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csashton · 11 months

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Healing - PG x Reader

Warnings: mentions of domestic violence, injuries, trauma. Please read at your own risk. take care of yourselves 🖤 and do not read if this will negatively affect you.

Summary: reader is in an abusive relationship, it all comes to a head and Pierre finds out. Pairing: Pierre Gasly / Reader

Word count: 1872

A/N: This is really just a trauma dump from personal experience. But I am OK - I am healed. If you or someone you know is in a situation where you need help, please reach out. The domestic violence hotline: 800-799-7233. or I will try to help you in any way that I can.

The relationship you were in was beyond toxic. It had been for the last two years of dating, but you couldn’t bring yourself to leave. Everyone had their suspicions about what went on behind closed doors, especially Pierre. You did your best to hide it.

He’d tried for months to get you to break up with James, but none of his tactics worked. You loved James, and James loved you. Sometimes had some rough days and he would take it out on you. But everyone had rough days, right?

The first six months were a dream. He treated you like you were a queen. Extravagant dates, trips, gifts, anything you asked for, he got for you. Then one day it was like a switch flipped. More often than not you were arguing, or he would start a fight over something trivial. Anything that went wrong in his day-to-day life was your fault. It took a massive toll on your mental health, but you pushed through. It was nothing you couldn’t deal with.

Pierre noticed immediately. He would call daily to check in on you, making sure you didn't need anything.

More recently, James had become physical with you. It first started with pushing or shoving you out of his way during an argument. Then one day it all came to a head. You had forgotten to wash his shirt for a work trip, so you wouldn't have time to iron it before he left. This ended up with you shoved into the wall, a hand around your throat as you gasped for air, begging him to let go.

You forgave him, of course. He came back from his work trip with flowers and a beautiful gift in hand. He showered you with kisses and apologies, so you swept it under the rug.

Coming up with excuses as to why you couldn’t hang out or go to events with Pierre was the hard part. He caught on, though you’re sure he assumed it was James not allowing you to go. He didn’t know about the abuse, and you were determined to keep it that way.

Over the last few months, you’d gotten a lot better at hiding the bruises. When Pierre asked to hang out, you'd fake a work trip or illness. You couldn’t even remember the last time you’d seen Pierre in person, the limited conversations either over facetime or phone calls.

Now, curled up in a hospital bed, you knew there was no way of keeping it from him. He was your emergency contact. You couldn't recall why this fight started. Unsure if either the concussion or blacking out was the cause. But it was the worst one yet.

There was a sharp pain radiating through your head and a dull ache through the rest of your body. The sound of a chair squeaking caught your attention, pulling your eyes, well eye that wasn’t swollen shut, to the corner of the room. Pierre was there, an angry look on his face, arms crossed over his chest.

“I’m guessing you won’t buy the ‘I fell down the stairs’ excuse?” You choke out, trying to lighten his mood. At the sound of your voice, he’s up and sitting on the edge of the bed, cradling one of your hands in his. “Please, don’t joke right now, mon ange.” His voice is scratchy like he’s been crying. “Sorry.” You whisper as you look away, “I don’t like seeing you worry, or seeing you angry.” His hand comes up to brush your hair from your face, thumb brushing your cheek. “Why didn’t you tell me? I could’ve helped you.” his voice breaks near the end, his free hand coming up to wipe the tears on his cheek.

“You have enough to worry about, Pear. You didn’t need to worry about me.” He brushes off your explanation, opening his mouth to argue, but you cut him off. “It was never this bad, he’s never been this bad. I don’t know what set him off. Everything was fine, and then it wasn’t.” you mutter, taking a deep breath as you watch the emotions flick across his face.

His mouth opens and closes a few times before he finally speaks, “He almost killed you.” You nod, biting your lip as you shift in bed, groaning in pain. “You’ve got a concussion, broken nose, broken wrist, a few broken ribs, a broken ankle and foot. You’re more bruise than you are human at this point. But somehow no internal bleeding, even though he used your stomach as a boxing bag.” his voice trembles as he looks down.

