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choppedupnotkilled · 17 days

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Flora Man Chapter 9 (Little Shop of Horrors fanfic)

A Cabinet Man (Lemon Demon) inspired Little Shop of Horrors AU where Seymour and Twoey are two halves of a whole and ultimately fuse physically on the night of Seymour's proposal to Audrey. Content warning for some mature themes. I should've mentioned this in the fic itself, but Seymour/Twoey grew more slowly in this AU and is about the size he was in Feed Me (Git It!). Rated T.

Audrey almost felt a sense of relief as she stepped across the threshold into her incredulously no longer imagined or even hypothetical home... well, second home anyway. She had relied on this place and the safety and normalcy it epitomized and promised to its chosen few for almost as long as she could remember, and she had only recently and fleetingly dared to hope for a possibility of this everpresent ground beneath her becoming semi-stable enough to provide her with a solid footing. Even more amazingly, she and her love… with the help of a friend who was definitively a friend of hers and not his, had managed to slot into a place for themselves within it despite the rigidity of its residents and the standards surrounding and shaping them. Like Jane said, me and Seymour's situation is highly unusual… I'm surprised everyone here's been accepting for the most part so far.

Audrey remembered the mail that she had brought in and absentmindedly flipped through it, wishing that she could have made her new legal last name Krelborn without arousing suspicion, and paused at a neon green envelope which was covered in stamps depicting animals and plants… and no apparent writing. Did someone find us? What's going on?! Her sudden jolt of panic faded away as she tore open the envelope to find a postcard reading "Sorry we left all of a sudden. Good luck from the Spanish Synagogue!- Ronette, Crystal, Chiffon" alongside a picture of its signers clearly having fun in a beautiful golden synagogue. That's nice that they got to go to Czechoslovakia like they wanted… it was while the shop was busier than I'd ever seen at the time, but it's still nice. Audrey quickly made her way to the living room with the postcard, feeling a wave of affection for Seymour as he perked up at her approach and sitting at her usual place on the edge of his pot and against him.

"Seymour, look at- uh… here." She halted her futile attempt to show him the postcard visually and instead placed it against one of his vines, causing him to carefully inspect it before wrapping the vine gently around her wrist, and she smiled before continuing. "It's a postcard from the girls, it turns out we haven't seen them for a while because they went to Czechoslovakia." Seymour pondered this for a moment. "Do you know how they found this address? I thought we'd fixed it so that nobody would be able to do that?!" Audrey stroked his vine reassuringly. "We did, for most people, it's just that… well, you know how they are sometimes. They seem to have ways of… getting things done… it's fun and spontaneous when you're hanging out with them and a bit freaky when you want to be dead in the eyes of the press and everyone outside your town… still, I trust them."

Seymour relaxed slightly and leaned into her. "I'll trust them too, then. Besides, that tragic love story you came up with was so great, no one would want to ruin it with the truth if any rumors did start floating around." Audrey dipped her head slightly and felt herself blushing. "Well, a lot of the credit belongs to Shakespeare, really." Suddenly, Seymour gently lifted her head back into a resting position with a vine, cupping her cheek with it afterwards. "Audrey, you of all people deserve to have a high self-image." Audrey blinked a slight bit of mist out of her eyes and placed her free hand over his vine that was cupping her cheek, smiling widely. "You do too, Seymour."

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upfromtheashessurvivorsblog · 11 months

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The actual statistics on sex abuse cases are much different than people would have you believe.

#tw csa mention #tw sex abuse mention #kristen b

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intersectionalpraxis · 5 months

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Links that OP also provided: Campaign for Uyghurs Speak Up For The Uyghurs (Carrd) Save Uyghur (Companies Linked to Uyghur Forced Labour) The Coalition to End Forced Labour in the Uyghur Region

There is mass systematic sexual violence being committed against Ugyhur women in these concentration camps as a 'torture tactic'-I have read horrifying reports and details about their many experiences -being violated over and over again and it's just horrifying -these accounts are something I will never forget reading about because it is truly despicable what has been done to them. And the fact that the Chinese government STILL refuses to acknowledge what they have done -and deny these 'allegations,' I hope more people learn about what has been happening in these camps where a genocide is occurring against Uyghur people.

Here are some more links to some articles for folks to look into this and with some more information about what has been happening:

“Break Their Lineage, Break Their Roots”- China’s Crimes against Humanity Targeting Uyghurs and Other Turkic Muslims

China Uses Rape as Torture Tactic Against Uighur Detainees, Victims Say

Abortions, IUDs and sexual humiliation: Muslim women who fled China for Kazakhstan recount ordeals

#feminist #feminism #social justice #uyghurs #uyghur #violence against women #sa mention #tw sex abuse #china #xinjiang #boycotting #crimes against humanity #human rights violations #united nations #torture tw

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cathy-plus-e · 6 months

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If this post gets 50k notes before July 7th of 2024 I'll do anything possible to go to therapy and investigate if I really got rapped when I was 10 years old so I can stop living with an uncomfortable feeling of doubt and insecurity with my own body

This got extremely specific I'm sorry

#tw rape mention #tw rape #tw sex abuse

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sadgirlbadpoems · 3 months

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I think that the Supernatural fandom doesn't give Dean Winchester enough credit or hold John Winchester accountable nearly enough. I would argue that John's abuse (mental, emotional and physical) and its constant effect in both boys lives is constantly downplayed by a majority of the fanbase.

