Physical aggression by a man toward his partner is abuse, even if it happens only once. If he raises a fist; punches a hole in the wall; throws things at you; blocks your way; restrains you; grabs, pushes, or pokes you; or threatens to hurt you, that’s physical abuse. He is creating fear and using your need for physical freedom and safety as a way to control you.
because I was intrigued about doing some proper free shaping. Well. Except for the part where I had to intervene a little bit.
I’m honestly impressed with how many different behaviours she offered. look into box. step in. step in with other paw. paw at flap. nose poke. nose push on flap. nibble. lick. drag. bite. chew corner clean off *sigh*..
At first I thought I could get her to maybe pick it up and carry it, but since she seems to want to eat it, I decided to move to marking paw-based things.
My brain also short circuited and I hit the button on my phone instead of the button on my clicker, resulting in the recording stopping instead of me marking her, silly me.
You decided to surprise Jongin at the agency with dinner. He
had been rehearsing all week, always being the last to leave and you knew he
probably hadn’t eaten since lunchtime. As the hours ticked closer to midnight,
you worried that he had forgotten to eat again. You headed to his favourite
place, buying him some chicken and noodles before heading to his rehearsal
Finding the room, you peeked through the glass window and
saw him dancing in the middle of the room next to Sehun and Chanyeol. You
sighed to yourself and laughed lightly – it was a good thing you brought extra
food. For a while, you just stood and watched, mesmerised by Jongin’s
movements. He became someone completely different when he danced. He became
someone who exuded confidence when in fact you knew he could be quite shy a lot
of the time.
You could have watched him forever but the food was growing
Waiting for the music to finish, you knocked on the door
softly and pushed it open, poking your head inside. Jongin whipped his head
round and smiled brightly at you as you stepped inside, running over to lift
you off your feet and spin you around. His arms squeezed your ribs and made you
wince in pain.
“Ow,” you said through gritted teeth, sucking a breath in.
“It’s nice to see you too,” you tried to say normally, patting him on the head.
“Jongin, put her down. She brought food,” Sehun stated with
a smile as he leaned casually against Chanyeol who was laughing at the pair of
He lowered you to your feet but kept his arms wrapped around
you. “I thought you’d be hungry,” you told him, holding up the bag of food. “It’s
“And mine too!” Sehun added, taking the bag from you and opening
it up. “Oh it smells so good!”
“Save some for me,” Jongin told them sternly, already pulling
you back towards the door.
You were confused as to why you were being pulled away. Were
you not supposed to visit him? You’d done it before. His face was blocked from
your view as he stormed out of the rehearsal space but you could tell he was
tense about something. His shoulders were all knotted up.
When you were in the quiet corridor, he stopped you and
turned around to face you, his beautiful features pulled into a frown. “Are you
in pain baby? What’s the matter?”
“Nothing’s the matter,” you told him, stepping closer to run
your fingers down his cheek.
His frown didn’t ease up. “You’re not a very good liar.”
“Don’t worry Jongin, the pain is only temporary,” you tried
to reassure him. It was supposed to be a surprise. Your four year anniversary
was next week and you had wanted to surprise him. However it was rare that you managed
to surprise Jongin. He was so perceptive when it came to you.
He cupped your face gently and pleaded to you with his eyes.
“What pain? Where are you hurting? Shall I take you to the hospital? We’re going
to the hospital right now!”
“Calm down baby!” you soothed softly, trying not to get him
worked up. “It was supposed to be a surprise for you but if it’ll stop you from
marching me to the hospital, I guess you can see it now.”
“What are you talking about?”
You took your coat off, folding it up and dropping it on the
floor, before rolling up your top to where your bra was. Across your ribs, on
the right hand side under the lace of your bra were the words ‘my answer is you’ written in thick
black writing. The tattoo was only a couple of days old but it was healing
well, the wounds closing over.
“Do you remember when there was a thunderstorm here and I
couldn’t sleep?” you asked softly, watching his face as he marvelled at the tattoo.
His mouth was slightly open in shock or awe – you weren’t
sure which. His fingers were poised like he was going to touch the tattoo but
he didn’t. “I was in Japan at the time and you and the dogs were really scared,”
he replied, finally looking up at your face. “But I sent you a recording of me
singing ‘My Answer’.”
“It’s the most beautiful song I’ve ever heard and your recording made it
so much more special because I’m the only one who has heard you sing it. Every
time I can’t sleep or I miss you too much, I listen to that recording and it’s
like I have you with me.” You smiled at him and looked down at your tattoo,
stroking it softly with your fingertips. It had hurt at the time but thinking
about Jongin made the pain fade away.
He gulped hard and ran a finger across the tattoo, his touch
barely grazing your skin. “You did this for me?” he asked in a soft and small
“I did it to symbolise the four years we’ve spent together.
