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call-sign-shark · 1 year

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I’m listening to Ultraviolence by Lana Del Ray and I can’t shake the feeling of a fic with Arthur based off this song. I feel like it fits him so well! I can just imagine a toxic relationship between him and the reader where he hits her or harms her in some way (intentional or not) but she keeps going back to him

“He hit me and it felt like a kiss..”

Plssss lmao the way this works so well

No need to do anything with it, just wanted to share because I know you’re a slut for Arthur like I am

“Because I know you’re a slut for Arthur” SIS YOU’RE SO RIIIIIGHT. HE’S MY SOFT KITTEN. 😩

Ultraviolence || Dark!Arthur Shelby x Reader

TW: angst ++, abusive husband, toxic relationship, depiction of domestic violence, alcoholism, if you think this trope have a good ending you should not read it, no proof reading: this is raw, unedited and prolly super badly written??

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Each inch gained by the clock’s needle, your heart raced more as if it feared to be pierced by its the sharp steel. Nibbling on your fingers’ skin compulsively, you sat on the large luggage you prepared one hour ago because you knew that when Arthur came home after midnight, he was not the man you fell in love with anymore. His gruff voice, usually lavishing you with the sweetest pet names he could find, would call you deadly nightshade — because when you looked at him with fear and fury in your oh-so- beautiful but teary eyes, it felt like a caustic poison was running through his veins, burning him from within and dissolving his sanity.

The door opened, your soul wept.

“Oi Y/N, where the fook are ye?” The gravel in his tone, who used to make you shiver with desire, sent shivers of fright down your spine. You took a deep breath, struggling to keep composure: this night would be the last you suffered from his violent love. After months of hesitating, coming back to him almost crawling, you decided that this nightmare had to stop. Somehow, you knew you had to flee from his claws before you ended up dead and cold — either by suicide or by his hands.

He stumbled in the living room, an empty bottom of whisky hanging from his hand. His steel blue eyes, half closed due to the amount of alcool he drank and cocaine he snorted, were looking for you, “Bloody hell Y/N, a good wife always welcome her husband when he comes back home. So be a good fookin’ woman and come greet your ol’ Arthur with the warmth he fucking deserve.” He grunted, before his frightening gaze fell on you.

He looked at you, and you could hear the sirens howling in the back of your head.

“What the hell?” He whispered at the sight of your packed stuff, slowly understanding your intentions, “Are you fucking serious?”

“I can’t do this anymore Arthur,” words left your mouth, falling from your quivering lips, “This is going to kill me… I’m sorry.”

“You wanna leave me?” He asked, bewildered. The sound of the bottle shattering on the wooden floor echoed in the living room, answering to the screams of his own heart breaking. You hated yourself at the idea of hurting him but you could not do it anymore, loving him was really hard. At first your thought it would be enough to save him, to heal his soul and mind, but love was not enough— your love was never enough.

“I’m sorry.” You got up and grabbed your luggage, before making your way to the door. Yet, Arthur firmly grabbed your wrist as you passed by, his grip so sharp it bruised your skin almost instantly.

“You’re not going anywhere, love.”

“Let me go. Please Arthur, if you love me you have to let me go.”

“I said you’re not. Going. Any-fookin-where.” He retorted, his hoarse voice growling with more hatred as anger boiled within him.

“Let me go you fucking bastard!” You bursted out, panic overwhelming your aching soul as you felt his nails digging into your skin.

The horrific sound of the blow that followed made the skies shook with sorrow. Pain stung your cheek, its burning sensation spreading on all the left side of your face. You let out a woeful whimper, tears flowing from your eyes almost instantly. He hit you, and it felt like a kiss, because it was his way of loving you when he was drunk.

“YOU AIN’T LEAVING ME, YOU POISON. I’M ARTHUR FUCKING SHELBY RIGHT?” He barked.

His hand grabbed you a second time — but it was not to make you dance anymore, like he used to do when you were kids.

Pain rain down on you,

With his ultraviolence

Ultraviolence.

“I’m … Im so sorry…” Arthur kept saying over and over again, his hands on both side of his head as he pulled his own hair, devastated with the view of crimson stains on your face.

Panicking, he then grabbed your chin and almost suffocated you with his lips, assaulting your bleeding mouth with desperate kisses, “I’m so sorry Y/N, it won’t happen again. I just don’t know what crossed my mind, it wasn’t me… it was the fucking whisky! The bloody snow! I won’t do it again, I swear doll I will never hurt you anymore… I— I love you… God I love you so much I’ll die without you.”

His blue eyes overflowed with tears of gold, like lemonade.

“Arthur… I —“ Words choked in your throat as you saw him cry. The monster had left, leaving him sobbing like a beaten child. He raised your gaze toward yours when you called him, and you knew he was your gentle Arthur again.

But you could not forgive him again and again.

Could you?

He would be the death of you.

“Please, I’ll do anything for you. Please, Y/N.”

The cacophony of your mind almost made you wince, for your thoughts crashed against your skull in a messy bacchanalia. Run away, you had to run away… so why did your body remained petrified? Why did you gently stroke his hair, looking at him, desperately in love?