The parentification of an elder sibling has been proven to cause lasting issues and we see this throughout the show; when Dean is overly protective of Sam, treats Sam's life as more valuable than his own, can't picture a life where he's not needed, and his dismissal of Sam as a valuable contributor in an equal partnership. Dean is often criticized both in canon and by fans for being overbearing and codependent on Sam. This is a direct result of John Winchester's inability to parent.

Dean's emotional repression is shown to be caused by his father's militant behaviors and approach to parenting. Dean doesn't see his feelings as valid or important and thus turns to repression or unhealthy coping mechanisms as illustrated throughout the show. His alcoholism, violent outbursts, and unhealthy relationship with sex are all coping mechanisms he uses not to feel.

Through flashbacks (and some dialog) the viewer is show that Sam is more resentful towards John than Dean, and that he even holds resentment towards Dean for being the "perfect little soldier".

That's part of the reason Castiel is such a great foil for Dean, both are loyal to absent fathers' but while Dean was born with free will he follows his father's orders unwaveringly until sometime after his death, Cass a being created without free will breaks free of the command of his father and from his father's mission, becoming for all intents and purposes a Prodigal son like Sam.

Dean's adherence to his father's word is, much like Sam's rebellion a response to continued and repeated abuse, neither brother is perfect. And their father was the furthest thing from it.

#supernatural #dean winchester #sam winchester #john winchester #john winchester bashing #cw alcohol #tw abuse #cw sex mention #am i really talking about this in 2024 #spn #castiel #dean deserved better #sam did too #parentified child #sorry for the rant #i have so many thoughts #and feelings

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moistrodent · 3 months

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I love how Hazbin Hotel brushed over Angel Dust’s drug use, because in the eyes of the show drug use isn’t something very traumatic, leads to much more vulnerable to human and sex trafficking, SA, and abusive relationships. Drug use is very complicated but in Hazbin Hotel Angel Dust’s drug problem is mentioned like…four times and one of those three times was a fucking joke. Drug use is often very misrepresented in media, also being an addict doesn’t make you a bad person, drug use shouldn't be criminalised (it makes it much harder to seek help), and rehab shouldn’t expensive as fuck. And also Angel Dust’s name? Weird as shit. That’s like naming your OC crack. It’s treating Angel Dust like he’s only his addiction wich is really horrible representation for obvious reasons. Vivziepop does not know how to represent serious topics, she either uses it for fetish bait or an actual literal joke. Also his name? Doesn’t make any sense. The effects of PCP were discovered over ten years after Angel Dust canonically died. It’s so clear Vivzepop didn’t do any research on the topic she’s trying to represent, it takes five seconds to google this shit.

#tw drugs #tw drug use #tw sa #tw sa mention #tw abuse #tw human trafficking #tw sex trafficking #anti hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel critical #hazbin hotel critique #anti vivziepop #vivziepop critical #vivziepop criticism #txt post #tw swearing #tw fetishization

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fabuloustrash05 · 4 months

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If I had a nickel for every time there was a musical number where a pink character sang a pop song about their sexual abuse and unresolved trauma with the song ending with them crying and having a mental breakdown...

I’d have TWO nickels!

#six the musical #six #kathrine howard #all you wanna do #hazbin hotel #angel dust #hazbin angel dust #poison #hazbin hotel poison #tw sex abuse #tw sa mention

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choppedupnotkilled · 18 days

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Flora Man Chapter 8 (Little Shop of Horrors fanfic)

This chapter will make a lot more sense in combination with the next chapter, trust me on this one. I'm experimenting with a different writing style with this one for a different POV, you'll see in a moment. If this writing style isn't your thing the next chapter should be understandable without reading this one, but keep in mind that this one won't be homogenous throughout the chapter.

Audrey sensuously slid on that tight… likely to be black and white, or maybe red? dress of hers that had a way of conspiring in kahoots with her ass and tits to make them even more sirenesque, like fertile forbidden fruits, a lush land destined to be explored manifestly by the hands of man, a man specifically, alone… before deciding definitely of her own volition to focus on something besides her almost cervine sexuality. Instead, she would once again prostrate herself before the not at all twin wolves of the real, human, not in any sense of the word floristic man and the, in contrast, entirely herbaceous 'man' her womanly, unwordly, breast-shielded heart had been tragically caught between for… some… reason.