“That explains why I feel like shit, but I’m sure the black eyes bring out my beauty, yeah?” you attempt to joke, earning a token judgemental Pierre glare. Humor had always been your way of coping.

“I thought you were dead when they called.” He admits, thumb rubbing over the back of your hand. “Your neighbor Ms. Nancy heard you screaming for help, she called the police. But you were silent by the time they got there. I got the call from the hospital, they had you stable by the time I got here.”

“I’m sorry for scaring you, and I’m sorry for not telling you.” You hesitate, gripping his hand in yours. “It wasn’t bad, in the beginning. He didn’t start any physical stuff until a few months ago - before it was only verbal. But he would always apologize and he was so sweet to be when he got back.” Tears fill your eyes as you continue, “But I couldn’t tell you, I couldn’t burden you with that. I had to pull away from you, he would get so mad when he found out I was talking to you. I didn’t want anything to happen to you.” you whisper, squeezing his hand again.

Pierre’s got tears in his eyes when you look up, his mouth twisted in a frown. “I told you to stop protecting me. But that’s not the point right now.” he waves you off as you try to interrupt him. “What matters is you’re safe, he’s in police custody. You’re going to get healthy, the boys will move your things out of the apartment as soon as possible. You will stay with me until you’re healthy and safe.” he stresses.

“Pierre, I ca-” He holds his hand up again, “If the next words are not, ‘thank you, Pierre, I will move in, Pierre.’ I do not want to hear them.” his voice is serious, eyes hard when you look up again.

“Thank you, Pierre. I will move in, Pierre.” You grin, rolling your eyes at him. “He’s lucky that I didn’t get a phone call from Ms. Nancy, or he’d be in the morgue and I’d be in jail for murder.” You nudge him as best you can with your casted arm, leaning your head back on the pillow.

“Can you please not tell anyone this happened?” You ask, “I don’t want to worry anyone else, and I don’t want to deal with all the drama that comes with it.” He’s got a sheepish look on his face as you finish speaking. “I already told Charles, and Charles told Carlos who told Lando. They’re figuring out the logistics of moving your things, the police should be done surveying your apartment soon. Then they can get started.”

A loud groan leaves your throat as you bring your hands up to cover your face, “Pierre.” you mutter, “that’s so embarrassing. They’re going to think I’m so weak and stupid for staying.” His hands pull yours away from your face, pinning them to your sides. “If I ever hear you talking bad about yourself again, you’re going to sit through hours of myself and Charles complimenting you, do you want that? No one will thing you're weak or stupid. No one knows what you went through every day.” he states, voice stern but eyes twinkling. You shake your head, then groan at the pain of your brain rattling around.

“Ugh, okay. That was stupid. I need to rest, I’m getting nauseous again.” Your voice wavers as you speak. “Sleep, I’ll be here when you wake up.” He’s quiet as he pulls the scratchy blanket back up over you, tucking you in. You’re not released until a few days later, but you’re chomping at the bit to get out. Against Pierre’s wishes, you make him take you back to the apartment. A fresh pair of clothes and a phone charger is all you want. The sound of voices greet you when you arrive, crutches and a hovering Pierre behind you.

“Oh, my god.” Lando’s voice is a whisper as you crutch into the kitchen where he’s crouching on the floor. He's cleaning up what looks like broken glass with specks of your blood mixed in. Carlos and Charles rush into the room not a few seconds later, Charles’ hand flying up to his mouth. Carlos muttered a quick, “Ay, dios mio!” before shutting his mouth, staring at you wide-eyed.

“I’m not a spectacle, I’m still the same old me.” You snap before taking a deep breath, looking around the room. There are poorly cleaned trails of your blood across the room, and shattered glass littering the floor. Duffel bags are sitting by the door which you assume has your belongings in it. “Please tell me you’re not cleaning up my blood.” You can’t help the shake in your voice, “Please, this is not your responsibility. Please stop.” you beg, wobbling on your crutches while Pierre grabs onto your hips to hold you up.