It was stronger than you, stronger than reason, you hated to see him cry. You despised the way he was hating himself, genuinely guilty.

But you had to go.

To go.

But you stayed.

Don’t beg, stop telling me you love me. Please.

Please I can’t. It’s never enough.

Give me all of that ultraviolence.

“I love you too, Arthur. I love you forever.” Your voice was merely a whisper as warm blood ran from your nostrils, tainting your lips and dying on your chin. Your fingers gently grazed his neck as you knew he loved — all you wanted was to stop his pain. To see him smile with that stupid, irresistible grin that made you fall for him.

“I can’t lose you, Y/N.” His lips laid a gentle kiss on the corner of your mouth, the tip of his tongue tasting the blood. His voice was filled with sincere love, “I’ll change. I swear to God I’ll change for you,” Somehow he really believed in what he said, but the truth was he would never change… And you knew it.

“You won’t lose me — maybe you could — help me putting my stuff back where they belong?” You stuttered, your whole body about to collapse in his arms for it just wanted to feel his touch.

“Of course I’ll do.”

Arthur smiled.

You did too.

But Angels cried,

for they knew that he hurt you and it felt like true love.

Thank you so much for sharing your thoughts with me honey, know that you can make yourself at home in my ask box, especially when it’s about babyboy Arthur.

I love this Lana’s song so much, and I completely understand the vibes you felt. It would suit so well in a Dark!Arthur fic — in fact I loved it so much I could not help but write a little something for ya! Even though I do feel in-character Arthur would be far too terrified to hurt Reader and would not physically harm . Maybe being rougher, bruising her with his grip without doing it on purpose. But he would not hit her (cf: office scene with Linda in S5). Yet — I decided to go dark with this one because, as you said, “he hit me and it felt like a kiss” is just perfect for this sad trope.

#arthur shelby #arthur Shelby x reader #Peaky blinders imagine #peaky blinder #Peaky blinders x reader #Peaky blinder x reader #Tommy Shelby #John Shelby #Michael gray #Alfie Solomon’s #Arthur Shelby angst #peaky blinder imagine #Peaky blinder angst #request

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selkie-on-land · 3 months

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Why I don't like the Ariel Live Action and my thought on this topic

disclaimer 1 : please, I'm french, I'm sorry in advance for any wrong sentences etc. I will do my best but I'm not perfect.

disclaimer 2 : I'm new on this app, so I don't know all the functionnalities, how to do this or that, I will try my best to make a descent and pleasant visual post. I know there is differents ways to respond, we can ask I think ? like publishing a post on the profile on someone (that's it right?), there is the republished and adding your own post and the comment section. That's all the option I'm aware off.

disclaimer 3 : WOW ! I just finished to wrote this down and I didn't expected to talk about so many differents subjects !

So I will, list them, as TW, so please, if your sensible to this subject, protect yourself and skip my post. Take care. 👥🤍

School harassment, eating disorder, body dismorphia, suicide attampt, sa and masculine violence in general, incest, familly abuse, racism, lesbophobia, ableism, gingerism, alcool, afrocentrism.

I'm sorry in advance if I miss one.

I hope, it will be an interesting reading.

Prologue :

I know I will receive pretty much all the hates of the world for this but, I'm autistic and Ariel was and is my very first special interest, so I don't care.

I will say/write what has to be written because I'm so sick of the misunformation about her.

I hate any misinformation at all cause I'm autistic but it's so much worst when it's about one of my s.i and unfortunatelly for me, the ones I have are very specific and the society and the patriarchy built a HUGE LIE and basically, any historical information about matriarchy/mythology/patriachy are just misunformation. But there is just too much that I can't correct everyone, everything, because I don't have the energy and because it caused me so much stress that I have a meltdown everytime. So I'm already used to the tense, so I think I will survive the hate about this post.

The real subject of the post :

The Live-Action of The Little Mermaid is at the same time good ? and the absolute worst !!!

Disclaimers : I'm not a fan of Live-Action, it's not specific to The Little Mermaid.

My pov on it is :

Either make the most realistic and exact same as the animation movies, or GO CREATIVE and create something new, a story about someone in the same universe, a prequel, anything. Like Cruella for exemple (I admid I didn't watched it), or Maleficient (I watched it don't worry and loved it) ! It works perfectly, and because it's in a total different universe but based on the same fairytale, you can create anything and it doesn't have to follow the animation movie. It's not an adaptation but more like an extra movie about this universe that you loved ! Or like Mulan (plus it corrected something that was culturally disrespectful : Mushu). I think I love them only if there are creative and create something new.

And here is why :

As an autistic person, I HATE the change, so if it must be an adaptation that I've read/seen, IT MUST be perfect and there MUST BE NOT CHANGE AT ALL otherwise IT RUINS AND DESTROYED WHAT I LOVED AND I END UP HEARTBROKEN. Truly, I had to go to therapy to deal with it and to morn all the differents possibilities of the adaptation that could be the MOST accurate to the animation movie. I waited more than twenty five years to see it and it was a disaster. Too close to be complety hated but too different to be accepted and loved.