Oh, woe is me, curse this woman's heart, how am I ever to choose between the rich, successful, fully bipedal chief executive officer, communications executive, and organizational change specialist of the company known as Patrick Martin, Licensing and Marketing, World Botanical Enterprises (which can be reached at 555-1986, from 7 am-9 pm Monday-Saturday, certain holidays excepted, call for details and get 15% off your next business deal, remember folks if your advertising's not done by the best it'd best have not been done at all, all the best professionals in the business know that) and the mere vegetable I am emotionally affixed to for reasons unknown to me, common sense, and fate? I've been wracking my… well… rack for months and all I have to show for it is the piles upon piles of… green… yeah, I am interested in green somehow, I remember that vaguely! I'm such a good person for listening enough to remember things like that… that I couldn't have made without the tireless efforts of that dashingly handsome, strikingly intelligent, old money millionare… and a bit more than that, a lot more than that actually, trust me 4' I mean 400000 more is a lot, it's so much more than average trust me guys, it's massive… it matters more what you do with it anyway really.

Audrey was busted out of her scattered thoughts by the sound of the bell at the front door of her tiny cramped plant shop, and she spun around, causing her lower cerulean orbs to jiggle hypnotically. At the door stood Patrick Martin, Licensing and- okay maybe she didn't need to say the full title each time, she just wanted to make sure the listene- fine, at the door stood Patrick Martin, her beloved, in the non-vegetative flesh! It took every last ounce of feminine determination and its contrasting inaction and indecision stored in her womanly uterus to resist throwing herself into his strong, manly, not at all vine-like that part cannot be stressed enough arms, and she confusedly felt both immense gratitude and sorrow that her stores of these virtues had not been bloodily depleted in almost a month, as the full moon would not take place for another few days. Her cans became engorged with blood, arousal, and anticipation as he seductively swayed towards her, releasing sexy male pheromones that were quickly and hungrily taken up by the ovaries that knew the difference between real actual adult human males who work respectable 9-5s… or at least provide employment to many people who do… and inanimate objects better than her estrogen-riddled mind… despite them also running on estrogen? she was pretty sure?…

She and her casabas snapped to attention as she realized that Patrick had reached her and was now holding that stupid handkerchief that that plant got her for a gift for some reason instead of something that actually costs decent money in front of her, and she almost instinctively accepted it back from him like she totally did hope to accept certain other things from him if that plant was ever to be out of the picture… and then all too soon he was gone, gone like her eggs would be after… 35?… right?…40?… that awful plant fiance of hers… wrapped it-his vile… vine… around… her… hand… holding… the handkerchief…

placing her in danger despite the compassion she had shown in soothing them-him, the strength with which she had kept a struggling shop afloat and the much more literal physical strength with which she had wrenched an axe from the hands of a man who should admittedly be hitting the gym more often, the untamed 'shrew'd cleverness with which she had kept the wool over his eyes for weeks… and thus he was not, could no longer pretend to himself to be an unattached wolf to her literally doe-eyed deer, as she was no naive coquettish prize doe, and he could not be a wolf without the wool making him a wolf in sheep's clothing… getting back to the story, Audrey stared at that beast's tentacle around her delicate yet strong wrist, and it-he stated, for yes, he could speak as a man! simply "Sweet Audrey, take note of the lies that have now laid you down in your deathbed" to which she replied in her sultry voice "…Deathbed?… I'm not dying!" and he in turn responded "Currently. And yet the handkerchief in his hand lies for a, no, is a confession of sin that cannot be denied, same as its accompanying torment within me, and for that you shall lie in the same ultimate deathbed of us all: the life-blood and body of plants, or in your case a plant" and she…

the story needs to go faster?… well, Audrey denied that she had lain with her… unfortunately fully irrevocably platonic friend Patrick Martin, but to that dastardly fiendish devilish plant his prior possession of the handkerchief which had been intended to act as a symbol of their love and their love alone was the crypt in which their love and her would lie forever. Her… friend arrived once more, pink lily paling in comparison to her sublime perfect and now complete femininity in hand, and alas arrived too late to reverse her fate but soon enough to cut off her assailant's with his own axe.

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…"And that was… Patrick Martin, our final guest today on Wink Wilkensen's Weird World… uh… thank you, Patrick… wait, Audrey and Seymour are dead?!"

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aspd-culture · 1 month

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Welcome back. You’re very informative.

I’m very confused about how numerous people, from you, to other antisocial people speaking from their experiences (some of which I learned are actually friends) to prosocial researchers of ASPD say that antisocial people see relationships as transactional. It’s not weird that you guys see it that way, it’s more like “and prosocials… don’t???” Because I’m certain I’m prosocial. I’m neurodivergent, sure, but no signs of ASPD. So, how do most prosocial people typically view relationships if they’re not transactional?

So I find prosocials and pwASPD both tend to think “but doesn’t everybody” when we hear this - it’s a super undescriptive term - but we’re thinking different things define something as transactional. We also see the reason for that transaction to be different.

From a prosocial generally, they’ll mean “I only want to be around people that ‘don’t drain my energy’, that don’t just take take take, that we mutually enjoy the friendship/relationship and want to be around each other”. That’s kinda their definition of getting something out of it, and they want everyone to get something out of it. If they’re draining you, they want you to be free of it so you can be happy, and the transactions involved can be purely emotional/vibes. The reason they feel this way is a desire for positive and enjoyable social connection; the consequence for an uneven/bad/missing transaction is discomfort and wasting their time in negative experiences and generally feeling bad in association with that person.

