#tw human trafficking mention

[snowe-zolynn-rogers]

Earth is a tad aggressive in the Bid To Lose AU because 1) Moon sold Eclipse like he was an object. 2) Lunar cheered when Moon said he sold Eclipse. 3) Sun comments occasionally that he's so relieved that whoever bought Eclipse 'has likely killed him by now'.

Solar is a bit more distant, having seen Moon sell another version of himself. Solar stops interacting as much with Moon because he's genuinely scared that Moon will get tired of him and sell him too.

#sun and moon show #sams #five nights at freddy's #fnaf #bid to lose au #fnaf earth #fnaf solar #fnaf sun #fnaf lunar #fnaf moon #snoweytrashposts #snoweytalks #snoweyrambles #snoweyrants #tw human trafficking mention #tw death mention

[hellshoard]

@hannah-the-small

Not much went on for Asmodeus. Party almost all the time, paperwork, and his club. It was routine at this point but he didn't mind it so much. The Sin stretched his arms, humming lazily before letting them back down as he reached out with one hand to grasp an umbrella. It was usually always raining in lust, not that it was surprising. It was rather warm for rain but sometimes it did leave a slight chill if in it for too long. Opening in, he stepped out from his lounge and began to walk the streets. He liked walks, helped him clear his head but this day was something else.

Having heard a noise, he stopped and looked towards the source. It was a sinner of some kind. A lizard type from what he could see followed by an alligator type. They were holding something or more like...someone. Eyes narrowing, he began his way over and he could hear them clearly. Talking about what to do with the kid and how much she'd be worth on Hellmarket for her special kind.

Oh, so this is what it was. A trafficking type in which Ozzie did not allow. Especially when it came to children. While his ring is indeed a more laid-back type, there is very little that he allowed. Consent and no trafficking of any kind. Rage filled him and before anyone knew, he had reached them and his voice boomed, shaking the area a bit, "Release the child."

#`embodiment of lust` ozzie #brightest little star || hannah || hannah the small #tw human trafficking mention

[killed-by-choice]

Irene Stevenson, 24 (USA July 12 2002)

In 2002, Irene Stevenson was pregnant. She underwent an abortion at Planned Parenthood in Chicago. Her husband, Maurice Stevenson, didn’t know that he was about to be a widower.

After the abortion, Irene was extremely sick. She developed an infection that killed her on July 12, 2002. Maurice was both devastated and furious.

Maurice Stevenson wanted justice for Irene, who had suffered and died at the hands of the corporation that killed her child and herself. He sued Planned Parenthood for malpractice in 2002, but the case dragged on until 2006, when it was dismissed by stipulation or agreement.

But Maurice wasn’t done yet. He quickly discovered that his home state’s systems for recording and reporting abortion death statistics was deeply and incredibly flawed. Had Irene’s death even been included in the Illinois statistics on deaths from legal abortion? After all, Planned Parenthood was the source that would have sent the data on the people who died at their hands. The information on abortion complications and deaths was not public record, so he couldn’t even confirm if they had confessed to killing her.

Maurice became an advocate for better reporting and for access to the information on the facts of abortion. He was even part of a 2011 article in the Chicago Tribune on the incomplete abortion statistics and reporting systems of Illinois. At publishing time, Planned Parenthood either would not or could not confirm for the Tribune whether or not they had reported Irene’s death at all.

Planned Parenthood is a corporation that advertises itself as “women’s healthcare”, but the truth is that they kill many women and girls. A few of their other victims are Cree Erwin-Sheppard, Elise Kalat, Holly Patterson, Hoa Thuy “Vivian” Tran, “Ella Roe”, Tonya Reaves, Roselle Owens, Edrica Goode, Nichole Williams, Suzanne Quinn, Diana Lopez and Yara Buchanan.

Planned Parenthood has also been found to chronically enable human trafficking, especially of women and girls. 52.9% of the women who were victims of human trafficking have had at least one forced abortion, and 30% had multiple abortions during the time of trafficking. 29.6% of human trafficking survivors in America had been taken to a Planned Parenthood. One survivor stated that she had been taken to Planned Parenthood because “They didn’t ask questions”. According to statistics, there are approximately 24.9 million people being trafficked nationally. 71% of them are woman and girls. If 29.6% of that 71% were taken to Planned Parenthood, that’s 5,232,984 human trafficking victims. This corporation has no right to call themselves “pro-woman”.