In the differents possibilities of an live action of The Little Mermaid, I also imagined some that were about the second or third animation movie. Or about the show.

I bet no one knew (except the ones that have Disney + now), that there was a show about her adventures.

In this one for exemple, she had a mute great friend, Gabriella ! And I LOVED HER SOOOO MUCH !!! She speak with her hands (signing) and her friend an octopus, Olie, translate with his voice. He's sooo cute ! When they go swimming he hang himself on her tail, like if he was riding Gabriella. This is so cute ! I felt so seen, first because I wasn't always verbal as a kid.

And for other kids that weren't pale like me, she was very tan with absolutely wonderful almond green eyes and a bob haircut with browns/dark blond hair. (I think it showing that I had a crush on her and ship them so much lol)

And because when she saw Ariel for the first time, it felt (for me) like she had love at first sight (I knew very young that I loved only girls). Honestly, their story is more a love story to me than a friendship, but it's obviously subjectiv.

Ariel also adopted (secretly) a lost baby killer whale, Spot, a specific

under species of those that only lived in arctic or antarctic.

Killer whale are my most favorite sea animals with seals (I know they don't get along together).

Representations :

I always identitified myself with Ariel because she was a redhead and so had a pale skin. Even if when I was very young my hair where short and almost dark auburn, I could relate with Blanche Neige as I was pretty similar to her but the animation movie scared me so much that I still have nightmares of those sometimes. My hair turned even more light auburn / redhead when I started my puberty and they became slowly but definitely curly/wavy, and then I related even more to Ariel.

And I'm so glad I had her as a model because it's when the bullying, harrassment, assault, s.assault, pushed to unalive myself because in their countries (maghreb) I would I been tortured, raped, burnd alive etc. And every day they (a bunch of boys) come to tell me that I should be dead and were surprised that I didn't killed myself yet. So many times per days, every days, for four long years.

In younger classes, my bff (a girl) was from morroco, and neither her or her mother ever told me things like this. Neither any other girls or women in my whole life from those countries. Only boys and men. So it's not about the people where they were from, but the boys and men and the misogyny from where they were from.

So the fact that Ariel (and Blanche Neige too but they choose an afro descendant to represent a very pale character, we have absolutely no representation, they are all erased or replaced) must be pale was a VERY HUGE expectation for me, cause it was litteraly what partielly saved me. I however did some of the things they told me to do (atttempt in a very specific ways, I did it at the same date evey year, waiting for Death to come get me).

So in my mind castle of the possibilities, there was an adaptation of Ariel as pale redhead with her girlfriend/bff that is deaf and not "white", with her own story. And that could had been absolutely perfect ! Because they didn't had to imagine one, she already existed! (And that would have been quite an argument for the "gnagnagna woke, inclusivity bs gnagnagna".)

Girls and women deserve representation, but come on, the bare is in hell ! We deserve good representation. As a little girl I was far from looking like Pocahontas but I still related to her, because what we saw as kid is not JUST how she look likes (this is so misogynistic that we only exist and have physical characteristics) but also about what they love, what they does, what they stand for etc.

I BET every little girl that has ever seen the little mermaid identified as her when we were at the beach and damn even more if they were a rock where we could sit and do the thing with the wave ! Or when suddenly the wind makes our hair dancing and in our head we look like Pocahontas ! (But you know there is the expectation Vs reality ��)

Physical representation matters, but saying that, it's the only things for girls to rely on is bullshit and misogynistic.

Why erasing the redhead pale mermaid when it already existed a brown skin mermaid and have both which is even better for the representation in the franchise of the little mermaid ?

Even thoug, signing girls were already kinda represented with Ariel who is a mermaid (as her human form), who is loved, accepted and have fun even if she doesn't speak. But then, there is Gabriella and she just not speak but she signs with the real signing langage ! That's amazing !

They could have done a wonderfull job and created an adaptation where there was two amazing mermaids a pale one (not a white one) and a brown one. Who instead of being in competition could have been friends and shows and learns sorority, or even for once love between two girls or here two mermaids. That would have been amazing ! I would have loved so much to have this and I'm sure little girls (whatever their skin color would have loved it too !)

Growing up I would have loved to know that there weren't anything wrong with me for loving girls and not boys like in absolutely every single movies or animation movies.

We were kissing each other in secrets, deeply convinced that we were doing something wrong, bad, and we did it in secret full of shame because we knew it was forbidden. There wasn't a rule written with it was is ok and was it not, it's more uncunscious. But at 4 y/o we already knew and felt that it was not ok, and still at 13.

I only learn that they were people that love the same sex that their own, in teenagehood, not because there was a lesson about the three differents sexuality (heterosexual, bisexuel, homosexual). No I learned it with all the slurs on all the ones that coudn't hide their sexuality and they all were bullied. It's only around my majority when I was 17 y/o that I knew it wasn't something wrong.

