quite literally nothing in this world slaps harder than a scandinavian crime drama where the girl detective and the boy detective hate each other at first and they’re both a little fucked up and their sexual tension is off the charts….. that shit goes crazy every time

I'm watching Friends for the tenth time (comfort show for anxious person), and I'm still salty about the ending. Rachel should have been with Joey. At least not with fucking Ross Geller. Gggggh I hate him.

If Ross Geller has a million haters then I am one of them. If Ross Geller has ten haters then I am one of them. If Ross Geller has only one hater then it is me. If Ross Geller has zero haters then I have dropped off the face of the planet and am no longer on this earth. If the entire world is for Ross Geller then I am against the world. Nobody and nothing with stop me from hating that man

Joey Tribbiani could probably write a poorly organized but thorough, detailed, and heartfelt essay on why he loves Rachel Green, with specific examples centered around the woman she becomes over the course of the show, and Ross would just be like "because she's Rachel"

"I don't cheat!"

Ross. You cheated on Julie, the moment Rachel showed any interest. Then you fucking slept with Chloe, when they weren't even twenty four, nay, twelve hours into their break.

Then you cheated on Bonnie with Rachel later on.

Ross, all you do is cheat.

Morally ambiguous character with long hair and a tragic backstory: [exists]

Me:

Harriet Jones, the best Prime Minister Great Britain ever had and who didn't hesitate to sacrifice herself

“The numbers are familiar but never fail to shock. One in four women will experience violence at the hands of their partner. Homicide is a leading cause of death for women younger than 44 years old, and nearly half of female homicide victims are killed by a current or former partner. African American and American Indian/Alaska Native women are at even greater risk than others, and women who have experienced intimate partner violence (IPV, also known as domestic violence) are more in danger of being killed by their partner. These horrifying statistics are not new, but what you may not know is that researchers have recently identified an important predictor of increased violent behavior in perpetrators of IPV.

We used to think all abusers were equal. They are not.

Our research has now made clear that when a man puts his hands around a woman’s neck, he has just raised his hand and said, “I’M A KILLER.” They are more likely to kill police officers, to kill children, and to later kill their partners. So, when you hear “He choked me,” now we know:

YOU ARE AT THE EDGE OF A HOMICIDE.

According to the Training Institute on Strangulation Prevention, “A woman who has suffered a nonfatal strangulation incident with her intimate partner is 750% more likely to be killed by the same perpetrator…with a gun.” That is a staggering number, and it’s not a coincidence. Researchers and law enforcement professionals have determined that nonfatal strangulation is a leading indicator of escalating violence in a relationship and an important risk factor for homicide in women.

Why Is Strangulation Different Than Other Types of IPV?

One reason that strangulation is a particularly concerning warning sign in IPV is because of what it represents: Control, taken from the victim and placed in the hands of the perpetrator, who, in the moment of violence, has the power to literally take the breath of the victim. It can take only seconds to lose consciousness during a strangulation incident, and the line between fatal and nonfatal strangulation is perilously thin.

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Bring in the Clowns. An anonymous fear submitted to Deep Dark Fears - thanks!

this was sound ridiculous and like something that shouldn’t need to be explained to me but the phrase “Be weird. Be rude. Stay alive.” from the Crime Junkie podcast literally reminds me that i’m allowed to be a bitch to creeps and it’s so helpful and more people should see it

Ashley Flowers: “BUT….they didn’t test for Rigor Mortis”

Me, a civilian with limited knowledge of criminal investigation procedures, driving with sunglasses that could part the Red Sea, and a smoldering cigarette in hand: “Morons”

he’s so gorgeous