PwASPD see those transactions very very literally. There’s no vibes nor emotions in the transactions, those are either a reaction to the transaction or a bonus. We mean that we are getting something tangible or practical out of it. Rides, help with things we can’t or don’t want to do alone, sex, maybe even the social relief from the annoyance of “why don’t you ever talk to anyone?” coming from all sides. We also don’t always care if it’s even on the other person’s end. If they’re ok driving me everywhere/if they do it and don’t say or show they’re uncomfortable, then I will assume they are fine with that piece of the transaction. If I’m taking more than I’m giving and they seem chill with that then I’ll accept it. However, I won’t give them *nothing* and that’s because of our reason for transactions - it’s dangerous otherwise. First off, I have shit I need I can’t get myself as much as it sucks, so I need to be around people. But if we need something from them, what we learned in our childhoods is that we don’t get that for free. There’s always something over your head. A lot of pwASPD had friends or caregivers that would hold favors or even *basic, legally-mandated caregiving* over our heads as though we didn’t deserve it. Often our value was determined as a child by what we provided, and since children can’t provide much, we were worthless and not deserving of good treatment.

This is part of the reason (TW non-descriptive CSA mention, skip to the next paragraph if you want) that people thought ASPD was directly correlated with CSA for a long time - many cases of long term CSA come from either “I’ll give you x/do x for you if you help me with this” or worse, doing something first then saying “but I gave you X!/did X for you! I wouldn’t have if I knew you’d act like this”, often call us selfish if we tried to say no and maybe get aggressive or forceful after, and that is an easy lead-in to our view of interactions.

So a lot of us see it that if we want to be safe/know we can continue to get what we need, we HAVE to be giving them something. If you claim you like being around me “just to be around me” or worse that you’re willing to do something for me “just because I want to”, that’s not safe. You want something from me and I’ll give it to you - just tell me what it is. If you’re not telling me, that means it’s not good or you’re just gonna decide later that I’m selfish. You might hurt me to get what you want and justify it with this. Take something from my side so we’re even, because even means safe. Even means I get access to what I need and you get access to what you need - so now we’re both using this relationship/friendship/etc for something and you wouldn’t wanna mess that up by putting me in danger any more than I’d want to mess it up by putting you in danger.

Of course, not every prosocial sees it the first way and not every pwASPD had those experiences and/or sees it that way. But that’s what I’ve found to be common. If you see “they make me happy” as what your or their end of the transaction is, it’s definitely a prosocial response, maybe with the exception of thinking of it as “getting their brain to dopamine/oxytocin” vs caring how they’re actually feeling. If not, if you need it to be practical, that’s definitely transactional.

It’s important to note this is personal relationships with no practical consequences to ending the relationship - most people see relationships (platonic) with coworkers or managers as transactional and that’s a way I usually explain it to prosocials (“do you deal with your boss bc you like them or bc they sign your check - and would your boss keep you hired if you didn’t do your job because you make them happy just by being there?”). But with a romantic or sexual partner, a friend, etc. this is not a typical view of relationships.

That said - you can *absolutely* not have ASPD and have transactional view of relationships. It’s not a 1:1 thing there; not everyone with ASPD has it and not every prosocial doesn’t. It’s just a really common piece of the puzzle that is this personality disorder.

Edit: ack I’m so sorry I forgot to add the csa tw tags they’re there now.

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Edit: ack I’m so sorry I forgot to add the csa tw tags they’re there now.

#tw mentions of sex #tw csa #tw csa mention #tw abuse mention #tw sa #tw sa mention #tw child abuse mention #tw child abuse #aspd-culture-is #aspd culture is #aspd culture #actually aspd #aspd #aspd awareness #actually antisocial #antisocial personality disorder #aspd traits #anons welcome

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intersectionalpraxis · 5 months

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this is insane israelis are kidnapping palestinian women in gaza and doing god knows what to them! [@/ Paliefer3 on X. -01/03/24.]

A list of woman from Gaza forcibly disappeared by the Israeli forces and found in Damon Prison includes the following names: - Nivin Al-Najjar - Iman Mahfouz - Zeinab Al-Ramlawi - Namaa Abu Alkhair Saadallah - Afnan Nasrallah - Saida Salah (Al-Sharafi) - Aseel Abu Zaydah - Yasmin Marshoud - Lina Tabeel - Nahal Al-Ghandour - Zareefa (Um Rabah) - Hadeel Al-Duhduh/Al-Zhaza - Sahar Adnan Mohammed Al-Khawli - Iman Adnan Mohammed Sabbagh (Al-Khawli) - Shaimaa Adnan Mohammed Al-Khawli. [@ RamAbdu on X. 01/03/05]

We know how the IOF treats Palestinian prisoners. We know that IOF officials sexually violate and assault Palestinian women during their imprisonments. We have seen the IOF publicly humiliate, abuse, and assault Palestinian women. This is disgustingly systematic for the IOF, and I am not here to fear the worst -I do genuinely hope these women are released. It just frustrates and irritates me that no western media source has been or will probably ever be willing to cover something like this -mass sexual violence being used as a tactic of torture, as a tool to abuse that causes physical, psychological, and emotional duress in Palestinian women. The IOF is depraved, and I only wish for their demise.