(Irene’s court case)

(Sources for human trafficking statistics on Planned Parenthood: https://www.annalsofhealthlaw.com/annalsofhealthlaw/vol_23_issue_1/MobilePagedReplica.action?pm=1&folio=77#pg85)

#tw murder #tw ab*rtion #tw abortion #tw death #pro life #pro choice #tw human trafficking mention #tw child abuse mention #abortion #abortion debate #unsafe yet legal #justice for Irene

[ghostfacetheballfondler]

the more i research about c-ptsd the more i think i have it, and the more i need to convince myself that i *don't* actually have it.

i think one issue is that i don't remember my reactions to most of my trauma. and the few that i do remember, i don't think the reaction is big enough to qualify. but the former is actually a symptom of c-ptsd and the latter is just blatantly false lmao.

also. because of the nature of my trauma, saying i have c-ptsd feels like an insult to myself ("am i really that weak that i developed this disorder over something so minor?" kinds of thoughts) and to people with c-ptsd who experienced *terrible* shit. ("me having c-ptsd is offensive to everyone who suffered from parental abuse, human trafficking, and being victims of war" kinds of thoughts)

i know the above isn't true, but no amount of random people reblogging "your trauma is valid!!" posts will help when those same people will say that my parents must have been abusive and i must have repressed it, or that i'm overexaggerating my symptoms to be trendy.

really sucks when most c-ptsd spaces are about parental abuse too, makes me feel like i don't fit in because i just don't relate to those experiences

(also can i mention how fucked up it is to imply that someones trauma isn't "enough" and that they must be repressing something? holy shit. why have so many trauma survivors, WHO SHOULD KNOW BETTER, have said that to me?)

#cptsd #c ptsd #c-ptsd #tw abuse mention #tw human trafficking mention #tw war mention #tw fakeclaiming #tw internalized ableism #vent? idk i'm just rambling about c-ptsd

[headmateeconomy]

Look I’m sorry but to me the idea of buying and selling headmates is repulsive and comparative to human trafficking. Headmates are people too and you can’t just… sell them??? You also can’t create headmates for other people, that’s also not a thing. This is coming from someone who is part of a legitimate system who was formed due to genuine trauma from a heavily abusive situation.

I am genuinely concerned for you well-being and I hope you are ok. This seems like something a persecutor/prosecutor would do.

Selling headmates can not be compared to human trafficking because they are different. Headmates can consent to be sold. Making headmates to be sent to someone else has been proven and happening for a long time. Were not sure what you mean by a "legitimate system" but were sorry you went through that trauma. Though i may not be okay, it has nothing to do with headmate economy. Thank you (?) for your worry but im very confused on how me being involved with this means I have something wrong with me. I nor anyone else in our system is a persecutor and I do not see what that has to do with anything. Also i dont know what a prosecutor is. Can someone help out because this is just very confusing in general. -🎰

#asks #questions #headmate economy #headmate market #tw human trafficking mention #tw sysmed? #plural community #pro endogenic #pro plurality #pro tulpa #pro system travel #pro headmate economy #pro headmate market #pro selling headmates

[obsessivefangirl]

Andrew Tates' in jail let's fucking GO

#cant wait for sneako and those other alpha males to whine acting like its cancel culture even though he literally human trafficked #(this is both /s and /srs) #tw human trafficking mention #Andrew Tate #fuck andrew tate

[deadsetobsessions]

Spider in Gotham AU- Pt.2

[Pt.1]

Peter’s no stranger to memories that comes as nightmares. There’s something different to them, the taste of terror that’s tinged with a feeling of “that’s happened.”

Flashes of Aunt May, dying as he stood next to her while choosing the city over her? Old hat. Inky darkness surrounding MJ falling as Peter reached for her, over and over again? Been there, seen that, didn’t even get a sick scar out of it. Racing against the clock to defeat some bad guy or an unknown threat? That’s his Thursday.

But this?

This isn’t his. It’s real, Peter could tell that much. Sure, it’s wrapped up in silk hisses and heart crushing terror, but Peter could always tell whether a nightmare was a nightmare or whether it was a memory.

This was a memory. Not his. His. It’s complicated.