“Mon ange, please calm down. They wanted to help, they didn’t want you to come back to a mess when you got your things.” he explains, holding you as you lean your crutches against the wall, then lean back into him for support. “Please stop. I will call someone to deal with this, I want to get my things and go. I want a nap, my body hurts and I just need the emotional support of my friends. I don’t need you to fix my mess.” You can’t help but complain. “I’m very thankful, and I love you all very much. But, I would appreciate if you stop staring at me like a zoo animal and help me carry my things out of here. I don’t want to be here any longer than necessary.”

The tremble in your voice snaps them into gear. Carlos grabbing the duffels by the door while Charles and Lando grab whatever boxes they packed from the bedroom and living area.

Once you’re settled on the couch at Pierre’s, Lando insists on unpacking your things into the guest room. You must fall asleep on the couch because when you wake up, your head is in a sleeping Pierre’s lap. Your foot, in the massive boot, propped up on a pillow in Carlos’ lap. Lando and Charles are asleep on the floor in front of the couch and a credit scene is rolling on the TV. Sure, you’ve just gone through the most traumatic thing in your life. But all you needed to heal was being here, with them… and maybe a little (lot) of therapy.

#pierre gasly #formula 1 blurb #formula 1 x reader #formula 1 fics #formula 1 fanfic #pierre gasly x reader #csashton #csashtonwrites #mentions of DV #mentions of violence #trigger warning DV

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imaginedreamwrite · 1 year

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Oh 7 is Curtis vibes 100%

Trigger warning: mentions of domestic violence, mentions of past domestic violence

His heavy footfalls in the deepening woods were still well placed compared to yours, and with every step he had taken in relative strength, you had seemed to stumble forward. You weren’t used to the thick undergrowth of the forest or the potential tripping hazards that were undetectable to you. Even for Curtis, who had essentially been born and bred on the very edge of civilization, had occasionally caught himself by surprise.

“Keep up-“

“-buttercup.” You snickered under your breath, following him into the woods while occasionally spying the axe over his shoulder with speculation.

The wooden handle seemed as if it was near the point of cracking and there was a rust line along the sharp edge of the axe that showed its well worn surface. Though it had been well used, obviously, Curtis had negated the idea of trying to get a new one.

“Ya know, you’re awful quiet-“

“Y/N.” he snapped and turned sharply on his heel, staring down at you with growing ire and burning eyes. “I promised your brother I’d keep you safe from your ex-fiancé but if you don’t shut your mouth-”

“Why are you grumpy all the time? Fuck me.” You rolled your eyes and crossed your arms over your chest, huffing deridingly. “You’re being paid aren’t you?”

“Move. Your. Ass.” Curtis grunted, placing a hand at the small of your back and giving you a sharp push to walk in front of him. “God forbid you trip of a blade of grass and break your neck.”

“Oscar the grouch has a better attitude than you,” you mumbled, taking the path he wanted you to while rubbing your hands together, “and he lives in a trash can.”

“You’re a pain in my ass.” Curtis regaled his continued irritation with a harsh huff of his own before he started stalking after you.

It was another half mile before he whistled sharply for you to stop. When you looked over your shoulder toward your warden, you watched him aimlessly swing his axe at a half logged tree with enough strength and power to, almost, cut it straight through.

Every swing was met with a soft grunt, every strike of the axe on the wood was another spike of potential desire that struck you deep. The longer you’d looked at Curtis chopping wood as if it was nothing more than cutting paper, the more attracted to the sailor’s tongue that cursed you out this morning.

“Princess, start packing.” Curtis spat to the left, his eyes narrowing in your direction and his lips slowly parting. “Y/N…take slow steps toward me.”

Fear struck you, the sensation of being watched had given rise to goosebumps on your arms. You wanted to turn your head. You wanted to look at what was behind you though you thought that if you had, you’d truly lose your last bits of composure.

“Y/N, dammit!” Curtis hissed, slow and harshly but quietly. “Take slow fucking steps-”

You heard it then, the sharp hissing and the yeowling coming from behind you. Hair on the back of your neck stood on end and you were given the impression that you were being stalked by something that wouldn’t think twice about sinking their teeth into your neck.

“Turn around and walk back, slowly.” Curtis directed you, and as you slowly turned around to face whatever beast was there, it jerked forward.

