoulder, “I need to see cariño (sweetheart) or just give me a name. Who did this to you?” She finally drops her hands, but she turns her face away.

“I don’t want you to see. The envelope is on the desk Pero. Please.”  It is on the table, and he’ll put it in his jacket shortly - it is why he came here in the first place, but he can’t just leave like this. On top of her being one of a small number of people who he wants to be around, it could get around that the protection money the shops pay isn’t worth a damn because you could get beat in your own shop, and nothing will happen to whoever did it.

“Then tell me a name.” It’s sterner this time, but he’s released her shoulder and instead picked up her hand, his thumb tracing the scabs on her knuckles. She’d tried to fight back at least. She’s biting her lips when she finally looks at him, most of the discoloration is on the left side of her face though there’s a cut on her chin and one on her bottom lip. A large bruise is on her chest across her right clavicle, partly covered by her shirt. Pero’s able to keep his face motionless. “Por favor cariño (please sweetheart).” He doesn’t recognize the name she says, but he kisses her forehead and wraps an arm around her. “Gracias (thank you). I’ll be back princesa (princess).” 

Pero puts the envelope in his jacket pocket and heads out of the office. “Close the shop now and have the tea ready when I come back. Between eight and nine tonight.” He’s going to be quick about dropping the money off and he’s texted one of his associates with the name she gave. Within fifteen minutes, Pero has a picture to go with the name and a location. Marcello talks way too much, but he’s the best Tovar knows at tracking people.

Pero finds this man himself and tells Marcello to tell the higher ups that he needs to demonstrate a lesson in messaging with the family. He’ll need the basement and he’ll keep the clean up to a minimum. It’s not that there wouldn’t be blood. There might be too much blood so the powers at be approve the basement use but ask that Marcello and a second enforcer be there so that the man isn’t killed. There’s only murder when necessary and it wasn’t they viewed in this case. Pero sucked his teeth for the second time today but would make sure the man in question lives. Just not with all functioning limbs. 

After the submission of the money and subsequent torture was complete, the man’s body was bandaged by one of their doctors on the payroll and dropped off at his home, during a time they knew his family would be home with the message, “The Valentino family suffers no fools.” Pero carved it into his back to emphasize the point. He was still alive but would not be the same. Not after, as Tovar saw it, he’s violated one of his favorite places. 

La jefa has long closed her shop and made herself dinner. Now that she thought about it, she’s never made Pero any of her food, just cookies, brownies and the like. Since he said he was coming back, she would make extra. The worst that would happen would be that he would say he didn't want any.  It also dawned on her that she has not made a book recommendation today. She should pick one out before he comes, straightening out her mint green dress. Turning off the stove, she went downstairs to look for a book and saw Pero standing at the door ready to knock. It was a quarter after eight, he was glad he’d taken the extra time to shower. He didn’t want to be late, but he didn’t want to be dirty either. 

“Ah! Mi princesa del librios es bonita (My Princess of books is pretty). You have our tea ready tonight?” His question follows the chime of the bell above the door as she unlocks it and lets him in. She then locks it again and nods.

“I have tea and I made some extra for dinner. I didn’t pick out a book for you yet.” She seems a bit brighter than this afternoon but still trying to make sure she was facing him with her right side. Pero takes her left hand and tugs it a little, not hard, just enough so she faces him fully.

“Hermosa (gorgeous) you don’t have a bad side. Don’t worry about the book. I haven’t finished with the other one yet. I want my tea and I want to see what you made for dinner.” The corners of her mouth curve and finally she smiles, squeezing his hand and leading him up the stairs. Pero watches her walk up and into her living area. It’s cozy as it has books scattered about as well. 

“I don’t know if you like stew, but I made that and heated up some rolls. There’s butter too. I have water, apple juice, coke, and some rum.” The last option surprised him as he didn’t picture her drinking at all. Maybe she had a glass or two when she sat up here before bed. She poured herself a glass of water as Pero pointed to her glass and held up an empty bowel on the table. She filled both and they sat down across from each other. “I hope you enjoy Pero.”

“I don’t doubt that I will cariño.” The food went quickly as they ate, and she asked what other kind of foods he liked. Pero felt he might be getting greedy. Perhaps he’s been gluttonous of her attention each time he comes here. She gives it so willingly. 

Tonight’s tea is mint like her dress which makes Tovar chuckle as he takes up half of her loveseat sitting down. She takes up the other and they sip tea, speaking of past books they’ve read and things he may want to read. 