#feminist #feminism #social justice #free palestine #palestine #freepalastine🇵🇸#free gaza #gaza #palestinian prisoners #ceasefire #ceasefire now #end the genocide #end the occupation #gaza strip #violence against women #tw sa #tw sa mention #tw sex abuse

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jahiera · 10 months

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Please,,,, please more rambles about astarion and him healing and his slowly changing relationship with (-tav-) Sex and intimacy and choice and-

LISTEN BUDDY...

Okay gonna talk about the Grave Scene. this scene truly lives in my head rent free. I've been rewatching it a few times and every way it plays out is so touching. Especially the way he.. hmm... expresses himself here? There's such earnestness to him that frankly is unimaginable to the person we met in act 1. He really went from being both so sly & yet obviously lying ("[you trusted me...] an objectively stupid thing to do.") to someone who admits and lists the way Tav makes him... feel.... SAFE? and held? and I understand why it's not something a lot of people focus on but I actually am so heart-touched by how complex and intricate his journey to reclaiming sex and desire is at the end of this conversation. None of it is gratuitous. None of it is for show. The blending of the nonsexual intimacy, and openness (the grabbing of the hands, the showing of the grave, the raw admittance of so much vulnerable material he gives to Tav; all things he would never have even CONCEIVED of offering up in even act 2.)

("I've been dead in the ground for long enough. It's time to try living again." ... "With everything that life has to offer.")

It's an extremely nuanced and thoughtful approach to an SA survivor rediscovering & reclaiming what they want to make of their desires, their sexuality, in the aftermath of what was done to their bodies without their consent. It's so thoughtful & beautiful imo. Finally here at his grave, he tells Tav that they're someone he feels safe & accepted with, & he can experience intimacy on both sides with someone who has put forth the effort, the time, the willingness to learn and wait and watch and care for his own desires in a manner no one else EVER has.

("I feel safe with you. Seen. And whatever the future holds for me, I don't want to lose that.")

It REALLY... gets me in the heart here. It doesn't avoid the difficulties of sexuality in the aftermath of abuse, and it ultimately shows one individual's journey toward reclamation and reconciliation with autonomy on their own terms. That's so vital here, that he reaches out, chooses to make the step forward, HIS choice. There's no lingering gratuitously on the trauma, if that makes sense? the descriptions and vulnerability are raw; Tav is grounding person here, Tav gives him room to speak. The true balance of intimacy in verbalizing his feelings, intimacy in being close physically with Tav, intimacy in discerning for himself what he desires, intimacy in accepting touch, contact, affection, togetherness. It's all so... [BITES INTO FIST SCREAMING]. And the ending. Where he and Tav get to set off on another adventure. Get to explore who they are truly now, with each other, without any higher powers looming over and putting a yoke around their necks. I'm personally partial to the "finding a way for you to be in the sun," ending myself but all of them are just ... so delightful. He really SHINES in a way that exceeded my expectations so completely in act 3. he went from totally closed off and locked away and unaware of how to navigate his own personal relationships, no idea what a "relationship," even was, no idea how to express boundary or unravel his complicated ideas and feelings around his body, what it was forced to do for Cazador, to:

("For nearly two centuries I stalked the streets like a ghost while the person I was lay here, dead and buried. Now I need to figure out who I am. What I want.")

also laying a flower on his grave and all he says is "cute." but there's such a minor moment of tenderness there. I weep I wept I will weep.

#I do get why I've seen the interpretation that he's totally sexless after it all & far be it for me to stop people from #interpreting it that way; interpretation and all that; but I personally really love & appreciate the narrative's conclusion here #in which sex is treated as thoughtfully as it can be; real and tangible and /yes/ an avenue of true togetherness beyond #like. getting off. that's not what it's about at all. (and the way this contrasts his post-ritual ending with all the SHOW...)#there's so much genuine intimacy & beauty here both nonsexually & at the end when it's reclaimed like whaahhaahahhahhhhh #it's hardly nonexistent in media for sexuality and SA to be something explored thoughtfully but I admittedly HAVE NOT #seen it explored this thoughtfully in a major RPG video game before. not to this level and not in this way.#SA survivors re-finding bodily autonomy ohhh boy I have. feelings.#sa tw #sa mention #abuse tw #bg3 meta #bg3 spoilers

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FUCK ALL THE PEOPLE BASICALLY DEFENDING WILLIAM GOLD (WILBUR SOOT) BY SAYING HE'S AUTISTIC.

(starting notes: this is most likely going to be very much rambling and jumping from one thing to another. I am just very upset about the situation and what some people are saying about it and needed to clear my head.)

I, myself am autistic and ADHD and regardless of whether you realize it or not, you are stereotyping autistic people by basically saying that they don't know when to stop when asked and can't understand boundaries. Well!! spoiler alert!!! WE DO UNDERSTAND BOUNDARIES. AND IF SOMEONE ASKS US TO STOP IF WE'RE HURTING THEM/MAKING THEM UNCOMFORTABLE? WE WILL!!! WHY??? BECAUSE IT'S BASIC HUMAN DECANCY.

