abusive indulgences

Yandere!Kara x Ichimatsu Comic

This is that “angsty” comic that I spent way too long on i dont know why, it’s not even that angsty anyway.. under the cut for yandere and abuse. It’s not crazy or anything, but still there.

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                            “What is it you wanted to ask me?”
                                “Never mind, I figured it out.”

                                     a girl meets world au in which shawngela is endgame 

On December 8th, 2001, Riley Matthews (Rowan Blanchard) was brought into the New World, and, with her, Shawn Hunter (Rider Strong), as the new travel writer and photographer for the “Hit The Road” website. Leaving New York City that same day, Shawn closed the door to the Old World for good, while visiting his two friends and their family every now and then. 

A couple months later, Angela Moore (Trina McGee), now a freelance journalist, arrives to the city with a military husband across the sea and a newborn baby in tow. Living only a couple blocks down from the Matthew house in Greenwich Village, Angela reunites with her old friends and Riley and Angela’s daughter, Aria (Yara Shahidi), grow up together. 

Riley, with her goofy and caring nature balances out Aria’s more quiet, yet strong-willed one. The two form a bond that can withstand anything that tries to tear them apart, even the death of Aria’s father when they were 11, leaving Aria distant and somewhat cold to those who love her. She let out the anger she felt from the loss of her father through writing, which she only shared with Riley, and her and her mom slowly moved on. 

Shawn moved back to the city when the girls were 13, having been located there for “Hit The Road”. He fits right back in with his old friends, becoming a great uncle to Riley and Auggie, and reforming his relationship with Angela. Though not together, the two remain good friends and Shawn develops a close relationship with Aria. He even becomes a mentor to her when the girls are in high school and Aria expresses interest in writing for the school’s literary magazine. 

Though throughout the years, the lines between who they are now and who they were in high school start to blur as Shawn and Angela grow closer. They give dating another try and, like the ocean against a beach, the two collide right back into each other in the only way they know how. A year later, Shawn proposes, and Aria, though still holding onto her father, accepts Shawn into their life with open arms. 

Meanwhile, Riley and Aria are still trying to figure out where they fit in this New World. And in the bay window are their friends, Farkle Minkus, Lucas Friar, Zay Babineaux, and Isadora Smackle, helping each other pave the way to their futures.

Les personnages de Les Misérables ·―·Cosette

Cosette is the main deuteragonist.·She is the illegitimate daughter of Fantine and·Félix Tholomyès. Her birth name is Euphrasie,·but she is referred to throughout her life as “Cosette.” As a small child, she is left with the Thénardiers and their children, who horribly abuse her while indulging their own young daughters, Éponine·and Azelma. Cosette is later adopted (and saved) by Jean Valjean. She grows into a beautiful teenager and marries Marius Pontmercy near the end of the story. She is also one of the few characters to have survived the entire course of the novel and musical.

Sequel to this. (tw: implied child abuse) 

Kylo and Hux sat on the stairs listening closely to the conversation that was happening in the kitchen. They were supposed to be in Kylo’s room so they wouldn’t be able to hear. 

“I’m going to kill that son of a bitch,” Leia said angrily as she paced the kitchen. 

“I’ll call up Chewie, we’ll hop in the Falcon and go right now,” Han huffed before taking a swig from his beer bottle. “Just like old times." 

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cool hecking post:

if youre a survivor and you use unsavory/abusive/nasty ships to cope: ok

that doesn’t mean that every single survivor is using that to cope, that doesnt mean that every survivor is ok with seeing your ships that condone the same things they were abused with.

by indulging in this you are also promoting material made by nonsurvivors who are advocating abuse.

if you are a survivor and you are defending nonsurvivor’s right to ship abusive/harmful/etc ships, your word is not god? just because you don’t care if people enjoy content with the same context as your abuse doesn’t mean every survivor is going to automatically be okay with it.