I was accepted in a big group of friends, we were so different from each others, with so many background, but goddess I LOVED THEM SO MUCH ! They helped me setting the things rights, like REALLY. I had no bar, no bounderies, nothing. I grew up with an incestuous big brother (it started when I was 3), violence within all my family (except my dad and step mum), and school harassment since I'm 3 until 22 y/o. No friends or rarely. Or fake ones. Until this group. They teached me that differences is fun, we can learn from each other, they were curious, everyone was curious to understand the pov of everyone even if we thought the opposite. I was so sexually abused in my life that I coudn't bare being in anything that could reveal my skin, my shape. I was soooo prude. Because my brains associated nudity with bad things. But thoses guys (we were mixte) teached me that our body exist to allow us to experiment life. They help me heal from eating disorder, bodydismorphia, shame, and so many other things. We could ALL be naked sitting comfortablelly and not good looking, with rolls, saggy boobs, het, bi, or homo, everything was fine. (Disclaimers, we were drunk when we were naked, drinking red wine, with flower or tree crowns philosophising on life etc. That was so cool and nothing was sexual. Except with one guy who did and tried to sa every girls that came in the groups, he was punched a multiples times by the others mates but not excluded sadly). And within this group they were lesbians and bisexuals persons, a couple of male bff where saying there were married to each other and kissing and every thing was fine and so funny. This was when I learned that it was ok for me to be lesbian. But for fifteen years I hated myself for being like this. Like if there wasn't enough things wrong about me there was this too on the list. It was such a relief ! I even tried to unalive myself because of this guilt.

So yes, I think we definitely should have something for the girls to let them know that it's ok. There is nothing wrong with them.

Resume of all the fact that indicated that Ariel lived in the north of the Atlantica, North of the Europe and not in the Caribbean :

Spot, the Killer Whale

Ariel meeting Great White Shark (living in cold water)

Ariel meeting Hans Christian Andersen who live in Denmark

The Kingdom of Atlantica is near the Groenland

Melody swam quickly to the Groenland, which is in the territory of the Denmark

So it makes absolutely no sense to say it actually happens in the gulf of guinea, in south africa (except for the shark and the killer whale part) or in Caribbean.

BUT !

If the goal was to have only afro descendant community in the representation, I WOULD HAVE LOOOOOOOOVED not to see a Dannish fairytale as representation.

And it blows my mind that it doesn't seemed to occur or bother any usa black afrocentrist. Like ???? This is si insulting ! They all say 'anything that is not black or brown is a coloniser' but they don't seemed to have any problem with having a fairytale that is from a country that colonized (and still doing it 👀) a lot of country in different continents including Africa to represent the afro culture ?! 🤡

You said you want to represetant "YOUR" culture, but obviously you have no idea of what culture you're talking about. You think continent and country is the same, so you think that european has no culture and at the same time you said "european culture". You talk about african culture. Asian culture. But None of them exist. You think Africa is Egypt, maybe South Africa and that's it. Asia is only Japan and China. No. And you have absolutely zero knowledge about not just geography but history too.

Denmark was one of the coloniser country of the African Continent (in case you didn't know). So no I wouldn't choose I dannish fairytale to represent the people from Africa or afro descendant no.

Mermaids are a wordwilde story because it descent and came from Matriarchy. And before Patriarchy, the whole world was Matriarchal. So you can found myths and tales about them in every culture that exists in the world.

So for an afro representation there would had been a lot of choice !

I want to hear everything about the tales of Oshun, Mami Wata, Yoruba and all of the others all over the world ! But I bet you have no idea of who they were and are.

The Yorùbá Goddess Yemaya.

Conclusions :

A huge thank you for reading my very long post.

I think I'm good. I mean, I think I'm done writing my thought about the Ariel Live Action and all the topics that were brings along it and were causing a lot of "scandale". No, wait, I forgot the word? Debate ? Idk.

Please, feel free to share with me your thought on it ! What's that makes you think ? What part are you agreeing, or not agreeing ! And please, explain to me why (agreeing and not, both). I might not get it bc we don't share the same shoes and as autistic I don't always "catch" it.

And please, don't get angry or insult me if I don't understand immediatly your thought or if I don't guess them. I'm not a mind reader, so please, if you think about something that I am not aware off or didn't bring the topic on.

We can all learn from each other. It's not because we have different point of view on something that our views are necessarily in contradictions, they can complete each other's.

Thank you. 🤍

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kevindelreyy · 1 month

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Le mie paranoie si abbassano o sembrano più lecite. I ricordi forse aumentano ma sono vissuti con distacco. Dicono che si beve per perdere il controllo ma io bevo per mantenerlo. Dicono che le persone ubriache sono sincere, che nemmeno sanno quel che dicono; eppure a me non capita. Magari più affettuoso, con meno equilibrio, con una risata in più, certo. Ma so benissimo, in qualsiasi momento, cosa non dire. Come non so mai cosa dire.

#tw alchoholism #tw alcohol #drugcore #tw edd #tw drugs #deadontheweb #tossicodipendenza #motivation #emo #tw eating issues #tw #alcol #alcohol #alcool

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dolce-tenebra-toscana · 8 months

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Tw: alcool and stalking

It may look silly but...it's almost a month of full sobriety for me.