“Your father, papito, he-,”

Then, it’d be the ruffle of his hair, brown eyes. It reminded him of his mom. But the crease of these eyes were different. Hardened, mean. Even towards him.

“Well, he said no, but I knew what he really wanted.”

The base of Peter’s neck always crawled when he remembered that line. His spider-sense warned him that whatever he’s remembering, he would not like.

“Ey, Peter.”

“Huh?” Peter blinked, looking up from where his arms were elbow deep in wires.

“Don’cha need gloves with that?” Frank asked, munching on some jerky. They were sitting in the living room, repairing a TV and a washer Frank had somehow managed to lug back to the apartment. It’s a toss up between Frank’s network of orphans (Peter included), street rats (these things are not mutually inclusive), or his own slightly higher than average strength. Not that they needed to thrift broken things, considering Peter’s funneling money from offshore bank accounts belonging to this America’s 1%. They just made it so easy! He and Ned had been hacking into government bases in middle school back on his world. This world? Not even a challenge. Regardless, this was kind of like… Frank’s version of those fancy sensory boxes for Peter.

“Oh, no. It’s not plugged in, see?”

“How’re ya gunna know it works then?”

“Plug it in after I’m done. Turn it off and on, you know?”

Frank stared at him, then rolled his eyes towards the ceiling.

“If you burn down that portion of the house, at least we’ll be warm for a bit.”

“Thanks. Your confidence in me is astounding.”

“You talk like an old man.”

“I do not! Excuse you! If I’m old, you’re the expired knock off cup ramen in the back of a convenience store!”

“Yo, shrimpy, that’s rude, ya hear?” Frank snickered, impressed at the quip. The Alley kid turned brother stood up to plop next to Peter.

“So… you gonna go…?” Frank made a whooshing sound and held his hand in a web shooter position.

“Tonight? Prolly. Anything I should look out for?”

“You’re gunna get yourself killed, but yeah, heard the gang’s back up north.”

Peter flashed a smile, dimples coming out. “I’ll try not to. Thanks, Frank.”

“Anytime, Spidey.”

Frank, though little (to Peter), was a good friend. Then again, considering Peter saved his ass both in mask and out of it, it’s to be expected. One would think that after eight years of hiding his identity, Peter would be better at it. Then, he got punted into a different world and got made by a child.

To be fair, the circumstances all but screamed Parker Luck, so Peter’s not counting this instance.

See, the first few days of this sudden cohabitation, Peter had asked Frank to find them furniture. Both because he was getting real sick of eating on the floor and because Peter needed to fix his suit to match his much younger body. Then, once he readjusted the shrinking nanotech and the spider legs to fit him in a way that wouldn’t break him, Peter had promptly swung out of the building and went patrolling. He stuck with the wandering Frank, taking out muggers and robbers and everything in between and past that around the area where Frank is.

Looking back, Peter realized how lucky he was when he decided to go on the “helping joyride” at the beginning of the evening. His spider-sense activated way later in the night, the moment where he began seeing and sensing the cameras that kept pointing towards him. He ducked and dodged out of the way, and eventually, the feeling left. Somebody was watching. And he doesn’t know where they stood on the moral side of things.

Anyways, it happened after three weeks and a half of going out and just… settling into life in Gotham. He had already been struggling to find a way home, scouring the libraries around Gotham on any subject that would aid in his multiversal travel. Peter would like to know which emo kid named this city.

Eventually, Parker Luck decided to strike once more.

“Get back, freak!” The lady brandished a wicked knife.

Talk about deja vu.

“Oh no! Knives! My greatest weakness!” Spider-Man yelled, sticking to the shadowed windows as he let his voice echo in the alley. Gotham had a lot of nice hiding places. Spider-man dropped down on her head like a bat out of hell and webbed the knife out of her hands. He webbed the mugger up onto the alleyway above normal reach, and told the man to call the police.

Frank screamed, just as Spider-man wrapped it up, loud enough to reach his enhanced hearing.

“Wait-!” The man tried to stop him, but Peter, small, trained, and having readjusted his reach, slipped away.

“What’s your name?!” The guy he saved yelled at his back.

Spider-man, distracted, yelled back, “SPIDEY!”