Even if he got an urgent call, he’ll ignore it because he’s having his tea. Pero Tovar doesn’t feel like an enforcer or a conduit for violence. He just has an arm around one of his favorite people as she places her head on his shoulder. The tough pads of his fingers touch the injured side of her face while he tells her that it’s been taken care of. He won’t tell her details. Tovar figures she can put it together. If he can just have moments like these where he’s just a man with someone he cares for, Pero can use that to sleep. He prays she can rest without crying or being scared. 

The loveseat has his feet hanging off outside of the blanket he found on the back of it. So far, he hasn’t heard her sniffle again. Pero carried her to bed after she fell asleep in his arms. The faint scent of mint mingling with the earthy smell of the books lulls him to sleep. He had blood on his hands again today, but it was fine. It was for her sake, and she hasn’t cried again.

It was worth it.

#pedro pascal characters #fanfiction #pedro pascal #pedro pascal fanfiction #pero tovar #iamasaddie game #iamasaddie writing challenge 2.0 #hurt/comfort #dark fic #trigger warning for violence #pero tovar x reader #mob enforcer #modern pero tovar #writing challenge 2.0

[leftonread247]

𝑁𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑡𝑚𝑎𝑟𝑒 | 𝐵．𝐵 🌩️

POV: Bucky Barnes 500 words TW: [somewhat graphic] violence, PTSD induced nightmare, unaliving of someone.

Please be kind <3

“You think you can wake up one day and decide who you wanna be?” The skeptical old man’s words echoed around the darkened corners of my mind. Not that there was much light up there to begin with. The words came and went, taunting me when I least needed to hear them and corrupting even the most pleasant of occasions.

I stood across from Isaiah now, my eyes running over each wrinkle. Time had not been kind to many of the people I’d spoken to but there was that same old spark of defiance in the old man’s face, and I wanted to snuff it out.

My eyes flickered to the window just past his shoulder. The grey sky threatened rain and the wind blew leaves around the yard, sprinkling the garden like confetti without anything to celebrate. The breeze caressed my face and blew my shoulder-length hair in untameable directions as I lifted my metal arm.

Sam, to my left, leaned in, his breath hot on my neck as he whispered in my ear in flawless Russian “Longing, rusted, furnace, daybreak, seventeen, benign, nine, homecoming, one, freight car.” And just like that I was gone, the winter soldier in my place.

“I’m not a killer anymore” my subconscious screamed as my hand tightened around the old man’s neck, his eyes bulging under the pressure of my grip. He grabbed my arm but any attempt to move the vibranium was futile, the metal was virtually indestructible, and Isaiah’s hands could do nothing to stop his throat from being crushed.

It was like I was no longer in my body. I am a man possessed so they say, no longer in control and the spark of defiance, of life that had danced so challengingly at me just two minutes ago were dwindling quickly. So many times I’d been here, a passenger in my own body, just watching my limbs do things I couldn’t prevent no matter how much I’d begged them to stop. At one point it was easier to detach myself completely, to compartmentalise and repress these events but my brain always found a way to remind me. I knew this would be no different and I couldn’t do that to Isaiah. I had to force myself to watch and live in the moment as his bones crunched under my grip and his final straggled breath escaped his lips. I’d wanted to snuff out that light and I had.

My grip relented and the lifeless corpse of my would-be forgiver crumbled to the ground like a sack of potatoes at my feet.

I gasped for air as I shot up from my laid position, the TV I’d left on, playing some weird cartoon and the clock next to it reading 2am. My own breath was fast and my chest felt tight. It had just been a dream, a horrible nightmare. I pulled my knees to my chest and let my head fall into my hands as silent tears rolled down my face. “I’m free.” I whispered to myself in the dark of my room. “I’m in control.”

#marvel #bucky imagine #bucky barnes #bucky barnes angst #winter solider imagine #winter solider #white wolf #white wolf imagine #trigger warning for violence

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

Heard you were talking shit about Shijie

[First] Prev <–-> Next

#Poorly drawn MDZS #MDZS #wei wuxian #jiang cheng #jin zixuan #violence #blood #for those minding trigger warnings #For once I don't have much to say here. Unlike Jxz who could have benefited from saying less #World history tells us that when you disrespect the queen #you get your head chopped off #get bit idiot #Oh I do have a little note; I showed the wip of this to a friend and it made him laugh at loud #despite having no context #which might be the highest compliment I could receive #With this we are *finally* done with the first flashback! Back to present time (goodbye wwx beauty mark)

[e-vay]

From Chapter 22 of @beeextraordinary123’s story “What Was Stolen”

This last chapter had me DEVASTATED! And even though it hurt, I just had to draw it (˚ ˃̣̣̥⌓˂̣̣̥ )

I’m sorry if I didn’t do the gown justice! I promise I really tried my best! 人(￣∀￣;)

