Be the good guys

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[youleftme-clarke]

I don’t hear Trevor’s footsteps until he’s right behind me, his mouth hovering over my ear. I jump in surprise, a quiet squeak escaping my lips. Trevor’s hands grip my waist to steady me. “You look gorgeous today,” he whispers, his voice low and gravely. Heat rises to my cheeks, but I won’t give him the satisfaction of seeing me blush. I pull away from him and walk into the back storage area in search of a bag of coffee beans, listening to hear his footsteps behind me. He follows me to the back corner of the stockroom, and I turn to face him. “You need to stop doing that,” I hiss. “Doing what?” he asks innocently as he prowls into my space. “Sneaking up on you?” He takes another step forward, and I have to press my back against the metal shelves to keep my chest from brushing against his. “Or telling you that I think you’re beautiful?”  He leans into me, bracing one hand against a shelf above my head, trapping me in and forcing me to tilt my head back to look at him. My heart is racing, and I can hear my blood pulsing in my ears. I hate the way his words affect me. I hate how much I love hearing them even more. He looks down at me expectantly, one brow cocked, as he takes a strand of my hair between his fingers. I bite my lip and see his eyes flash down to my mouth, his gaze darkening.  Panicking, I huff an irritated breath and duck underneath his arm to grab the bag of espresso beans I’d been looking for.  “Saying things you don’t mean,” I say over my shoulder as I walk back out into the empty coffee shop. Again, he follows me.  “I mean every word I say,” he says with easy confidence, and I fight to ignore the way my heart rate increases. “Trevor, please,” I say quietly, my back to him as I fill the espresso machine with coffee beans. “I’m serious,” he says lowly, coming up behind me again. “If you don’t believe me, I’ll just keep telling you until you do.” His mouth brushes my hair with every word.  I put down the bag of espresso beans and grip the counter, keeping my back to him. Trevor slowly runs the backs of his fingers down my arms, and a violent shiver runs through my body at the touch. I arch back against him, my body betraying me, and my shoulders press into his broad chest.  One of his arms wraps around my waist. Trevor’s palm rests heavy against my lower belly, his pinky finger sliding underneath the hem of my shirt to graze my hip, and I gasp, tilting my head back and exposing my neck to him. He leans down, his nose skimming the column of my throat, and I feel his deep hum of satisfaction rumble through his chest.  “You look gorgeous today,” he repeats, his lips brushing against the skin of my neck, his beard scraping against me with every word. “Stop pretending that there’s nothing happening here,” he murmurs against my shoulder right where it meets the arch of my neck.

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Rating: Explicit Category: F/M Tags/Tropes: Friends to lovers, childhood friends, he falls first, mutual pining, protective MMC, forced proximity, hidden identity, second chance at love, modern setting, underground boxing AU Words: 34,715 [target 75,000] Chapters: 12/42

[youleftme-clarke]

Looking for beta readers for an original novel

[Title TBD] Rating: Explicit Category: F/M Tags/Tropes: Friends to lovers, childhood friends, he falls first, mutual pining, protective MMC, forced proximity, hidden identity, second chance at love, modern setting, underground boxing AU Words: 33,215 [target 75,000] Chapters: 12/42 Summary: Mackenzie "Mac" Keller toils under the thumb of a merciless criminal syndicate, working to pay off a debt that was never hers to begin with. Trapped in a world of illicit bets and clandestine fights, she hides her haunted past behind a facade of indifference with only one goal: survival. But when Trevor, Mac's high school best friend and the man who walked out of her life ten years ago, resurfaces unexpectedly, Mac's carefully constructed defences begin to crumble. Trevor, harbouring secrets of his own, threatens to unravel the fragile balance Mac has fought so hard to maintain. As they confront their shared history, the shadows that linger between them, and the dangers of their present reality, Mac must either confront her deepest fears and desires or watch the one man she never dared to love slip away again. Trigger Warnings: Smut, language, gambling/betting, physical violence and use of weapons, drug and alcohol use/addiction, mentions of human trafficking/kidnapping (non-MC), forced sex work/prostitution, SA (main character, no graphic descriptions; it is known/understood that this happens but is not described), may develop to include minor character death

Tagging some former fic-writer friends and mutuals in case you're still around to see this and reblog ❤️

@asroarke @arysafics @kombellarke @sly2o @bettsfic @chase-the-windandtouch-the-sky @clarkgriffon @star-kovs @raven-reyes-of-sunshine @aspeckof-stardust @anilengka @octannibal-blake @the-most-beautiful-broom @emilywritesfics @platonic-bellarke @as-inevitable-as-morning