He shot webs upwards and used them to slingshot his way towards where Frank was. And… car! Peter used his webs to swing up, up, and let himself fall to gain momentum. At the last moment, Peter shot a web to the top of the car and pulled himself to it.

Shit, shit, shit. He’s stupidly attached to the kid, and he was stupid enough to let Frank go out into Gotham looking both well-fed and well clothed.

The world slowed as he locked eyes with a terrified Frank, who was getting dragged into a car.

The world narrowed to speed and Spider-Man landed on top of the car roof, sweeping his leg out and thankfully remembering his much shorter reach. His foot collided with the kidnapper’s face with the equivalent force of a grown up, slightly annoyed Peter Parker who’s letting his strength go a bit unchecked. Basically, they went flying, blood spewing out of the undoubtedly broken nose Spider-Man had just given them.

Standing on business, the shorter webster promptly flipped down wards as he all but glued the would-be kidnapper to the curb.

“You alright?”

“You’re- You’re that new mask.” Frank whispered, scuttling away from the car where he’d been dropped.

“Yeah, man. You okay?” His voice modulator came in clutch.

“Fuck. Fuck, I gotta-” Frank stumbled. The kid looked like he was one bad break away from snapping. Peter hated it when kids got that terrified look on their faces, it reminded him of himself, helpless as Ben bled out because they should never have to fear something that much.

Something’s wrong, though. As much as Peter wished otherwise, Frank was a Gotham bred and true alley kid, through and through. These kids don’t spook easily. Peter already stopped a couple of kidnappings and at least two of the kids had yelled at him to stay out of the way before unloading a rain of nut kicks on their kidnappers that left Peter wincing for days in sympathy. Frank being this spooked? Something’s going on.

“Woah, easy there, I’m not gonna hurt you,”

Frank shot him a half hysterical, half condescending look. Yeah, that’s more like it.

“Ob-obviously. I have to go before more of them comes,” Frank muttered.

“More of them? You know what they want?”

Frank stared at him, looking up and down at his blue, red, and gold ensemble.

“I can help,” Peter promised.

“What’re your thoughts on metas?”

Suspicious.

“Uh, they’re fine? Depends on the person, why?”

Frank sighed. The skinny teenager, barely 14, tugged at his hair. “They’re traffickers. Meta kids, mostly, so the Bats don’t do nothing. I- uh, I got caught.” He held up a thin wrist, showing Peter his new accessorie, a think metal bracelet that was beeping red.

Peter cursed in his head. Fuck, of course he’d stumble into a-

“Caught? You’re a meta?”

Frank nodded. “Strength. This is an inhibitor, illegal kind, you know?”

Well, that explained how he got all of those furniture without struggle.

“Right. Hey, don’t stress, kid, I’m a meta too.”

Frank blinked.

“What?”

Peter walked up the side of the car and did jazz hands.

“You’re a meta?! But- but you’re a mask operating in Gotham!”

“Yeah…? Is that weird?”

Before Frank could reply, Peter’s sense screamed and Spider-Man shoved Frank away from the spray of bullets.

“Move, Frank!”

Peter flipped away, vaguely aware of Frank’s gaping realization. He took down the shooters in quick succession, stopping the speeding car with his bare hands and some webs.

“Shooters, no shooting!” He yelled, liberally applying force he tended to keep under wraps. Frank was like a brother to him, and there is no universe where Peter Parker would hold back when his family was in danger.

When he got back to Frank, who had oddly stayed instead of running, Peter found out why the kid stayed.

“Peter?!” Frank hissed lowly, looking more pissed off than terrified. “Are you fucking insane?! Why are you running ‘round as a mask?!”

“Shhh!” Shit, he got made. “Come on, get back to the apartment and we can talk there. I’ll get rid of this-”

Peter casually snapped the bracelet in half, tearing the tracker out, and tucked it away to study later.

“Fuckin’- shit, fine, but you’re explaining everything, motherfucker!”

They split, Peter guessing correctly that he was in another lecture of a lifetime.

——

“Your vigilante name is Spiderman?”

“Hey, I can hear you say it without the hyphen! There’s a hyphen in there!”

“You’re not a man! You’re a twerp!”

“I’ll show you twerp, you-”

Five minutes of tussling later, in which Peter did not try to bite Frank’s arm off, thank you very much, Frank leaned back on the couch.