#my art #what was stolen #WWS #WWSFanArtSpoilers #spoilers #spoiler warning #beeextraordinary123 #sonamy #Amy rose #sonic the hedgehog #sth #sonic trash #tw: spoilers #tw: violence #tw: gore #tw: blood #tw violence #tw gore #tw blood #trigger warning #trigger warning violence #trigger warning blood #blood #violence #gore

[jelixpo]

Part 1

Part 2 [You're here]

Chapter 25

No Good Deed Goes Unpunished

Want to read the comic in order and without a break in the chapter? You can over on tapas :)

The next chapter will be the epilogue

#a table turned bowuigi #a table turned bowuigi comic #luigi #bowser #bowuigi #princes peach #mario #super mario #e gadd #king boo #kammy koopa #violence #gore #trigger warning violence #trigger warning gore

[happyheidi]

Did your partner try to kill you 😶😮😲🤯😩😭

Yes. Twice. First a car “accident” (that actually ended up in two papers here in Norway). He drove a huge Honda right into a little fence in record speed and it turned 180* degrees in the air and we ended up upside down. It was so weird because the medic said “it’s very important to use a seatbelt but in this specific instance if u had worn one ur neck would’ve cracked and u would most likely die. It’s important to wear a seatbelt at any time but this specific time it was actually good that u didn’t wear it”. HOW INSANE? I remember we told our parents when we had this “meeting” after this and no one believed it (not that it matters but I was just so stunned by it) but pls use a seatbelt!! This it not an anti-seatbelt announcement (wear ur seatbelt! Seriously!!!). I’m just relaying what he told me.

And the other time (I went back u see. Cus im an idiot u see…) and when I wanted to end it he said a version of the “if I can’t have u no one will” shit and stood there with a knife and said “well then one of us has to go” (and u know what ‘go’ means…) and I remember being really scared he was gonna hurt moffe (my dog) which he was always jealous of (imagine being jealous by a 3 kilo dog jeez man…) but yeah it was a little knife fight and it ended with the police (I called) and I had to walk to my dad in the coldest of winter. around 2 a clock at night I remember. It was legally his apartment after all. The rich wins. The cops didn’t even give me a ride. It was so cold I remember having to carry Moffe a lot of the way.. in the middle of the night. But I did love him at some point. He was the love of my life in many ways. I’m very glad I experienced that. I’m just sad it had to be such a dramatic ending.

I was always the “free spirit” so everyone including myself was very surprised when I ended up in a relationship. (I first started dating him when I was 16, we ended it when I was maybe 20, then two years without him and back at it again for a couple years) But I loved him a lot and I wish him all the best. I have no angry feelings towards him. I wasn’t an angel either. Tho it didn’t have to end like it did.

#that felt good to write #should this have a trigger warning? #if so what? #this is over 10 years ago btw so I’m all good #car accident #relationship #ask #domestic violence #car crash

[skrifores]

I have seen the point being made that you don’t have to be in a romantic relationship for some behaviour to constitute domestic violence. I’m seeing this said with regards to Our Flag Means Death and what some people perceive as domestic abuse on Ed’s part - that him not being romantically involved with Izzy shouldn’t mean behaviour between can’t be considered domestic abuse.

It is an excellent point that in many places, the definition of domestic abuse isn’t restricted to intimate partners! It is often widened to consider any violence, coercion and emotional harm taking place within a home environment. Under this definition, children can be victims of domestic abuse by their parents, it can occur between siblings, even roommates - especially with a live-in landlord situation. And of course, the Revenge as well as being a workplace is ultimately where the characters live.

I think it’s very clear that the show is a workplace comedy about pirates, but if you want to apply the definition of violence, coercion and emotional harm within a home environment to your reading to the show, that can be done.

Of course, I would be surprised if you genuinely view it that way and still made it as far as even watching Season 2, given the way what you consider to be domestic abuse in this fictional setting happens so very often with little to no moral consequence, and is often intended to be taken as a joke.

I mean. In the very first episode, the crew talk about killing Stede, and begin to plan for this, including lighting him on fire.

Jim threatens Lucius and actually physically locks him in a small wooden box in the second episode for what seems to be quite a long time.

I think in 4, Izzy pulls on Fang’s beard and it really upsets him. He also talks pretty openly about the intention to kill the Revenge crew, though I’ll let that go at this stage since he doesn’t really live there so much as being there for the purpose of murdering them and stealing their stuff. Still, poor Fang, that looked like it hurt.