Whether we get married and have three kids and a billion dogs or whether it all
gets too much and we don’t make it to the end of the year – I never want to forget
you and all the love you have shown me,” you told him, letting your top fall
over your stomach once again. You cupped his face and kissed his lips softly, savouring
He smiled against your lips and pulled back. “I’ll never
stop loving you baby. We’ll get married and have little versions of us running
around and causing chaos. We’ll adopt all the lonely puppies of the world and slowly grow old
You sighed into his arms and let him hug you gently. Jongin
wasn’t always very good with his words but he was when it mattered. You couldn’t
help but swoon at his words and fall that little bit more in love with him.
He kissed the top of your head and ran his hand through your
hair. “My answer will always be you,” he murmured quietly, making you smile
into his chest and hug him tighter.
I dont get how people can see meat as morally fine as ok and a personal choice.
Animals dont skip into slaughterhouses
They are dragged in, prodded poked and pushed. They are shackled by their feet or fully restrained so they cant run away from the blade that comes to slit their throat or bolt gun that comes to end them
What the heck is fine and ok about that, where is the animals say in this?
Sherlock is standing with his hands tightly clasped behind his back, body rigid, pinching his lips together so hard they are going white.
His entire focus is on one thing.
John’s hand is on his lower back.
John is touching him.
Not pushing or poking.
Just resting, palm laying flat, anchoring Sherlock in a way he never knew he needed.
And Sherlock can’t think.
He can’t hear anything Lestrade is saying.
He can’t process the dead body in front of him.
All he can comprehend is John’s hand on his back, subtle but loving, the slight pressure saying so much with John saying so little, after years and years of waiting for this, here they stand at a crime scene. Together. Standing closer than socially acceptable for two flatmates. Touching.
And it’s terrifying.
And when Sherlock looks over, his Army Doctor offers him a small smile and a nod, murmuring, “Alright?”
And Sherlock finds himself responding with a simple tilt of his head in agreement. “Alright.”
YOU WOULD COME BACK. *HEADBANGS* WISH I NEVER HUNG UP THE PHONE LIKE I DID. I WISH YOU KNOW THAT *GRABS CHEST* I NEVER FORGET YOU AS LONG AS I LIVE AND I WISH YOU WERE RIGHT HERE *POINTS TO THE GROUND* RIGHT NOW ITS ALL GOOD I WISH YOU WOULD. I I I I I I I WISH I WISH I I I I I I I I WISH I WISH I I I I I I I WISH I WISH I YOU ALWAYS KNEW HOW TO PUSH MY BUTTONS *POKES FRIEND* YOU GIVE ME EVERYTHING AND NOTHING THIS MAD LOVE MAKES YOU COME RUNNING *SPINS* TO STAND BACK WHERE YOU STOOD *SLOWLY LOWERS MYSELF TO THE GROUND* I WISH YOU WOULD I WISH YOU WOULD I WISH YOU WOULD I WISH YOU WOULD * LAYS DOWN ON MY STOMACH* I I I I I I I WISH I WISH I I I I I I WISH I WISH I WISH YOU WOULD... *SOBS*
Isabelle is such an amazing sister! She knows that Alec needs to open up, at least a little bit, that he needs to let go of at least some of his pent-up feelings and frustrations, or he will get hurt badly, or it will end in tears.
So, what does she do? She pushes and prods and pokes until he can’t help but explode. Because she knows she’s a safe target, that he can tell her anything, yell anything at her and she’ll keep his secrets. And the smile she gets out of him in the end, even a tiny one, is the best reward.
once when i was a kid i was reading the label on a full bottle of hair mousse and it said “do not puncture” and of course, im an asshole, so i wanted to know why,
and instead of asking I got a push pin and poked a hole in the bottle and hair mousse started shooting out of it and I got so scared that id get in trouble that I buried it in the trash can while it was still shooting mousse everywhere and never told anyone about it
It was the middle of the night, and Yamcha had just wanted to visit her. He wanted to be cool at first, just tossing a couple pebbles at her window. Nothing. Not even when he tossed a rather large rock(and thank God the Capsule Corp windows were durable). After trying for a good few minutes with that, he gave up and simply made his way up to her window by ways of climbing, peeking inside.
That dumb girl. She was half off the bed, sheets thrown about. Was she really that ridiculously heavy of a sleeper? He sighed and tried knocking, and of course, nothing happened. Not the slightest movement. He waited a moment, before just opening the window and climbing in.
“Bulma. Hey. Bulma.” He tried to keep his voice low as he walked closer to the bed, but with all that snoring, she didn’t stir in the least. Goddamn it.
So much for a surprise.
He leaned over the bed, poking pushing her and grabbing her cheeks, trying to wake her up.