“Besides. People in the streets are calling you Spidey, anyways.”

“Spidey?”

“Some dude you saved from a mugging said you told him.”

Peter slammed his head on the floor where he was laying face down.

“Ughhhh.”

——

“He could have been great. I saw his potential.”

Anger. But he shouldn’t be afraid. The woman loved him.

“Hey, Peter. You’re up here again.”

“Hi.” Peter stayed curled up. His mind had refused him sleep for the last three nights, causing dark circles to appear underneath his eyes. The memories of what he assumed to be this world’s Peter was merging with his. What he’d seen so far did not fill him with confidence of a happy childhood. Flashes of wielding weapons, the sterile smell of a metal dissection table, and hundreds and hundreds of spiders crawling over him, getting startled into biting down. Plus, the stress of tracking down the meta trafficking circles in Gotham was no joke. He doesn’t know Gotham nearly as well as he knew New York, and he had to be extra careful running around and trying to catch every bit of the circle before making any moves. Frank was helping with his network of homeless Meta kids, but the traffickers were everywhere except for Crime Alley.

He should be dead. They sold his body to an organ harvester who dumped his venom filled corpse on the side of Gotham. At least he didn’t have to worry about killing his alternate version.

“Everything all right?” Red Robin clambered down to sit next to him, cowl hiding the concerned scrunch of his brow. He’s never seen Peter like this.

Peter grumbled, staring down at another alleyway. He knows his alternate died. His shit excuse for another sold his body to an organ harvester, when he seized on the operating table, who dumped his venom filled corpse on the side of Gotham. At least he didn’t have to worry about killing his alternate version. He does, however, have to worry about missing vital organs.

“I… remembered something.” Peter remembered a lot of things. And pretty much none of them were good. This Peter suffered a lot in his short life.

Red Robin nodded. The issue of Peter’s spotty memories had come up in their discussions over the past month.

“Ah. Something unpleasant?”

Peter thought back to the voice who, despite all of the other, highly traumatic memories, haunted his brain like nothing else.

“He didn’t live up to it. He refused to kill. So I made the decision for him.”

“Yeah. Not for me, but unpleasant that I know about it.”

“Yeah, I get that. You wanna talk about it?” Peter hid a small smile. Even though Red Robin kept his tone light, the concern still bled through. Warm. It made Peter feel warm. Even if it appeared that the Bats don’t really care about the trafficked meta kids… maybe Red Robin would come save normal kid Peter if he got kidnapped. A backup plan to consider. For now…

“Sure,” he said. Red Robin waited patiently.

“I think, I remember someone. Maybe, maybe my…” Peter grimaced. “My mom? She… told me something. And uh, I think I’maproductofrape.”

“Oh,” Red Robin said, so awkwardly that Peter had to crack a small smile despite the gravity of the topic. “I’m sorry.”

“Yeah. Me too. Not myself, but for…” Peter waved a hand. “You know.”

“Yeah.”

“She wasn’t a good person,” Peter whispered and hated how he missed the browns of her eyes- her middle name was Marie, and god, Peter wished he hadn’t known that because he gets why her eyes reminded him so much of his own mother- and she besmirched everything Mary Parker stood for.

“You have our combined potential, Peter. Make sure not to be like him too much and live up to it, papito.”

“It’s okay, to love her even if she hurt other people,” Red Robin said, gently ruffling his greasy hair. Peter’s spidey-sense tingled and he ducked away. Red Robin withdrew his hand. “Because you can’t really help that. Trust me, I’ve tried. You just have to make sure they don’t get the chance to do what they did again.”

Cold, cold voices and his voice gave out from screaming. “You really are your father’s son. Never being able to do what’s necessary.”

And Peter wondered what happened to Red Robin and who hurt him. Peter would just like to talk. Red Robin reminded him of himself, way back when being Spider-Man meant finding out Harry became Green Goblin. Pained. Tired.

“Yeah,” Peter agreed. But that’s not really a problem, considering the last thing the organ harvester said before dumping him in an alley. “She’s dead in a ditch in Siberia or something. I’m not really worried she’ll do it again.”

“Uh.”

“It’s cool,”

“Right. Have you… remembered your dad?”

“Yeah. He’s in Gotham,” Peter unfurled a little.