While we’re on Izzy, he does also actively try to kill Stede by stabbing him, and he then he goes and does the olde worlde equivalent of calling the cops on him on the intention of having him executed, which seems pretty fucked up on the ‘violence’ part of our DA definition but also hits pretty hard on coercive control since he’s doing this to get Ed to behave differently.

He does prevent the Navy from executing Ed, which is nice, but he does point out that he regrets this, which, ouch, emotional harm. If we’re doing real world definitions, “I should’ve let the cops I called on you murder you” is the sort of thing that would make me feel pretty fucked up. And we all know what it means when someone tells you to watch your step.

But it’s not all about Izzy! (It’s really not, guys, there’s a whole TV show here!) Buttons bites Lucius - who ends up needing the whole finger gone! And he’s a visual artist!

Even my darling man Roach tries to eat the Swede, and I’ve gotta say, I don’t think they were on that island long enough to justify murder.

And who could forget Mary?? Wonderfully written character, love her, but, she does with malice aforethought attempt to kill her spouse in his sleep with a skewer. She was right to do it, in my opinion, but y’know, even without broadening the definition beyond partner relationships, murder of your spouse is pretty classic domestic abuse.

So, y’know, the point I’m getting at really is that if your definition of domestic abuse is violence and control wherein the perpetrator and victim share a significant aspect of their lives like living space - that’s a fine definition in real life. It is the one I use, in real life. But if you apply it to Our Flag Means Death, I really don’t understand how you stomached watching the first season or why you came back for more.

And if you only apply this definition with regards to Ed’s behaviour, but not the rest of the characters, I do wonder why that might be.

#our flag means death #ofmd fandom #ofmd #ofmd season 2 #trigger warnings #domestic abuse #warning for domestic abuse #domestic violence #crew of the revenge #izzy hands #edward teach #stede bonnet #apparently I woke up this morning and chose discourse #I don’t know why #but there we are #the izcourse

[troyandabedsnewapartment]

ON LOVE, ON VIOLENCE

1. consumed, david cronenberg | 2. taking it”, vievee francis | 3. the good fight, ada limón | 4. twin sized mattress, the front bottoms | 5. on the romance of cannibalism, silas denver | 6. allegory of divine wisdom (detail), andrea sacchi | 7. letters to milena, frank kafka | 8. teaching the dog not to nip, jim moore | 9. cherry wine, hozier | 10. warm bodies, isaac marion.

#web weaving #if any other trigger warning is needed please let me know!!! #web weave #tw abuse #tw violence #tw domestic violence #this is probably only part one it’s about to get real unhealthy around here fellas #eroticisation of violence #do NOT do this fellas this is just a web weave do NOT #poetry #on love #on violence #mine #pls don’t be mean to me im just trying to process my trauma ok bye

[coolfireguy73]

TW: GORE AND BLOOD!!!

So... Emesis Blue

I'll be honest, I don't like this drawing. Well I do but I feel like I could have done better... I think it might be because I didn't sketch anything, I just went at it with a pen until it looked good enough 😅 

I may do a better fanart one day, but I really don't know. I was really not sure about posting it :/

Don't pay attention to all the details I mostly did whatever I had in mind to fill up the space between the characters

Anyway, I won't really talk about the film, I thought about it for a few days now and I don't know if I want to talk about it in details or not, all I would say is that the years of work really shows. Amazing work guys.

I still hope that I did this thing justice and uh... yeah, see ya !

#tf2 #emesis blue #tw #tw: blood #tw:gore #tw: violence #team fortress 2 #tf2 medic #tf2 spy #tf2 engineer #tf2 emesis blue #I hardly slept #i'm so tired ;-; #fanart #art #traditional drawing #blood #gore #violence #trigger warning

[beartitled]

❗️This episode of discord shenanigans consists a ton of cartoon violence❗️

Trigger warning for blood and violence

(it’s nothing too much, but please be aware)

So few days prior wonderful @cha1nsawblood hosted the pathetic Hunger Games

Lea thank you so much, it was so fun ❤️

We had 2 rounds

Official one, that you can check out by clicking here

👉The official first round of pathetic Hunger Games 👈

And the second one

Which is like a semi secret one and wasn’t posted, but I did turn some events into comic from the second round too~

If you have no idea what patheticleys are, check out this post for more context

Without further ado, please enjoy

THE PATHETIC HUNGER GAMES

(Angy boi won in the second round)

Also this one makes me seem like a horrible mother, it’s for comedic purposes I swear! I love my little pathetic son

Credits!