IF you are a survivor, please be conscious of this. you may use what you enjoy to cope but be conscious of those survivors around you who do not.

if you’re a nonsurvivor, wyd

Words Fall Through Me

Fandom: Fairy Tail
Rating: G
Category: F/M
Pairing: Gajeel Redfox/Levy Mcgarden


In which off-screen, everyone knows Levy and Gajeel are dating except for, well, Levy and Gajeel. Or maybe Levy’s already in the know and she’s just biding her time.

Aka. The one where writer-chan, realizing her recent neglect of her hetero-ships, pays homage in the only way she knows how besides staring mournfully at raw scans of recent chapters- crying into her bowl of cereal.


Not much changed when Levy and Gajeel started dating.

Except, that wasn’t entirely the truth.

For one thing, they saw each other more, and for that matter not just at the guild. There were even times when Gajeel would let Levy drag him along to browse through one bookshop after another, though never without a small string of halfhearted complaints on his end.

(Because “Seriously, Shrimp. You already have well over two dozen books on Latin history.” “Yes, but I don’t have this one.”)

And so they’d go on until Levy had more bags than Gajeel had piercings, much less arms to carry them all. When that happened, Levy would take Gajeel back to the dorms for a meal well deserved. (Levy manned the grill, and Gajeel made a mean apple tart.)

Tonight happened to be one of those nights.

By this point Gajeel must have read over the same sentence half a dozen times (Levy had insisted he at least try to read some of the paper work they were supposed to fill out, but his eyes just couldn’t seem to focus on the words), and judging by the squirt’s dazed expression she wasn’t faring any better. Which was why he all but launched off of the couch when she jolted to her feet.

Gajeel looked up when Levy didn’t move. She stood there, head inclined to one side, considering him with her papers still clutched firmly in her grasp.

“Shrimp?” He asked after a beat, trying to figure out if he’d done something or if she was just existing in a space of her own.

“Do you know what Roman physicians recommended to treat fertility?”

He didn’t.

“I have no idea, no,” he says carefully, gently.

She hums, rocking back on the balls of her feet. He’s starting to think she’s going to fall when she catches herself. “Gladiator’s blood,” she said, voice dreamy though her eyes were clearly focused on him.

“Interesting?” He said, more a question then a declaration, her intentions lost on him. Her frown visibly deepened and she looked from the book to Gajeel quizzically. “Then, did you know that purple clothing was a symbol of wealth? It was a color associated with social status, and only emperors and senators could wear it. If anyone else did, it was considered treason.”

He stared at her for a good deal longer, before exhaling loudly in defeat. Clearly her sleepless nights had finally caught up to her, and it’s not as if they could’ve gotten anything done to begin with, least of all when she was this out of it. Even after all of these months and months spent in each other’s company, there was still the feeling that the vast complexities that made up the Mage would swallow him whole before he learned so much as half of her secrets. He shifted his weight over, patting the empty space on the couch, motioning for her to sit beside him. The frown on her face remained, head tilted to one side, even as she moved forward, leaving the book open on the tabletop.

However she did not make herself comfortable at his side like he’d expected, instead choosing to drop straight into his lap with a huff. As it was she had her face buried in the crook of his neck, and he went rigid in spite of himself as her breath warmed his skin, suddenly feeling hot all over. Still, he couldn’t deny this was far better than what he had been expecting. With an abundance of nervous tension, he gradually, cautiously wrapped her up in his arms, resting his chin on her shoulder. The documents were to be left on the arm of the couch, (he refused to call it a love-seat) temporarily abandoned.

He held her for what must have been several minutes, before she started to draw away from him, much to his dismay. “We really should get back to what we were doing,” she said, then snorting indelicately when he drew her back into his embrace, nuzzling into her hair. “What was it that we were doing anyway?” He hid a grin into the crook of her neck when she started to laugh.

“Nothing important, I’m sure.” She mused, reaching up to cradle his head in her arms, only to find that even from this angle she still had to stretch up to so much as rest her hands on his shoulders. “All the more reason for it to wait, then.” She murmured her agreement into his chest, and he took the opportunity to pull her flush against him, enjoying the sensation of her in his arms.

Yes, it could definitely wait.

~ Brownie (^∇^)