[youleftme-clarke]

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[youleftme-clarke]

@anilengka @octannibal-blake @the-most-beautiful-broom @emilywritesfics @platonic-bellarke

[youleftme-clarke]

@as-inevitable-as-morning @pendragaryen @carrieeve

[youleftme-clarke]

Looking for beta readers for an original novel

[Title TBD] Rating: Explicit Category: F/M Tags/Tropes: Friends to lovers, childhood friends, he falls first, mutual pining, protective MMC, forced proximity, hidden identity, second chance at love, modern setting, underground boxing AU Words: 33,215 [target 75,000] Chapters: 12/42 Summary: Mackenzie "Mac" Keller toils under the thumb of a merciless criminal syndicate, working to pay off a debt that was never hers to begin with. Trapped in a world of illicit bets and clandestine fights, she hides her haunted past behind a facade of indifference with only one goal: survival. But when Trevor, Mac's high school best friend and the man who walked out of her life ten years ago, resurfaces unexpectedly, Mac's carefully constructed defences begin to crumble. Trevor, harbouring secrets of his own, threatens to unravel the fragile balance Mac has fought so hard to maintain. As they confront their shared history, the shadows that linger between them, and the dangers of their present reality, Mac must either confront her deepest fears and desires or watch the one man she never dared to love slip away again. Trigger Warnings: Smut, language, gambling/betting, physical violence and use of weapons, drug and alcohol use/addiction, mentions of human trafficking/kidnapping (non-MC), forced sex work/prostitution, SA (main character, no graphic descriptions; it is known/understood that this happens but is not described), may develop to include minor character death

Tagging some former fic-writer friends and mutuals in case you're still around to see this and reblog ❤️

@asroarke @arysafics @kombellarke @sly2o @bettsfic @chase-the-windandtouch-the-sky @clarkgriffon @star-kovs @raven-reyes-of-sunshine @aspeckof-stardust @anilengka @octannibal-blake @the-most-beautiful-broom @emilywritesfics @platonic-bellarke @as-inevitable-as-morning

[youleftme-clarke]

@chase-the-windandtouch-the-sky @clarkgriffon @star-kovs @raven-reyes-of-sunshine @aspeckof-stardust

[youleftme-clarke]

@anilengka @octannibal-blake @the-most-beautiful-broom @emilywritesfics @platonic-bellarke

[youleftme-clarke]

Looking for beta readers for an original novel

[Title TBD] Rating: Explicit Category: F/M Tags/Tropes: Friends to lovers, childhood friends, he falls first, mutual pining, protective MMC, forced proximity, hidden identity, second chance at love, modern setting, underground boxing AU Words: 33,215 [target 75,000] Chapters: 12/42 Summary: Mackenzie "Mac" Keller toils under the thumb of a merciless criminal syndicate, working to pay off a debt that was never hers to begin with. Trapped in a world of illicit bets and clandestine fights, she hides her haunted past behind a facade of indifference with only one goal: survival. But when Trevor, Mac's high school best friend and the man who walked out of her life ten years ago, resurfaces unexpectedly, Mac's carefully constructed defences begin to crumble. Trevor, harbouring secrets of his own, threatens to unravel the fragile balance Mac has fought so hard to maintain. As they confront their shared history, the shadows that linger between them, and the dangers of their present reality, Mac must either confront her deepest fears and desires or watch the one man she never dared to love slip away again. Trigger Warnings: Smut, language, gambling/betting, physical violence and use of weapons, drug and alcohol use/addiction, mentions of human trafficking/kidnapping (non-MC), forced sex work/prostitution, SA (main character, no graphic descriptions; it is known/understood that this happens but is not described), may develop to include minor character death

Tagging some former fic-writer friends and mutuals in case you're still around to see this and reblog ❤️

@asroarke @arysafics @kombellarke @sly2o @bettsfic @chase-the-windandtouch-the-sky @clarkgriffon @star-kovs @raven-reyes-of-sunshine @aspeckof-stardust @anilengka @octannibal-blake @the-most-beautiful-broom @emilywritesfics @platonic-bellarke @as-inevitable-as-morning

[youleftme-clarke]

@chase-the-windandtouch-the-sky @clarkgriffon @star-kovs @raven-reyes-of-sunshine @aspeckof-stardust

[youleftme-clarke]