@indigo-art @vellichorom @braisedhoney @blackkatdraws @SAD-ist (on twitter) @jaygrahamns @idkhowtoname @bucketfullofstrawberries @ihazmunchies91 @flatsodapop @thenamesmobu @noskav @corvidcrows @wilbursthoughts @tw1nkee28 @nahkriinn @insomniphic @plut0nix @xandyprojects @crow-cards

#bear stuff 🐻‍❄️ #(trigger warning) blood #(trigger warning) violence #tsp fandom #tsp #tspud #the stanley parable #tsp narrator #tsp artists appreciation #narratorverse #tsp fanart #tsp adventure line #tspud fanart #patheticaley #patheticleys #discord shenanigans #discord server #discord chat #discord emoji #paraverse #the stanley parable ultra deluxe #the stanley parable narrator #discord stuff #funny comics #comics #tsp comic #tspud fandom #tspud narrator #comic panels #tsp au

[kishimotomasashi]

“It requires an intolerable sacrifice. [...] To apologize.”

Naruto Shipudden (2007) // Black Sails (2014)

#naruto #naruto shippuden #sasuke #sasuke uchiha #uchiha sasuke #edit #mygif #So hey y'all I've just finished season 2 of Black Sails which I was induced into watching through tumblr propaganda #and thought ''fuck it! let me be a gifmaker for the one hour it took me to make this set'' #btw this show (Black Sails) is very good so far I enjoy it. probably should've looked at a trigger warnings document before watching it #though I was... unprepared for how graphic the violence was. and I mean woefully unprepared. #anyways I actually wanted to make a Lelouch gifset at first bc that's who Flint reminds me of significantly more #but I am also an incorrigible Sasuke enjoyer so y'all get this instead #naruto // black sails #send post

[lesbianrobin]

Seeing as it's Black History Month, I'm gonna take a break from your regularly scheduled girlblogging to be a film nerd and beg every single person reading this post to go and watch Within Our Gates (1920).

Within Our Gates is a feature-length silent film written and directed by black filmmaker Oscar Micheaux and it is a miracle that we have it today. The film was believed to be lost for years until a SINGLE surviving print was found in Spain, translated back into English, and recut to match the original as closely as possible. (This is actually not uncommon in the realm of old film a lot of lost films get found in random closets but ANYWAY.) The film tells the story of Sylvia, a southern schoolteacher who travels up north to raise money to keep her school open. It explores how her life and family have been affected by racism, abuse, and sexual violence, as she falls in love, works to save her school, and grapples with her place as a black woman in the antebellum south. If that's not enough to get you interested, the film is also kinda batshit. There are shootouts! Affairs! Someone gets hit by a car! It's wild and dramatic and incredibly engaging.

You've heard of Birth of a Nation, right? Maybe you've even seen it. That insanely racist piece of film history premiered in 1915. Oftentimes people will defend D.W. Griffith and the film itself as being "a product of its time." Well, Within Our Gates premiered in 1920, and it is a product of its time. It depicts white mob violence against black Americans, and how that violence destroys innocent lives and rips families apart. It is written and directed by a black man. All of its lead actors are black. It is an absolutely heart-wrenching, moving, and intelligent film, produced on a shoestring budget, that explores what it meant not only to be a black American in 1920, but what it meant to be a black woman. Different characters have different approaches to coping with racism and strategies for protecting themselves. It's complicated, and upsetting, and one of the most impactful films I've ever seen.

If you can spare an hour and twenty minutes, if you happen to have access to the film through a streaming service (in addition to being FREE ON YOUTUBE, I believe it's on Amazon Prime, Paramount+, MGM+, and some Hulu plans) or an institution (you may have access to Kanopy or a similar platform via your local library or university), it's worth a watch. Play whatever music you want in the background if your version doesn't have any added! Even if you can't watch it for whatever reason, I'd encourage all of you to look into Oscar Micheaux and the history of "race films," films created outside of the Hollywood studio system by and for black Americans.

Don't buy into the false narrative that the only black representation in historical film was minstrelsy and Griffith-style garbage.

#em talks #history #film history #black history #i hope it's like ok for me to make this post as a white lady i'm just very passionate ab film history #and within our gates is an incredible film that deserves so much more noteriety than it has #i feel like people try to act like The Past was uniformly racist and that's just how things were #when the reality is that just like today people fought for their rights and made art and debated different philosophies of liberation #oh also the film can be very disturbing like many many trigger warnings for various forms of violence and assault #but that's part of what makes it so meaningful the fact that it does not shy away from reality yknow #and for 1920... god it's just so so good

[csashton]

Healing - PG x Reader

Warnings: mentions of domestic violence, injuries, trauma. Please read at your own risk. take care of yourselves 🖤 and do not read if this will negatively affect you.

