girls this is important as fuck
I will never not reblog this. Nothing is more important than this. Remember it always.
this needs to be signal boosted for all to see.
This goes for lgbtqia relationships too kids.
leave while you still see the early red flags, before it becomes really dangerous.
What Are the “Warning Signs” of an Abuser?
Red flags and warning signs of an abuser include but are not limited to:
- Extreme jealousy
- Possessiveness
- Unpredictability
- A bad temper
- Cruelty to animals
- Verbal abuse
- Extremely controlling behavior
- Antiquated beliefs about roles of women and men in relationships
- Forced sex or disregard of their partner’s unwillingness to have sex
- Sabotage of birth control methods or refusal to honor agreed upon methods
- Blaming the victim for anything bad that happens
- Sabotage or obstruction of the victim’s ability to work or attend school
- Controls all the finances
- Abuse of other family members, children or pets
- Accusations of the victim flirting with others or having an affair
- Control of what the victim wears and how they act
- Demeaning the victim either privately or publicly
- Embarrassment or humiliation of the victim in front of others
- Harassment of the victim at work
What Traits Do Abusers Have in Common?
There is no one typical, detectable personality of an abuser. However, they do often display common characteristics.
- An abuser often denies the existence or minimizes the seriousness of the violence and its effect on the victim and other family members.
- An abuser objectifies the victim and often sees them as their property or sexual objects.
- An abuser has low self-esteem and feels powerless and ineffective in the world. He or she may appear successful, but internally, they feel inadequate.
- An abuser externalizes the causes of their behavior. They blame their violence on circumstances such as stress, their partner’s behavior, a “bad day,” on alcohol, drugs, or other factors.
- An abuser may be pleasant and charming between periods of violence and is often seen as a “nice person” to others outside the relationship.
(Source: cdeine-crzy, via faerytale-wings)
Challenge #02750-G193: What Evil Sows…
Human’s blood is a well-known weapon. Full of leucocytes ready to protect human body from disease and foreign invaders. While used on other forms of life it can act like acid; burning and destroying skin. Blood isn’t a cheap thing, because selling it is forbidden everywhere. But black market found a way to produce enough blood to gain on it — blood farms. Cages where humans are drugged so they won’t fight back. Everything begins to fall apart when one of farm workers didn’t drug their victims and humans finally started to realise what is happening around them. – Anon Guest
[AN: It isn’t just the acid and the leucocytes, Human blood is loaded with pathogens that breed once removed from the body and left in certain conditions. Look up forensic cleaning sometime if you really want to learn about the nasties that happen because of blood spatter. Offensensitivity warning for drug use in the story below.]
Humans are Deathworlders. This is known. Their very bodies are factories of pathogens in multiple forms. Their mouths are cesspools of bacteria. Their bodily fluids are acidic. As for their blood… it is truly a font of chemical warfare. Even a healthy Human’s blood is loaded with pathogens, antibodies, enzymes and so forth. A biological cornucopia that’s one crucial tilt away from attacking its own host in confusion. All of this is known.
If someone could find a way to create in abundance what a Human body does naturally, they could reign in terror over multiple Havenworlder, and even normal Galactic worlds. This, too, is known. There are unethical sorts who will sell Humans to interested parties… some of them are also Human. This, despite everything, is known. The CRC repeatedly attempt to stop them, but there are always more.
Given all this, it was no surprise that a facility like Rapture Farms would arise. Take one Greater Deregulation, rife with dissidents who do not like living in a world where even clean air is taxed. Add a pinch of knowledge, which is always a dangerous thing. Stir well with the Dunning-Kruger effect, and you inevitably get Rapture Farms.
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Challenge #02571-G014: Seeing to Need
They were 10 years old when the incident happened. Hiding in the woods to try to escape the abuse they endured in the orphanage, they’d come across an unusual sight. Half-buried in the ground was …. something. They didn’t know what it was, exactly, but the three outside the object sounded distressed. They went to the three and found them to be not much taller than they were and they were like very large birds. The problem had been the ship, for that is what the beings explained it to be, had been caught in a storm and they’d had to land for emergency repairs. The beings though they’d be safer if the ship was somewhat hidden in the nearby dirt cave only to have the cave collapse and the beings couldn’t dig out, they were not strong enough. The youngster thought for a long moment and asked the beings to wait. About an hour later, five children followed the first youngster carrying buckets and shovels. They’d snuck the supplies out of the garden shed while the abusive staff were having their annual poker night. By this time, most of them were far from sober.
While it took several hours, and a few rest breaks, the kids managed to help the beings dig out the ship and the beings were deeply grateful as they completed the repairs. The kids being there, for that, also was a boon as the kids, together, were strong enough to hold panels in place while they were permanently secured. With the help of the youngsters, the ship was repaired in record time. The beings then asked the kids what it was that they’d like in return. The youngsters, aged 10 to only 6, had only one wish. To leave this orphanage where they endured constant times of hunger and often were struck. Indeed some of the kids still sported some fairly large bruises. The beings nodded and said for the kids to be patient.
Not too long after this incident a much, much larger craft showed up. – Anon Guest
Everyone wanted to adopt babies. As soon as you cleared four years of age, the chances of being adopted plummeted like a rock into a pond. Tae and Ollie knew this, they knew they were more likely to age out of Foster Care than get adopted out of it. It was a fact of life just like the fact that foster homes were generally shitty places run by horrible people that viewed every kid who lived there as a paycheque. Neither of them could point to the day they learned that the world was cruel. It was just another fact of life.
Just like huddling in the lee side of a boulder in the old abandoned quarry and hoping that the Old Man didn’t find them this time was a fact of life. Just like holding their breaths as they held each other and listening to hear if his hollering was getting closer. Just like knowing when to run centred around how much the Old Man stank of cheap alcohol. This was, however, the first time that there were other small life forms huddled in the old quarry under the negligible shelter that one of the overhangs loaned them.
They looked like birds, but no bird on Earth had claw-like fingers extending from their wings. No bird on Earth had a head that big, nor such expressive eyes. No bird on Earth held on to another like Tae and Ollie held each other against the threat in the rain-soaked afternoon.
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Challenge #02493-F303: Femme Fatality
I’ve noticed a trend in your writing, that evil tends to be male. I’d like to see some of the evil women out there, the ones that go out of their way to use and abuse people, the husband beaters, the ladies that don’t take “no” for an answer. – Anon Guest
[AN: Yes, that was a bit present-centric of me. I should focus more on making the truly evil ones gender nonspecific so people can project what they whist. However, in the interests of balancing the scales a little…]
And she will have her way/ Somehow I will still believe her – Neil Finn.
Though I am evil, I am also invisible. Why? Because the world dismisses me and laughs at him. Prejudice is a wonderful thing when you can work it in your favour. I have learned all the wonderful ways I can twist this world to my whim. Beauty helps. All the performative ways a woman like me can gain the attraction of men.
Youth was a wonderful bait when I had it. Sure, you could blame my “funny” uncle for the way I am, because of those wandering hands that drifted up my skirt… but I rather favour the fact that nobody looked to a little girl of thirteen when the poison I put in his beer took hold. It wasn’t enough to kill him, unfortunately. I had to watch the nurses in the hospital put medicine into his drip, and sneak a load of bleach into the line for him to finally die.
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I Keep on Hurting Myself
In this wordpress wednesday, I talk about the things I do to me, and what I’ve been doing to prevent it.