A shrill cry ripped from your mouth just as Curtis had darted froward with his axe in hand, and grabbed hold of the back of your shirt. It was a quick tug to send you flying away from the animal to your back, the wind being knocked from your lungs as you made contact with the hard ground.

You saw stars in your vision, mind completely rampant and you’d almost been completely unaware that you were crying until you felt hands cupping your cheeks.

“Fuck!” He cursed, your vision coming to focus as he appeared above you. “Princess, you fuck-”

You jerked away from him, crawling a few feet before the first bout of bile spilled from your lips. Your fingernails dug into the wet blanket of rotting leaves, the tainted stench of copper burned your nose.

“Y/N-”

“Get away from me!” You screamed at him through tears, your throat burning and your head pounding as if someone had stabbed you in the head. “Get the fuck away from me!”

It all came to a head, you lowered your upper body to the dirty forest floor and sobbed. Every ounce of heartbreak, fear and devastation from your broken relationship was pouring from you. Your near death experience had rocked you although it was just the tip of whatever hellish iceberg you were being throttled by.

“Get the fuck away from me…” you whined, you wailed and laid there on the forest floor with your lower body still angled into a crawling position.

It was nefarious, the mess you made of yourself. And like your ex fiancé had, over and over, you expected Curtis to figuratively kick you when you were down and leave you.

You almost wanted him to, you didn’t want him to see you like this. Not with snot and vomit, tears and puffy afflicting you. You didn’t want him to see you stuck in a position of weakness that your ex-fiancé had forced you into time and time again.

“Get the fuck-!" You bit at him, you cursed him over and over, trying to fight him as he lifted you from the forest floor.

Your legs were kicking, your arms swinging to bat him off of you. Until a light switch had been flicked and you went limp in his arms with your head lolling back and your eyes transfixed on the sky. Tears were rolling down your cheeks and your chest was heaving from the approach of a panic attack.

“Beautiful Dreamer, wake unto me. Starlight and dewdrops are waiting for thee. Sounds of the rude world heard in the day. Lull'd by the moonlight have all passed away!” You started singing the familiar song, slowly and quietly whispering as Curtis carried you away from whatever animal was laying there.

You didn’t look, you couldn’t look. Rather you kept your eyes trained to the greying blanket of clouds trapping cool air in, and the crunch of twigs under his boots.

“Beautiful dreamer, queen of my song. List while I woo thee with soft melody. Gone are the cares of life's busy throng.” Curtis’ voice surprised and captivated you, his deep rumble echoed in your ears as he sung the same song as you, hands clutching your protectively.

#trigger warning #mentions of DV #mentions of past domestic violence #domestic violence trigger warning #lumberjack!Curtis Everett #lumberjack!Curtis

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blitzwhore · 1 month

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I'm certain this has been pointed out before, but...

“Lust shouldn't be about force.”

“Oh! No! Never. NEVER that.”

When Stolas said he would never do that to Blitz, he really meant it. After all, he knows intimately well what it's like to be forced.

#helluva boss #Sa mention #Sa tw #stella helluva boss #stolas helluva boss #stolas goetia #sa cw #Abuse tw #dv tw #Domestic violence tw #Cw sa #cw sa mention #If anyone needs more tags added to this let me know :)

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specters · 2 years

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the obsession with true crime really has rotted people’s brains like this isn’t just a “casual interest” anymore, these people are out here playing armchair psychologist and psychoanalyzing behaviors of abuse victims to see if it fits their idea of what “real victims” act like (as if that can even be measured) because they think their Superior Knowledge of the Minds of Criminals earned by listening to some podcasts makes them an expert. & true crime youtubers like bailey sarian don’t actually give a SHIT about victims of [insert atrocity here], they just care about the content and what entertainment value can come from it. it’s fun to them, rather than horrifying. and that’s really, really scary. this is what your brain on true crime looks like

#you cant claim to care abt victims and then be like 'im really sad that this dv trial is ending it was so so so much fun 🥺' actually die #bailey has always been fucking weird particularly these last few years like #shes been tweeting this trial like it's a soap opera. and she's not the only one #abuse mention #domestic violence #there is a subset of depp supporters who r true crime luvrs and you can rly tell who they are