I feel so proud of myself, during the years and after a very bad experience with a stalker i started heavily drinking to fight my anxiety and panic attacks..

My doctor and therapist were my biggest supporters and last night i had my first true challenge: i went with friends in contrada and i had wine and beers all around me till 4 am. I felt the lil voice in my head telling me " is just a glass, it's no big deal " but i fought that thought!

I am...am just so happy that alcool isn't controlling me anymore and my social life improved a lot.

Just wanted to share this, i'm really happy 💜💚💜

#fae rambles #personal #it can only get better #i feel proud of myself #so so much

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skllwinx · 1 year

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I’ve always had this super spicy florelia scene in mind that can take place in season 3 imo

TW Weed

Where red fountain would host all the students for like a traditional annual event, you know banquet, music and everything

Helia not being a fan of loud music and alcool, and him really wanting to take every opportunity to spend the evening with his crush, he ask Flora quite innocently if she sees no harm in going up to his room to show her that very interesting book which he had spoken to her previously *as if it was not strictly forbidden to invite students from other schools into the dormitories*

Once in the bedroom, them talking about all the interesting objects and details that tells more about the specialist, as he had opened a huge door to his intimacy

Then, the intellectual discussions lean towards open flirt. She asks him if he would like to roll them a joint. He is surprised by so much audacity but appreciating this side of her that she only lets him to see, he runs

them… smoking a bit, and the atmosphere getting hotter and hotter *based with glances, caress, smoke and… you know*

Her, in the euphoria of having dreamed of this moment so intimate with him, begging him

Him, being fully aware that he does not want them to be under the effect of any substances for this, but more than happy to give her oral pleasure for this first time.

no need to say this scene full of details haunts my mind, i tried to write it many times

i'm not good at this but I just wanted to share

#I can’t get rid of these scenes I have of them in mind #these stories are the hardest to write you've played them a hundred times in your head #with so many details that add up each time #at least I will have put some words on it tonight #florelia is superior #florelia #helia #flora #winx helia #winx Flora

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jeux-raconte · 11 months

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After Life

Pourquoi j'ai regardé cette série ?

Des extraits vus passer par hasard, sur Tiktok entre autres, m'ont donné envie de regarder. On voyait des passages d'humour noir bien grinçant, un sujet qui avait l'air à la fois sérieux et émotionnel, Ricky Gervais, donc je m'étais dit "pourquoi pas !". En plus format court, 25 min, 6 épisodes par saison, aucun frein au fait d'essayer.

Ça parle de quoi ?

Le personnage principal, joué par Ricky Gervais donc (qui a aussi écrit et dirigé la série, c'est peut être un des problèmes d'ailleurs...) a perdu récemment sa femme, morte d'un cancer. Et la série suit son quotidien, il essaie de s'en sortir mais il a beaucoup de mal à faire le deuil. TW suicide, alcool, drogue...

Tu as tout regardé ?

Non. J'ai regardé la première saison assez rapidement. J'ai cru voir qu'il y en avait 3 sur Netflix. Mais j'ai calé durant la 2e saison, et je ne pense pas reprendre...

Pourquoi, ce n'était pas bien ?

Il y a de bonnes choses. De bonnes scènes aussi, un peu provoc, très humour noir. Mais ces scènes, mises en avant dans la communication et sur les réseaux sociaux, sont au final assez peu nombreuses (et je les avait toutes vues sur Tiktok je pense...). Le reste de la série est très orienté "tranche de vie". Ce n'est pas un point négatif, j'aime beaucoup ça, que ce soit en film, série ou même anime. Mais celle-ci a du mal à trouver le ton de son histoire, et je pense que c'est au final ce qui va me faire complément lâcher. D'un côté, on a une histoire très triste d'un deuil, d'un personnage fracassé et qui a du mal à aller de l'avant. Et pour cela, il fait payer un peu tout le monde autour de lui, c'est un peu le point central de la première saison. Chaque épisode suit une journée, avec des étapes ritualisées qu'on retrouvera dans chaque épisode de la saison : réveil en regardant une vidéo tournée par sa femme pendant son hospitalisation, il s'occupe de son chien, intervention du facteur, il va bosser, etc... Le problème, c'est que cette série assez réaliste, terre-à-terre et mélancolique, inclut des personnages complètement loufoques, pour rester polis et ne pas dire COMPLÈTEMENT WTF. Je pense notemment au personnage du psychiatre, qui n'est plus réaliste une seconde tellement ils ont poussé à fond le curseur de l'absurde en l'écrivant. En plus de personnages invraisemblables, les situations le sont aussi, et je sais que les séries n'ont pas besoin d'être réalistes pour être bien. J'aime beaucoup les Friends et autres HIMYM. Mais le cadre de la série, l'idée de départ, repose sur du drame humain fort et difficile à vivre par le personnage. Sauf qu'au bout d'un moment, on n'est plus du tout dans cette histoire tellement on voit n'importe quoi en termes d'interactions sociales ou de caractères de personnages... Pour couronner le tout, dans l'avant-dernier épisode de la saison 1, le personnage principal fait quelque chose de moralement lourdement douteux, probablement pénalement aussi... Et cette action n'est plus du tout abordée, aucun remords, aucun débat moral, aucun questionnement sur ce qui s'est passé... je ne comprends pas qu'on puisse laisser ça comme ça, c'est surréaliste.