Autistic people are people too. With feelings, emotions, opinions, and boundaries. Just like every other human being on this planet. We are human, just with a more different mindset than most. And most Autistic people try their best to respect people's boundaries and to listen to people when they say no or to stop. If William Gold really is autistic and has a known habit of biting, he could have easily gone on Amazon and gotten a chewing necklace to help with the habit. They're like $5-11 and they almost always come in packs of 3-5 or more. I've had several throughout my life, and they really do help with said habit. So he has NO reason and NO excuse to be biting someone else instead. ESPECIALLY TO THE POINT THE PERSON IS SCREAMING AT THEM AND USING A SAFE WORD TO STOP.

And you people have to keep in mind that the biting isn't the only awful thing he's done to Shelby. He has physically abused her. He had pinned her down and had told her to try her hardest to get him off with full knowledge that she has been $e×ually assaulted before and then said something along the lines of that, he was so much stronger than her and that "she wouldn't be able to fight back". Had likely loved bombed her at the beginning of the relationship to make her stay(which, if you didn't know is a big red flag). Threw away almost all of her things after they broke up without even telling her. Manipulated her and gaslighted her (saying he wanted kids/marriage and then further into the relationship telling her he never wanted that & never said that) plus A LOT more.

Long story short:

-The autistic excuse is a load of fucking bullshit.

-PLEASE do some research about Neurodivergent people before you say anything relating to them online.

-While you're at it, research different kinds of abuse and manipulative behavior because you obviously don't understand that THIS? BITING someone to the point it HURTS AND THEY ARE SCREAMING? IS VERY CLEARLY ABUSE.

-Stop defending someone who already owned up to it (in the most shittiest and self-centered way possible, making it all about himself and also not even mentioning her NAME ONCE).

-Get off whatever social media platform you're on and either go play a game, go outside, read a book, or go to sleep if its late.

-And Always Support The Victim. NEVER The Fucking Abuser.

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(Final notes: I seriously recommend that you watch Shelby's VOD of you haven't and read these websites start to finish. You'll find a lot that relates back to William's behavior. Both inside and outside this relationship.

Shelby Shubble VOD

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After reading them, I still recommend that you do more research about the topics I brought up. It could save your life one day.)

#shubble #shelby shubble #fuck wilbur soot #wilbur soot #tw abuse mention #tw bruises #tw biting #tw sex assault #tw manipulation #tw gaslighting #Youtube

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'IT'LL ALL WORK OUT'

Disclaimer: I'm honestly not a fan of Susan, but I thought this fic idea was cute!

Paring: Harringrove.

When Neil married Susan, he was against Susan adopting Billy, claiming the boy's real mother couldn't bother to be tasked with raising him, so no one should ever burden themselves with such a thing.

Susan, surprisingly, was firm in wanting to pick up the slack Billy's mother left in her wake, eventually Neil relented, and the adoption process was underway.

It's been four years, and a move to Hawkins, Indiana since Billy legally became Susan's child, something Max was displeased with initially, quickly became a comfort to her when she discovered what Neil did to his son. It had shaken her to her core, and when she relayed the information to her mother, the woman simply pulled her into a hug and murmured, "I know, baby. It'll all work out."

Max didn't know what that meant, or if she should trust her mom. But, she silently nodded, she had no real options here. She had to wait for the future.

The future as it turns out, was just three months later; Neil had laid into Billy with more fervor than usual, and when Susan made to step in, her husband struck her.

It hadn't detoured the red-haired woman, she continued her self-appointed task of checking on Billy, who was staring up at her with a look she's never seen on his face, a look no seventeen should ever wear.

She gave him a small, comforting smile, just as Neil got a fist full of otherwise pristine hair; his freehand raising to strike once more.

The action worked quickly in pulling Billy from his Susan induced trance with a start, his body moving faster than his brain as he lunged at his father, swiftly knocking the man to the ground.

For years, Neil's abuse had only ever been turned towards his son, and in truth he was grateful; because Billy doesn't know what he would do if it was ever Max on the receiving end. She was a child, she was his shitty little sister. Max, who brought him the stupidest (best) hoodies he owns, the fabric softer than any he had previously. Max, who despite hating Billy in the beginning, now comes to his room when she has a nightmare or generally needs comforting from someone other than her mother. She's the only person to hug him since the day his mom took off.

His sister who despite everything, tries so hard to show Billy someone loves him. She loves him.

Susan had tried to comfort him, but Billy always brushed her off. She never seemed to take it personally for some reason. Maybe because she knew he was afraid of what would happen if Neil even suspected Billy felt safe in their home.

The knowledge that Neil could hurt Susan was always present in Billy's mind, but he often wrote off his concern with a scoff. She knew what she married, she knew what he was like. It was her problem, not his.

However, seeing Neil actually hit Susan had set something off in Billy, because while she may have never defended or stood up for him as she had today; she still made sure he was properly tended to after encounters with his father.