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radical-thots · 8 months

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Every time I speak up against trans/gender ideology, I'm terrified of being harassed and doxed like many other women have been. I'm terrified of being stalked and cyber bullied like countless other women have been for sharing our opinions on our own reality and sex. This is not normal. I and other women should not feel terrified talking about female oppression and biological sex. The fact that we feel this scared in 2023 talking about feminism because it will offend men, blows my mind. Seeing trans people on tumblr and twitter make violent comments like 'shoot a bullet through every terfs pussy' or 'every terf should get raped' or 'women should stfu about oppression because it's terfy' and the fact that no one calls them out and the minute they do, they're instantly doxed and bullied off by being called a bigot? When trans people make comments like this towards women, it's no wonder, we do not want to share our spaces with you people. Our concerns are valid and not born out of bigotry or transphobia like so many claim it to be - it is an exact reaction to the violence shown by tra/trans women. At the end of the day, trans ideology is more about male entitlement, male violence and further oppressing the female sex.

#trans #radfemdointeract #radical feminst #radfem #radfemsafe #radical feminists do touch #gender critical #female oppression #rad feminism #feminism #lgtbqia+#Riley Gaines was attacked by freaking teenagers for speaking up for women and our spaces #JK Rowling is sent regular death and rape threats despite the fact that she is victim of both rape and dv #not to mention the restaurant she visited was vandalised #a black artist I follow on insta was called a terf for drawing the vagina #trans people on tumblr send violent threats everyday to terfs but say NOTHING to men like Ben Shapiro Peterson Jordan Matt Walsh or even #DeSantis

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janicho88 · 11 months

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I Got You Masterlist

When you have finally reached a breaking point, you call the one person you trust for help. He’s never seen you as more than a friend, but he is the person you know you’re safest with. It’s been months since he has had so much as a text from you, but Jake Seresin would do anything for the Navy princess he met years ago. The pilot knows she means more to him than he ever will to her, but he will do anything for her

Series Warnings- Abusive boyfriend, injuries, hospital. Idiots in love. Other warnings will be listed in individual chapters

The first few chapters of this series start out a bit heavy, but I do promise it will move past that . This story is still being written, and maybe a little slower to upload

Taglist is open

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

TBD

#top gun maverick #jake seresin #hangman x female!reader #tw dv mention #tw injury #tw abuse

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meganfoxrocksmyworld · 6 months

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Megan Fox on her poetry book, Pretty Boys Are Poisonous.

#Megan Fox #Colson Baker #MGK #feminist poetry #Pretty boys are poisonous #DV mention #SA mention #abuse mention #mfoxedit #mfoxgif #megan fox gifs #Megan Fox Rocks My World #Megan fox Rocks My World Gifs #8MB #interview #red hair

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pastel-starr-bitch · 13 days

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I think what especially bothers me about SOME people who harp on AA being abusive is that honestly it spits in the face of DV survivors. I know it’s not everyone of course, I’m just talking about those who haven’t lived it (I have to emphasize: not everyone’s lived a calm life or one free from abuse) I was in a DV relationship and was abused growing up. Who are you to tell someone what they should enjoy and ASSUME you know more about abuse from a fictional relationship in a video game. On such a high horse that they will actually talk down to those who have lived through REAL abuse as though they somehow know better because they played a fantasy game.

Also — and let me emphasize again, this isn’t a monolith for ALL who hate AA — if you think that abuse is “partner is physically violent and in complete control of their helpless, weak s/o” you have a serious piss-poor grasp of how DV can manifest. To encourage this dynamic for a part of the game you will likely never play, finding catharsis in watching people see a dynamic they enjoy be turned into a ridiculous depiction of violence/DV by the fandom… and to have people literally AFRAID to openly say they enjoy AA narratively…yeah that’s weird as hell to me. Why would you take pleasure in watching people upset? Because you personally don’t like this version of Astarion? Have you considered perhaps… growing up?