Looking for beta readers for an original novel

[Title TBD] Rating: Explicit Category: F/M Tags/Tropes: Friends to lovers, childhood friends, he falls first, mutual pining, protective MMC, forced proximity, hidden identity, second chance at love, modern setting, underground boxing AU Words: 33,215 [target 75,000] Chapters: 12/42 Summary: Mackenzie "Mac" Keller toils under the thumb of a merciless criminal syndicate, working to pay off a debt that was never hers to begin with. Trapped in a world of illicit bets and clandestine fights, she hides her haunted past behind a facade of indifference with only one goal: survival. But when Trevor, Mac's high school best friend and the man who walked out of her life ten years ago, resurfaces unexpectedly, Mac's carefully constructed defences begin to crumble. Trevor, harbouring secrets of his own, threatens to unravel the fragile balance Mac has fought so hard to maintain. As they confront their shared history, the shadows that linger between them, and the dangers of their present reality, Mac must either confront her deepest fears and desires or watch the one man she never dared to love slip away again. Trigger Warnings: Smut, language, gambling/betting, physical violence and use of weapons, drug and alcohol use/addiction, mentions of human trafficking/kidnapping (non-MC), forced sex work/prostitution, SA (main character, no graphic descriptions; it is known/understood that this happens but is not described), may develop to include minor character death

Tagging some former fic-writer friends and mutuals in case you're still around to see this and reblog ❤️

@asroarke @arysafics @kombellarke @sly2o @bettsfic

[youleftme-clarke]

So, uh, anyone still alive out there?

[1-800kanye]

u know whats wild. everyone on here like 20 and when i first joined everyone was like 14 15. u ask anybody n they been here for years. nobody new on here. staff locked the doors n were all Stuck Inside

[leander-ligo]

Some of you are so young… You weren’t here for Dashcon… Mishapocalypse… That fateful day when Pizza was deleted… There is much history you do not know children. Be grateful you’ll never have to live those horrors. Be grateful…

[dumbdumbbubblegumbitch]

“I like your shoelaces”

[salty-red-mage]

[coiour-my-world]

[coiour-my-world]

twilight time

[dankmemeuniversity]

[catchymemes]

[nosuchthingasfiction-blog]

GUISE

GUISE

IF YOU HIT “X+C” IT SHUTS OFF EVERY GIF ON YOUR DASH

EVERY SINGLE ONE TURNS TO A LITTLE GREY BOX WITH A LOCK

GUISE

TUMBLR HAS MADE ITSELF SAFE FOR EPILEPTICS

PASS IT ON

[im-captain-basch]

I BRING FORTH THIS KNOWLEDGE TO ANY FELLOW TUMBLRITES/SEIZURE-PRONE PEOPLE THAT MAY FOLLOW ME

KINDLY THANK THE OP FOR THIS KNOWLEDGE

I AM A HUMBLE MESSENGER

[patrickstaristerrible]

For any of my epileptic/seizure-prone followers!

[thelonelyrainbowguy]

Plus ASD/SPD people who can’t do flashy stuff!

[vicioushyperbolizer]

Motion sensitive migraineurs!

[adaswordlace]

https://twitter.com/CriminelleLaw/status/1037511306906099712

Reminds me of my mom getting remarried several years ago, for about a weekend - dude waited until after the wedding to tell her he expected her at waiting at home with dinner waiting when he finished work.

I dunno, like I get that this version of manhood is “normal” but goddamn is it the most brittle, contemptable fuckin thing

[unified-multiversal-theory]

This is NOT these women’s fault in any way - these men hide their misogyny until they think you’re hooked. They know what they are doing.

[kittiesatemypronouns]

These women are wise and brave. I admire them so much!

[geekandmisandry]

Not even touching the fact that he thinks teachers and nurses are lesser…he wants her to be less so that he can be more.

[imnottechsupport]

Am i the only one that thinks they could have come back from this? Like please tell me this was just the straw that broke the camels back and not a one off event. He must be an at least somewhat respectable person if she managed to stay with him up til that point. Him feeling lesser is a taught facet of his life pushed upon him by the patriarchy. It obviously damaged the way he viewed his gf, and his relationship, but that doesnt mean it cant be untaught. And of course its not this womans responsibility to be his teacher, but i hope she at least made him aware that this is what happened and why she left…

[geekandmisandry]

Literally how can you come back from someone wanting to have more power over you?

He’s not a little kid, he’s a grown ass man and if he hasn’t learned that 1. Teachers and nurses are smart as fuck and 2. That women aren’t and shouldn’t be lesser to him then when the hell is he going to learn from that?

Why does it need to be a final straw? Signs that someone is this fucked up are logs, not straws. And being a “respectable” person is easy when you’re lying about who you are and what you think.

[dragonsrequiem]

These guys waited until they thought their women couldn’t possibly exist without them and then tried to shut down the things that made them special. Being nurses. Public defenders. Teachers.