Summary: reader is in an abusive relationship, it all comes to a head and Pierre finds out. Pairing: Pierre Gasly / Reader

Word count: 1872

A/N: This is really just a trauma dump from personal experience. But I am OK - I am healed. If you or someone you know is in a situation where you need help, please reach out. The domestic violence hotline: [phone]. or I will try to help you in any way that I can.

The relationship you were in was beyond toxic. It had been for the last two years of dating, but you couldn’t bring yourself to leave. Everyone had their suspicions about what went on behind closed doors, especially Pierre. You did your best to hide it.

He’d tried for months to get you to break up with James, but none of his tactics worked. You loved James, and James loved you. Sometimes had some rough days and he would take it out on you. But everyone had rough days, right?

The first six months were a dream. He treated you like you were a queen. Extravagant dates, trips, gifts, anything you asked for, he got for you. Then one day it was like a switch flipped. More often than not you were arguing, or he would start a fight over something trivial. Anything that went wrong in his day-to-day life was your fault. It took a massive toll on your mental health, but you pushed through. It was nothing you couldn’t deal with.

Pierre noticed immediately. He would call daily to check in on you, making sure you didn't need anything.

More recently, James had become physical with you. It first started with pushing or shoving you out of his way during an argument. Then one day it all came to a head. You had forgotten to wash his shirt for a work trip, so you wouldn't have time to iron it before he left. This ended up with you shoved into the wall, a hand around your throat as you gasped for air, begging him to let go.

You forgave him, of course. He came back from his work trip with flowers and a beautiful gift in hand. He showered you with kisses and apologies, so you swept it under the rug.

Coming up with excuses as to why you couldn’t hang out or go to events with Pierre was the hard part. He caught on, though you’re sure he assumed it was James not allowing you to go. He didn’t know about the abuse, and you were determined to keep it that way.

Over the last few months, you’d gotten a lot better at hiding the bruises. When Pierre asked to hang out, you'd fake a work trip or illness. You couldn’t even remember the last time you’d seen Pierre in person, the limited conversations either over facetime or phone calls.

Now, curled up in a hospital bed, you knew there was no way of keeping it from him. He was your emergency contact. You couldn't recall why this fight started. Unsure if either the concussion or blacking out was the cause. But it was the worst one yet.

There was a sharp pain radiating through your head and a dull ache through the rest of your body. The sound of a chair squeaking caught your attention, pulling your eyes, well eye that wasn’t swollen shut, to the corner of the room. Pierre was there, an angry look on his face, arms crossed over his chest.

“I’m guessing you won’t buy the ‘I fell down the stairs’ excuse?” You choke out, trying to lighten his mood. At the sound of your voice, he’s up and sitting on the edge of the bed, cradling one of your hands in his. “Please, don’t joke right now, mon ange.” His voice is scratchy like he’s been crying. “Sorry.” You whisper as you look away, “I don’t like seeing you worry, or seeing you angry.” His hand comes up to brush your hair from your face, thumb brushing your cheek. “Why didn’t you tell me? I could’ve helped you.” his voice breaks near the end, his free hand coming up to wipe the tears on his cheek.

“You have enough to worry about, Pear. You didn’t need to worry about me.” He brushes off your explanation, opening his mouth to argue, but you cut him off. “It was never this bad, he’s never been this bad. I don’t know what set him off. Everything was fine, and then it wasn’t.” you mutter, taking a deep breath as you watch the emotions flick across his face.

His mouth opens and closes a few times before he finally speaks, “He almost killed you.” You nod, biting your lip as you shift in bed, groaning in pain. “You’ve got a concussion, broken nose, broken wrist, a few broken ribs, a broken ankle and foot. You’re more bruise than you are human at this point. But somehow no internal bleeding, even though he used your stomach as a boxing bag.” his voice trembles as he looks down.

“That explains why I feel like shit, but I’m sure the black eyes bring out my beauty, yeah?” you attempt to joke, earning a token judgemental Pierre glare. Humor had always been your way of coping.

“I thought you were dead when they called.” He admits, thumb rubbing over the back of your hand. “Your neighbor Ms. Nancy heard you screaming for help, she called the police. But you were silent by the time they got there. I got the call from the hospital, they had you stable by the time I got here.”

“I’m sorry for scaring you, and I’m sorry for not telling you.” You hesitate, gripping his hand in yours. “It wasn’t bad, in the beginning. He didn’t start any physical stuff until a few months ago - before it was only verbal. But he would always apologize and he was so sweet to be when he got back.” Tears fill your eyes as you continue, “But I couldn’t tell you, I couldn’t burden you with that. I had to pull away from you, he would get so mad when he found out I was talking to you. I didn’t want anything to happen to you.” you whisper, squeezing his hand again.