TLDR: people who like to say “you don’t understand what abuse is/I’m worried about AA fans” are smug assholes. If you want to say that I am “romanticizing abuse” then I’d kindly ask you to have lived in my shoes— you benefit nothing from being so cruel to strangers you disagree with. Unless you’ve experienced DV/Abuse/etc yourself, get bent. Please do not pretend to be ~worried~ about a group of people when you clearly empathize far more for a cluster of code in a video game

#this is obviously not to say that none of them have experienced DV or abuse #but I’ve seen many more DV survivors find either nothing wrong with this being FANTASY or actually enjoying AA because it’s cathartic #I’m rambling #ascended astarion #bg3 ascended astarion #dv mention #dv tw

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cirqueduroyale · 10 months

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Is Penny on the a-spec? I feel like that would be an adorable way for her and Charlie to bond

(Plus it could have been another thing for her ex-jerkwad-partner to have been upset about, her not "giving" him what he """deserved""")

I feel like Penny having the "Oh? OH!! THAT EXPLAINS SO MUCH?!?" moment would be really sweet

Perhaps 👀

She might be in if we get some pinks on that flag >.>

#anon #penelope #charlie #asexuality #ace characters #(her reaction to the ace flag is mine from when I first saw it)#doodles #cw dv mention

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wishing-stones · 7 months

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I saw that one answer to how your R&R boys would react to children in general, and Nightmares section got me curious. ("Nightmare, shockingly, is absolutely phenomenal with children. He’s played “monster under the bed” for a fair handful of humans before… and that has sometimes turned into “monster under the bed that protects kid from outside horrors” if their home life is… less than ideal.") That made me wonder. How would they react to anybody with "less than ideal" home lives? Kid or not?

Have some meta on Nightmare for free regarding this:

Having had his ripped from him at the tender age of fucking eight, Nightmare places a high value on protecting innocence. He tried to be indifferent to suffering while exploring the multiverse, but injustice and suffering to children has always been something he had a hair-trigger about.

He's also not a huge fan of adults in similar circumstance, but that's... less protecting innocence and more culling the problematic. Even he has standards.

No one else much cares for abusers for varying reasons. If they had a good reason to intervene, they'd get involved immediately in a domestic dispute, either with their magic or with their fists. Killer and Axe have no problems introducing themselves to people with their fists. The others might prefer magic, or their swords, in Cross' case.

Age doesn't really matter, but Nightmare's creed of "protect the innocent" has rubbed off on the guys. Kids in danger take priority. ...And whoever is on the offending party better pray the guys feel merciful that day.

To a victim, they're very gentle and patient. They don't want to spook the person they saved, so they speak softly, move slowly, and touch gently.

...They'll also clean up any signs of a struggle and set up and air-tight alibi for the person they saved while disposing of the body somewhere very far away. Foul play could be called, but no one will be able to pin it on the victim. They're free to cash out life insurance and claim whatever is in a will.

.... Children might get relocated if it's bad enough. Nightmare knows a couple of places where they'll be safe.

#k answers #k headcanons #feat. r&r crew #cw dv mention

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thewritehag · 2 years

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I realize I may lose some mutuals over this, but it needs to be said. The criticism of the Depp v Heard trial is just as biased and oversimplified as the clickbait tiktoks and youtube videos.

If all you saw of the trial were those videos that made light of a serious situation, then I understand your misconception, however there was and is legitimate coverage by actual trial attorneys who provided unbiased commentary, as well as education.

Heard lost the trial because her evidence was not good. Her testimony kept changing. Her witnesses were refuted by actual, empirical evidence. The forensic psychologists on her team did not meet with Depp, while Depp's psychologists met with her. This is on top of a myriad of other points in Depp's favor and/or Heard's lack of credibility, as well as her history of DV and Depp's refuted ones by former partners.

He's not a saint, but he was abused; Heard is on record (as testimony and in a recording between herself and Depp) as acknowledging she struck him, then to tell him that he will not be believed

I was under the same biases at the beginning, too, but a lot of those biases came from the internalized misogynistic* perspective that men cannot be victims of women. Women can be abusers, too; we have to think that more than we just say it and think we mean it.