J'ai commencé la saison 2, la série change un poil de focus et parle plus des autres personnages. Mais là aussi, plein de soucis : le personnage principal passe un peu trop brutalement de "je déteste tout le monde et je le montre bien fort" à " les autres sont tristes et ont besoin que je les aide, je vais sauver tout le monde". Et l'un après l'autre, chacun a son moment de grâce avec Ricky Gervais qui lui sauve la vie... Il y a encore plus de scènes toujours plus wtf, voire même on atteint des sommets de cringe jamais atteints même dans l'ensemble des saisons de The Office...

Je n'ai plus aucun attachement pour l'histoire, j'ai un arrière goût amer de "Ricky Gervais écrit pour Ricky Gervais pour montrer qu'il est drôle, sensible, qu'il peut sauver tout le monde", et c'est un peu insupportable à force... Je ne supporte plus les scènes cringe du psy ou du beau-frère, j'arrête là les frais. Mais je suis assez triste, le setup avait du potentiel, le casting aussi... Parce que je critique beaucoup Ricky Gervais, mais les autres acteurs (à part le psy 🤬) jouent vraiment bien et rendent certaines scènes très agréables. Malheureusement, je ne recommande pas...

#afterlife #tv shows #netflix #ricky gervais

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rizwans · 1 year

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recherche de scénario.

— follow the fairies. ✨🧚 1rp par mois, forum city saupoudré de fantastique, inspi. fées, folklore, studio ghibli, outer banks, etc... tw du forum : n/a. tw du scénario : consommation abusive d'alcool et de drogues, évocation d'un style de vie débridé, évocation de dépression, situation familiale tendue, grossesse. sur follow the fairies, je recherche neil (35-38), un rich sad boy attachant, l'amant éphémère de ma skylar. neil et sky, ils se ressemblent beaucoup plus qu'on ne pourrait le penser. Tous les deux esquintés par la vie, de manière différente, ils ont choisi les mêmes vices pour oublier leur trauma : alcool, drogues et excès en tout genre. c'est par ce biais qu'ils se sont rapprochés, pour le meilleur et pour le pire. ils n'ont jamais été vraiment ensemble, mais il y a toujours eu une connexion qui dépassait la seule ivresse. quand sky a décidé de se lancer sur le chemin difficile de la sobriété, elle a coupé les ponts avec neil, mais pas avant une dernière incartade qui a résulté en une grossesse inattendue. sky, qui a tendance à prendre les pires décisions, a "oublié" d'en parler à neil (oups) et quand ce dernier en a eu vent, il se lance à sa poursuite et débarque dans la petite ville de dupree, où sky réside... important - ce n'est pas tant la portée romantique du lien qui m'intéresse que tout le passé et le lien que neil et sky ont pu partager, dans ce qu'il a eu de beau mais aussi de difficile, voire toxique. on peut en faire un endgame, mais le choix est vôtre, vraiment, donc n'ayez pas peur de vous retrouver enlisé.e dans un "lien love", ce n'est pas du tout l'idée derrière. see you soon maybe? ✨💕 lien ici - https://follow-the-fairies.forumactif.com/t631-m-the-baby-daddy

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graphorrhee · 13 days

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Encore

TW agressions sexuelles, manipulation, alcool

Bon. On commence à connaître le schéma, hein. Les hommes inaccessibles et qui s'en foutent de ma gueule, c'est ma came. Visiblement.

J'ai rencontré Clément sur Tinder (est-ce que je suis encore surprise de n'y trouver que des connards ? Oui.). Il avait indiqué qu'il recherchait du long terme (mais ok pour du court), être ouvert à du sérieux, comme du moins sérieux. Aller. Il ratissait large, pour être certain d'attirer un maximum de filles. Et pour finalement ne proposer exclusivement du pas sérieux.

En soit, ça ne me dérangeait pas. J'avais pour projet de quitter Tours. Je recherchais quelqu'un pour m'épanouir. Approchant des 30 ans, je voulais découvrir mon corps et ma sexualité. Ce que je n'avais pas pu faire plus jeune. Du moins clairement pas assez. Je ne recherche donc pas du sérieux. Mais pas de coup d'un soir non plus. Je suis claire avec Clément sur ce point-là. Je veux une relation "fun" s'il veut, mais pas de coup d'un soir. Il est en tout point d'accord avec moi. (lol).

Monsieur est très pris. Et il me fait poireauter 3 semaines avant que l'on ne se voit réellement. Et après cette rencontre, il m'avait clairement indiqué qu'il ne serait pas de nouveau disponible avant au moins 2 ou 3 semaines et qu'il serait très pris quand même après. Je me rappelle lui avoir demandé l'intérêt d'être sur les applications de rencontre s'il était aussi indisponible...