These men pointed out what they were so proud of… how hard they worked… and tried suggesting that they stop. Tried making them feel bad about it. This is a common pathway into emotional and psychological abuse.

It was designed to make them feel bad and give it up. The next step would have been “what else can I take away”. Those situations where the woman’s confidence is shattered and it takes her years to get free of the asshole… 9/10 started with comments like this.

Please understand that this wasn’t an off the cuff thing. This was something he’s been thinking for a while, but waited to say til he thought he could make her change to suit him.

[crossbowsandunicorns]

This is so important. These are not normal or innocuous comments these are red flags and classic behavior of abusers. People like this are insanely manipulative. They hook you in and pick you apart piece by piece. It starts with this, moves on to isolating you from your support system, and then flashforward a few years and you’re convinced that you’ll never be good enough and you need them to survive. You end up broken and completely subservient. These women did the right thing and are brave for speaking. Abusers aren’t usually the neighbors you hear screaming and shattering dishes like you see in the movies. They’re your “friendly next door neighbors” and they keep quiet. People are too scared to talk. Again, why her speaking up is so important.

[porcupine-girl]

THIS STUFF ALL OF THIS.

People wonder how anyone stays with an abuser - this is how. Because manipulative people don’t hit you or insult you on the first date. They wait until you’re invested in them and the relationship, and then they start small, with comments like this.

And they rely on the fact that so many people’s reaction will be “okay, that sucked, but we can come back from this.” They bank on their victim thinking that way. They might even apologize and claim they won’t do it again. But they always do, and they escalate slowly, so you’re a frog in a pot of hot water.

Don’t wait for the tenth red flag, because by then you’ll be starting to think that hey, that’s actually kind of a nice shade of red, so maybe it’s not so bad to have all these red flags around, maybe if I just decorated with them they’d be okay.

[foxy-voxy]

Also, women are not rehabilitation centers for poorly behaved men.

[thesnadger]

Wealth is wasted on the wealthy. I keep seeing people talk about how if they became a billionaire they’d be building eldritch spires in the woods or paying off entire GoFundMes or leaving $500 tips on $7 meals or commissioning hidden reading rooms in public libraries and like, what are actual billionaires doing? Buying another jet? You’re boring.

[badjokesbyjeff]

Trump is visiting a class in an elementary school where they are talking about words and meanings

The teacher asks Trump if he would like to lead the class in a discussion of the word “tragedy”.

So he asks the class for an example of a tragedy. One little boy stands up and offers, “if my best friend who lives on a farm is playing in a field and a runaway tractor comes along and knocks him dead, that’d be a tragedy.”

“Not quite”, says Mr. Trump, “that would be an accident.”

A little girl raises her hand: “if a school bus carrying 50 children drove over a cliff, killing everyone inside, that would be a tragedy.”

“I’m afraid not,” explained the president. “That’s what we would call a great loss.”

The room goes silent. Trump searches the room. “Isn’t there someone here who can give me an example of a tragedy? “

Finally at the back of the room, little Johnny raises his hand. In a quiet voice he says, “If Air Force One, carrying you was struck by a missile and blown to smithereens; that would be a tragedy.”

“Fantastic!” exclaimed Mr. Trump. “That’s right. And can you tell me why that would be a tragedy?”

“Well’, said little Johnny, “because it sure as hell wouldn’t be a great loss and probably wouldn’t be an accident either.”

[satans-personal-inkwell]

I didn’t even read the url and I fucking knew it was Jeff

[sea-anon]

I don’t know how many boys follow me, but I gotta bet there’s some. I just wanna tell y’all to be careful.

Abusive girls exist and what they’re doing is seen as like “badass tough don’t take no shit” but your girl should not hit you. Ever.

She should not demand for you to hand over your phone to look through.

She should not yell at you and humiliate you either alone or in front of people.

She shouldn’t make you distance yourself from your friends or family.

She shouldn’t scratch you or twist your arms.

She should not call you names.

She shouldn’t tell you ‘she’ll kill herself if you break up’

These are just a few examples of abuse and it’s just seen as okay when girls do it and god knows I’ve fallen victim to it a few times, but you shouldn’t have to.

Never worry about not being in a relationship. If they’re worth it, they won’t hurt you.

No one has the right to hurt you.

[nikola-like-tesla]

I wish someone had told me that these things are actually abuse. I would have been able to escape my ex so much sooner. Reblogging to help other people in similar situations

[stellaridegifs]

“I keep looking at my skin for discoloration, but I don’t even know what I’m looking for.”

“Hey… I’m not worried.”