If you'd like some recommendations on YouTube, see NatalieLawyerChick, EmilyDBaker, and AttorneyTom. These are practicing attorneys and/or legal professionals (Emily was a criminal district attorney, but stepped away and is now a legal consultant/commentator).

Believe who you want, but consider your reasons for doing so. Or don't.

*yes, misogynistic, I did not mistype. The assumption that women are too weak or too pure to be violent is rooted in sexism, and the assumption that a man cannot be abused by a woman comes also from the perspective that to be abused is to be female, to be female is to be weak, to be weak is subhuman, and men are the only ones with "True Humanity."

#depp vs heard #cw dv #dv mention #johnny depp #amber heard

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ventresses · 4 months

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Imagine bending over backwards like this to defend a character for screaming at and choking his pregnant wife...

#wow... just... wow #it's not even like i hate anakin but i just sure as hell ain't gonna make or tolerate excuses for domestic violence and abusive behavior #btw the second incident of domestic violence is in TCW w/ him showing up unannounced at her apartment and wrecking up her living room while #while beating up her guest to a pulp and yelling at her in a jealous rage because he misread the situation. (and showing up later on her #balcony and forcing a conversation even though she'd just asked for space)#tw dv mention #tw: domestic violence #please learn to enjoy characters without also defending their shitty behavior #i'm gonna lose some followers for this but so be it

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peace-love-and-french-toast · 4 months

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A Quick(-ish) Word on Gabe Ugliano

BTW spoilers for the PJO books and the series. Tw for mentions of abuse and domestic violence.

We all hate Gabe.

This is something universally agreed upon.

He's a fundamentally bad person in both mediums: book and show.

HOWEVER, I personally believe that Gabe Ugliano in the show isn't being set up to be as much of a hated character. Of course he's still abusive and terrible. Sally Jackson should get a divorce and ditch him.

But I don't think this show is making him seem terrible enough to turn to stone (essentially a kind of murder). In the books, this is how Sally finally finds her agency, her way out from under the thumbs of the men who have been the center of her lives, from her ailing brother to Gabe.

In the show, this seems like too harsh a punishment. The show has a couple precious minutes to convince me that I detest Gabe. Of course, this is only the tip of the iceberg. But Show Gabe has to evoke the same feelings as me as Book Gabe did, which is even harder, because I'm not in Percy's head.

And there are a couple details either added in or removed by the show which could help cement this.

First off, in the books, we first meet Gabe as he plays poker, completely unashamed. He demands money from Percy and we're like, 'this is a bad dude'. In the show, he knows it's vaguely shameful that he's playing online poker, and he's not sniffing out money like a basset hound (another negative character trait only seen in the books).

Second, the Knicks games. I know, I know. This seems stupid. But Sally brings up a pastime that she and Gabe share enough to be considered a habit, and not because she's being coerced into doing it or whatever. Sally chooses, of her own free will, to spend time with Gabe. You get the feeling, in the books, she'd rather pack herself and Percy off to Pluto on a deserted spacecraft than stay one more second there, but she remains out of love for Percy. Now, I understand that being a victim of domestic violence is an extremely complicated, terrible situation that I can't even begin to fathom. But the thing is, in the books, Sally chooses to marry this terrible scum of a guy because he smells like any old terrible scum of a guy. His utter sliminess makes him the perfect cover for Percy's emerging power. She hates Gabe with a passion in the books. We get this feeling less in the movie.

And finally, "Don't scratch it up". This shows Gabe distrusts Percy and Sally and jumps to blame them, especially Percy, for anything wrong. he values material possessions over being kind to his wife and stepson. It also reasserts control over them, even when they aren't physically at home. It's his car. His control.

This whole post probably seems really nitpicky, but the thing is, this show has to be down-to-the-detail on Gabe. They only get 8 episodes to tell us the story, and very limited time spent on Gabe. They have to convince us all that he deserved to be turned to stone by Medusa. And that was a very powerful moment for Sally Jackson, and when both she and Percy realized that they could survive together. This show also has to convince new fans, who may never have even read the books, that Gabe's fate is completely deserved.

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