If Neil sent him to bed sans dinner, locking him in his bedroom for however long, she would have Max sneak him a sandwich, Max was always more than happy to take said food.

The times when Neil kicked Billy out intent on making the boy sleep in his car, Susan always snuck a bag of snacks, blankets, and whatever else, into the bushes by their house for him to grab. Despite always going to Steve's and sleeping in the boy's guestroom on those nights, it still showed she was trying.

If Billy was bed ridden after his father caved his chest in, a few too many times, she would come into his room, soothe his pain with hushed words and gentle touches. Billy was usually too tired and in too much pain to reject her warm hands and kind fingers working through his curls after she'd patched him up.

Seeing Susan cradle her cheek, seeing Max sob at the display, finally gave Billy the nerve to stand up to Neil.

He doesn't really remember much after straddling his father, his fists flying rapidly, their intended destination Neil's face, but he does remember Susan scrambling to call 911. Remembers her soft words of assurance that Neil was down.

He remembers Max's look of relief as their eyes met.

He still feels the phantom hold as Susan tugs him from his place over his dad's limp frame. Can vaguely recall the frightening seconds he thought he killed his father before the man was gasping awake, his eyes widened with fear as they landed on Billy. He was actually afraid of Billy.

Everything beyond that was a blur, Billy doesn't really know what was said, or done. He just knows Neil was in police custody, something that would've left Billy parentless, if not for Susan having adopted him all those years ago.

Especially since his own mother had taken off when he was barely five, and relinquished her rights as a parent in the same breath she'd divorced his father.

He always wondered why he wasn't enough. For his mother or Neil.

When Hopper came by to ask if they wanted to press charges, both Billy and Susan agreed easily. It was the most gratifying decision Billy has ever made in regards to his father and the abuse he's endured at his hands for years.

Billy and Steve started officially seeing each other a few weeks after Neil's trial ended. Hopper saw to it that his father was hit with the max sentence for child abuse, and domestic violence. Both Max and Billy would be well into adulthood when Neil gets released, something that made the decision to be with Steve all that sweeter.

He hadn't wanted to come out to Susan, the lingering fear that she would object to her newly seventeen year old son being with a guy was too prevalent.

Though, technically, he didn't come out to her, she came to him one morning with her hand on her hip and a warm smile on her lips demanding he "bring his 'Pretty Boy' to dinner."

Billy wanted to be upset that she'd found out, but he was far too humiliated that it was his own fault she'd figured it out. Apparently calling Steve 'Pretty Boy' like it was going out of style, was a dead giveaway for the woman.

Much to Billy and Max's (dis)pleasure, Susan and Steve got along easily.

On Billy's eighteenth birthday, Max had barged into his bedroom, shrieking in horror when she was met with an eyeful of her brother and Steve in a slight state of undress, Billy had thrown a pillow in her direction, his voice rough with embarrassment as he shouted,

"Mom, tell Maxine to fucking knock!"

Both siblings froze at that, Max had a wide smile on her face, while Billy looked slightly mortified, his words echoing in his ears.

The look morphed into one of pain when Susan slipped into his room, her smile rivaling Max's with how big it was, "That's the first time you've ever called me mom…"

Billy swallowed thickly and nodded his head, though he refused to make eye contact with the woman, even when she was throwing her arms around his bare shoulders in an iron grip hug, "okay, okay, I get it! Can we maybe talk about this shit later, you know, when I'm not trying to get laid on my birthday?"

Billy wasn't actually going to have sex with Steve with both Max and Susan home, but their presence in the house definitely wasn't going to prevent Steve from watching Billy fall apart beneath him, especially not if the brunet had any say in the matter.

This had Susan reaching out to lightly slap his shoulder, a faux look of exasperation on her features,"maybe next time you or Pretty Boy over there will remember to lock the door, hm?"

With one last smile at Billy, accompanied by a wink, she then ushered Max out the room, Steve almost immediately leaping up to lock the door behind them; his face beet red when their eyes finally met.

"I'm fuckin' moving out." His tone was embarrassed, but there was no heat behind, no real threat to his words.

He wouldn't leave his sister and his mother for any reason short of them wanting him gone.

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Flora Man Chapter 7 (Little Shop of Horrors fanfic)

Audrey distractedly flipped through the stations of the shop's ancient but somehow still standing radio, attempting to direct her attention towards it rather than her past awkward conversation with her ...I guess we're friends now? Or were, anyway... Patrick Martin or the one that lay in her future with her fiance and the assailant of an admittedly annoying CEO. Although 'conversation' might be too generous of a word for what that was... 'storming off with an alarming amount of limping' might be more accurate... Lemme just... She managed to mostly bring her attention back to the radio with a concerted effort. "Just ask the lonely, they know the hurt and pain of losing a love you can never regain, just ask the lonely-Beloved radio host Wink Wilkensen is being held for questioning after a man was found de-'Cause there's a tiny fuckin' nerd that she knew in this land, and I placed a claim to him on her sweet hand-Hey if I don't find work tomorrow, it's gonna be (gonna be) heartaches 'n' sorrow-There's a place for us, somewhere a place for us"