Lors de nos discussions écrites, il ne parle que de lui. Il ne s'intéresse pas à ce que je fais dans la vie, ne me pose pas de questions sur mes passions, mes loisirs... Il ne parle exclusivement que de lui, de ses activités, etc. Je me demande encore pourquoi j'ai poursuivi. J'avais envie d'un contact physique... Je me sentais seule.

Par messages, avant de nous voir, nous nous envoyons des messages plus qu'explicites. Il me promet adorer faire plaisir aux filles, les faire "squirter" comme il dit, adorer les lécher... Il me vante ses performances en termes de durée et de taille. Nous parlons de nos limites et j'évoque les miennes sans détour. Pas de mains autour du cou, entre autre.

Nous nous retrouvons dans un bar. Il est en retard... Plus de 30 min de retard. Je suis une femme seule, devant un bar bondé. Youpi.

Il me paie un verre, pour se faire pardonner le retard. Et je paierai une bouteille à boire chez lui. On parle musique, notre passion commune pour le Metal et le groupe Sleep Token, cinéma... Des banalités sans nom avant de passer prendre à manger au Carrefour et aller chez lui.

Il prépare à manger et nous regardons des vidéos sur Youtube. J'apprécie qu'il ne me saute pas dessus tout de suite. De mon côté, toujours ultra complexée par mon corps, je n'ai pas mangé ni bu depuis des jours. Pour essayer d'avoir un ventre moins gros. Il me fait boire. Il remplit mon verre à chaque fois qu'il voit qu'il est vide. Avec le recul, je me rends compte que c'est un comportement typique d'un prédateur. Même si je suis consentante pour boire, l'alcool contribuera à l'aider à manipuler ce consentement lors de notre rapport.

On finit par s'embrasser. Je n'arrive même plus à parler correctement tellement il m'a fait boire. Nous nous dirigeons vers sa chambre... Mains autour du cou. Alors que j'avais prévenu et clairement dit "non" par message. Je rentre la tête pour me dégager de ses mains. Il comprend et les retire. Puis les remet quelques minutes après. Je ne ferai plus rien pour l'en empêcher. Il m'avait répondue par message que c'était le seul point sur lequel il n'était pas sûr de pouvoir se retenir. Encore un comportement d'agresseur. Pourquoi est-ce que je n'ai pas coupé court ? Aucune idée. J'avais envie de sexe. Je suis têtue. J'ai fait abstraction. Voilà.

Pendant ce rapport, le préservatif glisse et se coince au fond de mon vagin. Enfin... De ce qu'il m'en dit. Avec le recul, je suis persuadée que ce n'était en rien un accident. Il en a fait exprès. Comment je le sais ? Grâce à la suite... trop ivre pour réagir, je n'ai pas dit "non" lorsqu'il a dit "ho, foutu pour foutu..." et qu'il a continué le rapport sans remettre de préservatif. Il ne s'est pas inquiété une seule seconde de savoir si je prenais une autre contraception ou non, si je n'étais pas porteuse d'une IST. Evidemment, s'il ne m'avait pas fait autant boire, j'aurai eu toutes mes facultés et j'aurai imposé le port d'un autre préservatif. Lors de ce premier rapport, au début, il n'était pas arrivé à enfiler un 1er préservatif... Ca m'avait étonnée. Le mec semblait habitué à avoir des rapports réguliers (oui, c'était un gros queutard), à 35 ans. Et il n'arrivait pas à mettre un préservatif. C'était comme joué, comme s'il attendait que je lui dise "laisse, on n'en met pas"...

Après le "1er round" il est fatigué et je l'entends commencer à ronfler... Pour quelqu'un qui se vantait de ne pas me faire dormir de la nuit, c'est raté... J'en redemande, n'ayant pas eu mon compte... Il dort. Il m'a léchée 30 sec, pour la forme. En tout, je l'ai fait jouir 3 fois dans la nuit. Lui, en revanche, a brillé par son égoïsme. Zéro. J'ai joui zéro fois.

S'en suivront 2 autres rapports plus tard dans la nuit. Toujours sans capote. Foutu pour foutu, comme il dit... L'un de ces autres rapports se déroule dans la nuit, pendant que je dors. Ca me réveille et je suis désinhibée. Je me laisse faire, à moitié endormie, mais consentante. Dans l'espoir d'avoir enfin un peu de plaisir. Mais rien. Si je ne m'étais pas réveillée, si j'avais été encore alcoolisée, il l'aurait fait. Et j'aurai été violée. Dans mon sommeil.

Il me promet faire un test de dépistage pour me rassurer. Je rentre au petit matin, seule, à pied, sous la pluie.

Je lui envoie mon tout dernier test de dépistage, qui date de 5 jours à peine. Pour le rassurer sur le fait qu'il ne craint rien avec moi. Il me repromet de faire un test de son côté. Test qui ne viendra jamais.

