I think some people fail to realize that men can be sexually assaulted, too, and not just by other men. This girl shoves him against the wall and slaps him three fucking times when he pushes her away. Heck, he has to push her away twice before she backs off for a moment. Then she goes right back to kissing him.
If the genders were reversed, everyone on this site would be flipping a shit. And if anyone dares to tell me that it’s different when a girl does it to a guy, I will personally write you a three-page essay on why it is still not okay.
If you see this post then you need to STOP SCROLLING because you can look at the cute cat pictures later. REBLOG and spread the word because this is VERY IMPORTANT. Everyone should be aware that forcing someone and making them do things without their consent is wrong regardless of their gender.
Rape is rape. It is not acceptable no-matter the gender of the victim. Stop blaming the victim instead of supporting. If you can’t at least sympathize with the victim, then don’t open your damn mouth.
GENDER DOESN’T MATTER. RAPE IS RAPE. ABUSE IS ABUSE.
Please, reblog! IIt’s called self defense. Apart from having here, in the US, one of the highest cases of homicide and rape in the world and high rate of GBV, think about how this could help your mother or sister
I have done the last one in training and let me tell you, as long as you do it quickly, (take your opponent by surprise) it works! I’m 5 ft 1 and quite slightly built (read, small as FUCK) I have been able to take down big, bulky men over 6 ft with this.
Lucifer had never felt something nearly as crushing.
The clock on the wall ticked and ticked and ticked, and with each beat a second slipped away. Seconds made way for minutes, and minutes became hours. Three hours, to be most precise.
It had been three hours since Lucifer had invited you into his study with the convenient excuse of work-related problems. He'd handed you files after files, and watched the stack of paper grow thinner and thinner, much like his patience. There were only so many documents he could give before his time was up.
In his frustration, he slammed his pen onto the desk. You spared him a glance before returning to your– his work. "Is something wrong?"
"No." Yes . Everything was wrong. For starters, the space between you was ridiculous. Why were you sitting so far away when there was a cearly vacant seat right before him?
"Sure, whatever you say." You said with a hint of teasing and let silence fall over the room again. The piano tunes coming from the far corner of the room did nothing to ease his mind.
You had been caught up in his brothers' trifling matters the entire day. Every time he ran into you, one of them was guaranteed to be hanging out by your side. It wasn't something he could prevent, seeing as they'd grown to be dependent on you, but he still couldn't help letting his gaze linger. It was often accompanied by a feeling akin to envy– an emotion that he was almost ashamed to have.
He just wished it wasn't so hard to spend time with you. He wished he didn't need to concoct pretexts just to see you. He would give everything and anything just to be able to wrap his arms around you, to have you whisper sweet nothings to him, but he wasn't entitled to any of those. He had no right. The moment he came up to you, honesty failed him, and another lie had already escaped him.
It was pathetic beyond belief. Even in this moment, when you were alone with him, head propped up on your fist, the better part of your body hidden under his coat, a war was still raging inside him. It was the same war he'd been fighting for months, the same war that left his heart aching.
And the most ludicrous part? It could've ended so easily. It would only take six words. I am in love with you . Or five, you have captured my heart . Hell, he could condense them into three syllables: I adore you .
The only thing standing in his path was his pride.
"No mistakes in this one, as expected." You shrugged his coat off and walked towards him. Your hands didn't even graze when he took the paper from you.
"Is there anything else?" Your eyes darted to the wall to check the time. His heart jumped in panic.
"I may have one more," he flipped through the miscellaneous documents on his desk and pulled out a random piece. "Last one, I promise."
You examined the page, and hummed. "It seems that a promise is unnecessary. I've already proofread this," you raised your brow at him. "Are you sure you're alright? You seem a bit restless tonight."
"It's nothing." He heaved a sigh, but it didn't lessen the weight on his chest. No matter how hard he tried, he couldn't think of a sensible reason for you to stay. Not when it was already past your usual bedtime. "Thank you for your help."
As if he wasn't already tormented enough, you smiled at him and turned. "Of course. I'll be taking my leave then?"
"Wait!" He called out before his brain could register it. Maybe you would desire some demonus before sleep. Maybe he could show you more of his favorite records. Anything to keep you by his side longer, to keep his feelings at bay. A goodnight kiss, perhaps? That would surely do the trick. Among all the late night hours he got to spend with you, there wasn't one where he didn't wish for it.
You waited. He teased the words on his tongue. It would be a short, simple question. He would handle it with grace.
It was unutterable.
"...Rest well," was what he settled on.
He must've imagined the disappointment flitting through your face before you left. If anything, he should be disappointed with himself. Perhaps it would've been better if he'd never figured out that he loved you. He'd only trapped himself in this personal hell, stuck with all these stupid feelings, unable to do anything about them, doomed--
You couldn't make it far before you heard a loud thud from Lucifer's room. Sticking your head back inside, you didn't see anything out of ordinary. Lucifer waved you off absent-mindedly.
Perhaps it was the fireplace, but you swore his forehead looked a bit red right then.
Coyotes are frequently killed out of a cruel and misguided attempt to protect pet cats. This is unfair not only to the mother and father coyotes, but also to their pups who get left behind. How can any cat owner say they care about animals if they would sentence puppies to such a horrible, scary death?
While cats aren’t a natural part of a coyote’s diet, any mother or father will accept the meals they can find. We can’t expect to put easy meals in a coyote’s home without the coyote accepting the offer. Coyotes are driven by the instinct to feed themselves and their families and don’t have any way to know that your cat is off-limits.
It is a pet owner’s job to properly contain their pets. Free-roaming outdoor cats are at a high risk of suffering premature deaths from factors like cars, dogs, disease, and fights with other cats. Even if you take it upon yourself to kill every coyote you see, other coyotes will simply claim the empty territory, putting you in a never-ending and futile cycle of violence against wildlife.
Please don’t harm predators for doing what comes naturally to them. It hurts the adults you kill and the babies they leave behind, and it does no good in protecting your pets. If you want your cats to be safe, keep them indoors or in a predator-proof outdoor enclosure.
i love being op of this post bc most of the time its either "i want to scream" "i want to cry" or "i want one" (with the person then being perplexed by what "one" is referring to) but then you get shit like this
