anonymous asked:

Hey Ren, it's Jay. I just wanted to thank you for everything you're doing for me. My sister told me about you talking to her, and it had made this unfortunate thing bearable. ♡ you and all the mods at TTSG are all amazing. Thank you.

Ren says:

Hi, Jay. I’m still talking to your sister in the hopes that we can sort some stuff out and keep you safe through all of this - she’s been absolutely amazing, and I’m really proud of her for taking the initiative to figure out how to keep you safe and okay. I think you’re in great hands right now, and I know that things up ahead are going to be really hard, but I also know that with the support of your sister and the rest of your family who supports you, you will make it through.

Sending you tons and tons of love, and I’m so glad that your recovery is going smoothly and that you’re safe. <3

(For reference, everyone - Jay is the friend of ours who bound for too long and punctured a lung; I’ve been talking to their sister, who’s been one of the best, most considerate allies I’ve talked to in a long time! Keep them in your thoughts, they’re still recovering from #surgery and handling a sticky family situation and your telepathic support would be awesome!)

I would tell you to leave him, but I know you’re in too deep to do that.
So I thought I might give you some advice on how to deal with his “tendencies”.
Don’t give your opinion on anything, even if he asks for it. It will always be wrong.
Don’t suggest what he should do. He’ll ignore it and keep doing what he was doing, saying it’s still right.
His biggest weakness is being called immature.
He wants to be successful, but he can’t define it so it probably won’t come to him anytime soon.
He’ll make you stay up until 1am on school nights. You will fall asleep. So don’t forget to turn your skype off, or he will watch you.
He wants to meet his birth parents one day. I never knew how to feel about that, so maybe you will.
He forgets things a lot.
He passed his driver’s test the 4th time. He’s not particularly gifted in “common sense”.
Don’t tell him your music tastes. They’ll be wrong, no matter what they are. You’ll feel ashamed for listening to the things that keep you alive.
He’ll try to make you move to his hometown. Don’t do it.
He’ll pressure you to have sex and he’ll always talk about sex. If you don’t want to, then please, please do not.
He’ll talk and talk and never let you speak.
Ask him how his day was, and you’ll get a string of negative responses.
If you decide to skype with him, don’t expect to talk with him much. He’ll play minecraft for 3 hours then comment on how nice it is that you can both work on things and still be in the presence of each other, even when you were just waiting for a response the whole time.
He’ll want you to leave your friends and family. He’ll want you to forget them and live with him.
He’ll joke about you always making him sandwiches.
He’ll always joke.
He’ll never stop joking and you will get confused. It will become impossible to tell if he’s joking or not.
He’ll be mean to your friends.
Your friends won’t like him, but you’ll keep trying to look for the good in him.
He’ll tell you that he was raped when he was 16 then ask you to fuck.
He’ll say that he just “fooled around” with 2 other girls before you, and that it didn’t really mean anything, so he’s technically a virgin.
He’ll tell you about his future and assume that you’ll be his cheerleader on the sidelines, with no life of your own.
He’ll try to be dramatic to make you laugh, but it will scare you instead of amuse you.
He’ll assume you always know what is going on around him at all times.
He’ll tear you down, one word at a time, until your day depends on him texting you at 3:30 pm and him driving home and skyping you on his phone at the same time.
He’ll make you feel ashamed for things you didn’t even do.
He’ll wrap rubber bands around his shattered phone in hopes of getting it to charge,
He’s not responsible with his possessions.
You will become his possession.
He’ll make you laugh and then you’ll freeze up the next, going “that’s not right” but you’ll feel bad for leaving, so you won’t do it until it’s too late for you to recover.
He’ll make you feel like you are nothing, and he’ll make you feel like your only future is with him.
You will look into his bright blue eyes and see a damaged boy who turns your blue eyes darker and darker everyday until you can’t see your life without him. He won’t appreciate your accomplishments, and he won’t appreciate you.
But you’ve been with him for over a year now, so he must have figured out how to draw it out longer until they get up and leave.
I hope you’ll be the next.
—  A Letter To My Abusive Ex’s New Girlfriend

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"My name is Andrew Scott and I’m an actor and I’m from Dublin"


They’re here, now, in the bunker. Home.
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