...There wasn't for them… still, we could both use some nice calm music like this right now. Audrey reversed her orientation on one of the shop's chairs so that she was now facing Seymour, who was hanging his head slightly in guilt and stress. And then didn't say anything for several seconds. What am I even supposed to do here, this is... quite the unusual situation. I mean, a guy's never fought for me before, besides him. But this isn't like with Orin, Patrick hasn't done anything wrong, well, nothing wrong enough to make aggravated assault necessary anyway... She took a deep breath. "Seymour..." She quickly trailed off as he desperately wrapped a vine around her wrist multiple times, nearly pulling her off of the chair, before tapping out "I'm sorry Audrey, I'm just so sorry, it's just that he was making moves on you with his fancy company and real relationship with a parent and ability to provide for you and actually walk to a door, I could just hear this voice telling me you'd be walking out of it with him if I didn't put a stop to it and surely a guy who's been hounding you for weeks isn't deserving of you-"

His vine relaxed slightly, and his head settled into a more comfortable looking resting position. "That would be yours truly, the first part anyway. Someone's gotta speak the truth around here, that you'll take off with a guy who can actually fu-" He annoyedly trailed off as he was interrupted by the radio switching songs. "What will this day be like? I wonder. What will my future be? I wonder." Audrey scrambled to turn it off with her free hand without turning around and somehow managed to do so without slamming it off the table entirely after several attempts, and Seymour shook his head slightly and retightened his grip on her, completing the transfer of power from any residual anger she still held towards him for assaulting a friend of hers And definitely just the one, no others besides him to a pained, aching love for him.

She struggled to find words momentous enough to roughly approximate the depth of her feelings, only speaking after aiding the process by embracing him as well as she possibly could given their unusual circumstances. "Seymour, no, don't say anything like that ever again, I love you so much, I could never live without you by my side, you're my everything, my… home… I didn't just say that for the sake of Jane's article, you know, I really and truly meant it." Seymour, having long since leaned into her touch, tilted his head slightly. "I lo-" He suddenly dipped his head in an almost jerking fashion. "...Didn't you say you'd be exaggerating things for the interviews?" Audrey stroked his vine with her fingers reassuringly.

"Yes, but what I'm exaggerating is how similar my situation is to a grieving widow's, not her love for her husband. People're still going crazy over Tony and Maria's love story even though it's been a few years, myself included, and I figured the combination of something like that with Dr. Bennell's peculiar situation would be a winning one, if not a very strange one." Suddenly, Seymour jerked his head backwards offendedly. "Hey now, wait just a minute little lady, those lameass body snatchers ain't nothing in comparison to me. Besides, if anything that little twerp is the body snatcher, not me-" He jerked his head downwards and shook it violently. "I didn't ask for this! I never wanted this, you or… fate or karma or something did, I don't know…"

Audrey felt a wave of sympathy for him and stroked his vine reassuringly. "...Seymour, do you remember when something in the shop kept making a strange noise and we joked about how it must be a ghost?" He perked up slightly at this. "Yeah, what about it?" Audrey moved closer to him from her perch at the edge of his pot. "I think there really was a ghost, and it was Kafka's." Seymour laughed slightly as if attempting to suppress his new voice as much as possible, and Audrey smiled in response. He laughed again, but mockingly this time. "And what exactly did Samsa's family end up doing? Oh, that's right, they-" Seymour jerked his head upwards slightly before defeatedly lowering it to the ground.

Seymour, no… poor guy, his plant half's hounding him worse than I've ever seen… I wanna help him so bad, I just don't have any experience with truely alien natures to do it with… some a the guys at The Gutter came close though… and sometimes much more than close unfortunately… maybe like with them the right path forward is to appeal to it, learn their language so you can speak it back to them and get a certain universal language associated with green in return before the month's rent is due, although in this case I'm aiming for a different universal language that's green, at least to me, and I'm trying to give it to him… and help him learn how to foster it for himself as well… in addition to the plant's. Audrey looked around for a sharp object, frustrated for the first time at the fact that most of the ones in the shop had been removed by Seymour to prevent them from triggering certain unpleasant memories of hers, before deciding that nothing could possibly be more appropriate for the job that she had in mind than his teeth.

Sitting on the floor and pressed up against him, Audrey nicked her wrist against the edge of one of his teeth and held it there, letting her blood flow into the space between his teeth and lips. I should probably be concerned, considering that that didn't hurt much… Her trust in him remained unshaken as he parted his jaws and hesitated for a few seconds before turning his head towards her slightly, releasing her wrist. Audrey quickly wrapped a towel from the floor around her wrist as she felt a wave of affection towards him… as well as a hint of dizziness. "Now do you see how much I trust you? How much you mean to me?" Seymour leaned into her, holding the tip of his vine over her other wrist as if he was about to say something, and instead wrapped several vines around her in an embrace, which she quickly returned with her arm that wasn't currently bleeding.

Lyric credits:

Ask The Lonely (The Four Tops), (Just Like) Romeo and Juliet (The Reflections), Somewhere (West Side Story), I Have Confidence (The Sound of Music)

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