Pierre’s got tears in his eyes when you look up, his mouth twisted in a frown. “I told you to stop protecting me. But that’s not the point right now.” he waves you off as you try to interrupt him. “What matters is you’re safe, he’s in police custody. You’re going to get healthy, the boys will move your things out of the apartment as soon as possible. You will stay with me until you’re healthy and safe.” he stresses.

“Pierre, I ca-” He holds his hand up again, “If the next words are not, ‘thank you, Pierre, I will move in, Pierre.’ I do not want to hear them.” his voice is serious, eyes hard when you look up again.

“Thank you, Pierre. I will move in, Pierre.” You grin, rolling your eyes at him. “He’s lucky that I didn’t get a phone call from Ms. Nancy, or he’d be in the morgue and I’d be in jail for murder.” You nudge him as best you can with your casted arm, leaning your head back on the pillow.

“Can you please not tell anyone this happened?” You ask, “I don’t want to worry anyone else, and I don’t want to deal with all the drama that comes with it.” He’s got a sheepish look on his face as you finish speaking. “I already told Charles, and Charles told Carlos who told Lando. They’re figuring out the logistics of moving your things, the police should be done surveying your apartment soon. Then they can get started.”

A loud groan leaves your throat as you bring your hands up to cover your face, “Pierre.” you mutter, “that’s so embarrassing. They’re going to think I’m so weak and stupid for staying.” His hands pull yours away from your face, pinning them to your sides. “If I ever hear you talking bad about yourself again, you’re going to sit through hours of myself and Charles complimenting you, do you want that? No one will thing you're weak or stupid. No one knows what you went through every day.” he states, voice stern but eyes twinkling. You shake your head, then groan at the pain of your brain rattling around.

“Ugh, okay. That was stupid. I need to rest, I’m getting nauseous again.” Your voice wavers as you speak. “Sleep, I’ll be here when you wake up.” He’s quiet as he pulls the scratchy blanket back up over you, tucking you in. You’re not released until a few days later, but you’re chomping at the bit to get out. Against Pierre’s wishes, you make him take you back to the apartment. A fresh pair of clothes and a phone charger is all you want. The sound of voices greet you when you arrive, crutches and a hovering Pierre behind you.

“Oh, my god.” Lando’s voice is a whisper as you crutch into the kitchen where he’s crouching on the floor. He's cleaning up what looks like broken glass with specks of your blood mixed in. Carlos and Charles rush into the room not a few seconds later, Charles’ hand flying up to his mouth. Carlos muttered a quick, “Ay, dios mio!” before shutting his mouth, staring at you wide-eyed.

“I’m not a spectacle, I’m still the same old me.” You snap before taking a deep breath, looking around the room. There are poorly cleaned trails of your blood across the room, and shattered glass littering the floor. Duffel bags are sitting by the door which you assume has your belongings in it. “Please tell me you’re not cleaning up my blood.” You can’t help the shake in your voice, “Please, this is not your responsibility. Please stop.” you beg, wobbling on your crutches while Pierre grabs onto your hips to hold you up.

“Mon ange, please calm down. They wanted to help, they didn’t want you to come back to a mess when you got your things.” he explains, holding you as you lean your crutches against the wall, then lean back into him for support. “Please stop. I will call someone to deal with this, I want to get my things and go. I want a nap, my body hurts and I just need the emotional support of my friends. I don’t need you to fix my mess.” You can’t help but complain. “I’m very thankful, and I love you all very much. But, I would appreciate if you stop staring at me like a zoo animal and help me carry my things out of here. I don’t want to be here any longer than necessary.”

The tremble in your voice snaps them into gear. Carlos grabbing the duffels by the door while Charles and Lando grab whatever boxes they packed from the bedroom and living area.

Once you’re settled on the couch at Pierre’s, Lando insists on unpacking your things into the guest room. You must fall asleep on the couch because when you wake up, your head is in a sleeping Pierre’s lap. Your foot, in the massive boot, propped up on a pillow in Carlos’ lap. Lando and Charles are asleep on the floor in front of the couch and a credit scene is rolling on the TV. Sure, you’ve just gone through the most traumatic thing in your life. But all you needed to heal was being here, with them… and maybe a little (lot) of therapy. 

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was going through it last week

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🐊🪝 - the cost of a dream

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[darkgodcomplex]

Red Christmas

Wally Darling X Reader

TRIGGER WARNINGS: Yandere, Violence, Mild Gore, Horror, Obsession, Injury, Death

AO3 Link

And here’s the story, enjoy:

“You’re leaving me?”

Wally stands very still, very purposely blocking the exit. His hand involuntarily flexes open and closed, irritated. Why would you leave him? He’s been so careful.