Ses messages sont plus... rares. Je demande à ce qu'on se revoit. Je ne percute pas tout de suite qu'il a eu un comportement a minima de prédateur, si ce n'est d'agresseur. Je ne le comprendrai que plusieurs jours plus tard. C'est là qu'il me dit qu'il ne sera pas disponible avant 2 semaines et qu'après ce sera tout aussi difficile de se voir. Je lui redis que je ne voulais pas de coup d'un soir et il me rassure que ce n'est pas ce qu'il veut non plus et qu'il souhaite une relation suivie, sans être non plus sérieuse.

Pourtant, s'en suivront 5 jours sans réponse à mes messages. Alors que je le voyais connecté toutes les heures. Tous les jours. Je comprends que je me suis (encore) faite avoir. Là encore, mon consentement n'a pas été respecté. Je ne voulais pas de coup d'un soir. Et me voilà forcée à en avoir eu un. Ce sera donc à moi de me coltiner le test de dépistage et de grossesse. N'ayant pas prévu d'avoir un rapport non-protégé, je ne suis pas sûre d'avoir pris assidument ma pilule les jours précédents... J'achète d'abord un test de grossesse, puis demanderai la confirmation par une prise de sang. Je devrai attendre les 6 semaines réglementaires pour être sûre et certaine qu'il ne m'a rien refilée. Et en effet, après des semaines d'angoisse et de pleurs, j'ai la confirmation que je ne suis contaminée par aucune IST, ni par une grossesse.

Au bout des 5 jours de silence et d'angoisse et de larmes de mon côté (je sentais que je m'étais faite manipulée... et je refusais de voir la vérité en face. J'avais mal), j'ai explosé et je lui ai dit ses 4 vérités par message avant de le bloquer partout. Clairement le plus mauvais coup de ma vie. Il m'avait promis un feu d'artifice et j'ai à peine eu un pétard mouillé, en plus d'une agression. Il n'avait pas non plus été très doux dans le rapport et m'avait fait saignée... Il était pourtant bien au courant de son membre, puisqu'il s'en vantait. En vrai, je déteste les gros machins. Ils font mal et les mecs pensent que peu importe la taille et la circonférence, on s'ouvre comme des fleurs prêtes à les accueillir... Non.

Une semaine après je me prends la plus grosse cuite de ma vie. Je suis sobre depuis. Abstinente depuis 50 jours aujourd'hui. Je compte bien poursuivre sur cette lancée.

Suite à cette mauvaise rencontre, j'ai contacté des collectifs féministes en racontant cette histoire. J'ai appris qu'il se faisait passer pour un allié féministe, y compris auprès de ces comptes puisqu'il interagissait avec, alors même que son comportement avec les femmes est déplorable et à l'opposé du respect du consentement. Il réagirait à toutes les stories militantes du monde de la musique (il est musicien dans plusieurs groupes) avec soutien. Il s'intéresse aux call out dans la musique : "c'est inadmissible", "il faut éradiquer ces musiciens", etc. Ca lui donne du crédit, au cas où il serait lui-même call-outer. Et c'est ce qui s'est passé... A force d'apporter ce semblant de soutien, l'u des collectifs a semblé remettre en doute mon expérience avec lui et m'a répondue "Le truc c’est que nous quand on fait des appels à témoins, c’est avec des qualifications claires et répréhensibles par la loi." Le collectif "Balance ta Scène" a simplement ouvert un dossier en attente de voir si d'autres témoignages de victimes leur parviennent. Oui, si on ne fait pas de call-out, il y aura nécessairement d'autres victimes qui auraient pu être évitées. D'autant plus que leur argument ne tient pas... Un viol ou une agression sexuelle se caractérise selon 4 modalités : surprise, menace, contrainte et violence. Je coche au moins 2 cases... La surprise et la contrainte. J'enrage toujours contre ce collectif. Les 2 autres que j'ai contacté, le 26 mars très précisément n'ont toujours pas diffusé l'appel. Ca fera bientôt 2 mois. Et pendant ce temps, lui vit sa "best life", impunément, et fait sûrement d'autres dégâts et d'autres victimes. Je me sens terriblement seule dans cette situation. Même si les 3 collectifs m'ont écoutée et semblent avancer tout doucement dans la diffusion de l'appel, j'ai l'impression d'être seule. Non seulement je me sens agressée, mais aussi seule. J'ai enclenché des démarches, qui ne donnent rien. Ce sentiment d'impuissance et de solitude en plus de cette expérience est dévastateur.

Bref, c'est la nouvelle technique des mecs sur les applis. Se faire passer pour safe, allié féministe, pour pouvoir pécho plus facilement en ne prenant même pas un minimum attention aux comportements qu'ils ont. Et comme ils se donnent cette image, c'est d'autant plus difficile de se rendre compte qu'ils ne sont pas safe et ça instigue un doute : "mais non, tu te fais des idées, c'est un gentil garçon qui est au fait des questions féministes"...

Je suis dans cette ville depuis bientôt 3 ans. J'ai connu 3 partenaires. 3 partenaires qui ne voulaient pas mettre le préservatif, faisant fi de leur santé et de la mienne, de mon consentement. Incroyable en 2024.

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