“Wally.” You say in a low tone. “Move aside.”

You never talked like that to him before, what happened? Someone ratted, he’s sure of it.

“It’s Christmas.” He tries to bargain with you, reaching forward to grab your arm. You yank it away as soon as he grazes your skin. “We haven’t even opened presents yet.”

“I want to leave, Wally.” You’re firm, standing your ground.

“Surely you can’t go out in this weather.” He glances outside. “Look at that snow, you’ll freeze before you can even make it to Julie’s.”

You purse your lips, “Are you holding me hostage, Wally?” Your tone is accusatory. He doesn’t like it.

Wally casts his eyes to the ceiling, letting out a deep breath, “Have you been talking to Frank?” He tries to keep his voice even, but he can’t help but let his anger seep through. “Or Poppy? I told you-“

Before he can even see it coming, you’re tossing a frying pan at him. It had been hung on the wall nearby, but he never imagined you’d actually try to harm him. He raises his arm to block the blow to the face and feels you brush past him and dash out the door.

Cussing to himself, Wally follows, his arm throbbing.

Luckily for him, the snow was too deep for you to get too far. On top of that, the fresh snow had covered his carefully placed Christmas lights. They had caught around your foot as you ran and now you were halfway down the steps to the house, strung up by your ankle with the Christmas lights.

He thinks you struggle like an animal in a trap. He delights in the look of terror in your eyes as he approaches.

“My dear, I’ve been nothing but kind to you!” He grabs the end of the Christmas lights, yanking you up slowly by your ankle. You give a yelp of pain. “Now why would you go and throw that away?”

“Julie!” You sputter. “Eddie… Howdy! Please!”

Wally kindly waits for you to finish.

“No one’s going to hear you, dear.”

Then, he gives one final tug of the Christmas lights before hauling you up roughly and throwing you over his shoulder. Your ankle is too bruised and broken for you to walk now, just how he wants it.

He brings you back inside, right where you belong.

“I think it’s time for you to open your present.”

“Let me go, Wally.” You’re a puddle of a person now, your terror has turned into tears and trembling. As much as he loved the blissfully unaware version of you, he can’t help but feel dizzy over his control of you.

He tosses you down onto the couch. You wince as your ankle hits the cushion.

Wally leans in close, “You’re going to listen good, you hear? You belong to be, you’ve always belonged to me. You do as I say.”

You look at him with wide, frightful eyes. You don’t move, so he takes that to mean that you understand his point.

He approaches the Christmas tree. It had been neatly decorated by the two of you. The bulb the two of you had painted together was front and center.

Underneath the tree were a few presents. You had wrapped gifts for all the neighbors, even him. He wonders what you had discovered to make you attempt to flee on Christmas. He had been so careful to not ruin the surprise.

He grabs his first gift to you and sets it in your lap. The bright green wrapping paper sparkles in the light. You hesitate.

“Go ahead, open it.” He insists.

You swallow and with gentle hands rip open the wrapping paper and lift off the lid to the box.

“I had hoped to do this voluntarily, but this is just as fine I suppose.” He hums.

In your hands you hold a little leather collar. You look disgusted.

He takes it from your hands, reaching for neck. You flinch away, but there’s no where for you to go so he fastens the thing to your neck.

In every aspect, Wally wants to own you. That is what it truly represents.

You look miserable with the collar around your neck, but you’ll get used to it. Submission is often suffocating at first.

“I actually have a few more gifts for you.”

“I don’t want anything more from you, psycho.” You spit. His chest whirls with excitement at your sudden bravery. It just makes all this even better. He can’t wait to pound the soul out of you. After all, that’s what he’s been waiting for all this time.

“Trust me, you’ll want to see this.”

He brings out seven very neatly wrapped packages, making a small pile next to the couch. If you had still been blissfully unaware, the surprise would’ve been even greater, but he’s still excited to watch your reaction.

He can tell you’re confused and that just delights him all the more. He runs his fingers over each of the boxes, carefully picking out which one to be first.

“The gift… of a lifetime together.” He says, placing the first gift in your hands. “Nothing left to distract us.”

You look at him skeptically, pulling at the ribbon.

When you open the box, the color drains from your face. In fact, Wally thinks you might vomit. You scream in a way he’s never heard someone scream before, a deep, chested scream that perfectly encapsulates the horror of the moment.

“You understand now, right?” Wally leans in, almost taunting you. “Things are going to be different around here now.”

You shake your head, desperately trying to make sense of the the situation and even more desperately trying to get the box away from you. You shove it off of you.

Eddie’s body parts spill onto the floor.

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