“You want help tracking him down? I’m good at that kind of thing.”

Peter glanced at Red Robin. “I think you just admitted to being a stalker.”

“Vigilante,” Red Robin shrugged, like it explained everything. And yeah, it kind of did. Peter snorted.

“Nah, it’s okay. I don’t want to meet him anyways.”

“Why not?”

“He doesn’t know about me,” Peter ticked off his fingers. “I’m a literal walking, talking, breathing reminder of his trauma. And I don’t need a dad.”

Red Robin looked at him silently. Peter doesn’t think about it.

He never wanted to see his parents suffer. An alternate version of his dad, hurt so irrevocably by an alternate version of his mom?

Peter hated that this Catalina dirtied his mother’s name, and went against the most fundamental parts of what the spider symbol was meant for. And considering he’s been doing this longer than her, he had first dibs on defining it. He’ll look after his dad, as long as he’s stuck in Gotham. It’s only right.

“His name? Oh, my son, it’s Richard Grayson.”

——

Peter, who Trusts his instincts: no head rubs?? awwwww

Tim, who’s been trying to get a dna sample for the last month: how does he keep evading me?? He must be a genius or a spy or- *spirals down the conspiracy board*

——

Tim: I’ve connected the dots!

Peter: you’ve connected jack shit

——

Listen, the moment I learned Catalina Flores’ middle name, the pieces clicked, okay? Like legos. It’s like, former FBI agent in this one and former CIA agent in Peter’s home universe? Wow. Middle name Marie? Mary Parker? Incredible. Spider themes run in the blood apparently?? They both have brown eyes!! Trying to do good with no qualms about murder!! (I’m assuming since Mary Parker was SHIELD and I don’t think SHIELD cared much for the sanctity of human life if it threatened the country or something)

#tw: implied/referenced rape/noncon #Peter Parker #I think you know who his mom is #nightwing #batman #red robin #Frank the Crime Alley kid #Tim Drake #Tw: mentions of torture #Tw: human experimentation #bruce wayne #dick Grayson #gotham #Tw: mentions of human trafficking #Catalina Marie Flores #tarantula #Spider in Gotham AU

[moistrodent]

I love how Hazbin Hotel brushed over Angel Dust’s drug use, because in the eyes of the show drug use isn’t something very traumatic, leads to much more vulnerable to human and sex trafficking, SA, and abusive relationships. Drug use is very complicated but in Hazbin Hotel Angel Dust’s drug problem is mentioned like…four times and one of those three times was a fucking joke. Drug use is often very misrepresented in media, also being an addict doesn’t make you a bad person, drug use shouldn't be criminalised (it makes it much harder to seek help), and rehab shouldn’t expensive as fuck. And also Angel Dust’s name? Weird as shit. That’s like naming your OC crack. It’s treating Angel Dust like he’s only his addiction wich is really horrible representation for obvious reasons. Vivziepop does not know how to represent serious topics, she either uses it for fetish bait or an actual literal joke. Also his name? Doesn’t make any sense. The effects of PCP were discovered over ten years after Angel Dust canonically died. It’s so clear Vivzepop didn’t do any research on the topic she’s trying to represent, it takes five seconds to google this shit.

#tw drugs #tw drug use #tw sa #tw sa mention #tw abuse #tw human trafficking #tw sex trafficking #anti hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel critical #hazbin hotel critique #anti vivziepop #vivziepop critical #vivziepop criticism #txt post #tw swearing #tw fetishization

[jedi-enthusiast]

Debunking the "The Jedi are Evil" Theory Made by The Film Theorists PT 4

Point 4 - The Jedi are a Cult

(TW: Human Trafficking, SA in regards to Human Trafficking)

Oh boy! We've finally gotten to the point that every single anti-Jedi idiot makes when they claim that the Jedi are evil!

Let's see what exactly Matthew says about it:

"The Jedi Order is a irrevocable cult that lands somewhere between an involuntary boot camp and human trafficking!"

Wow, that's quite a claim! Surely if you're making a claim like that, you've checked to make sure that the Jedi Order fits at least one of those definitions, right?

Let's check!

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Cult Definition:

"A relatively small group of people having beliefs or practices, especially relating to religion, that are regarded by others as strange or sinister or as imposing excessive control over members." - via Oxford Dictionary, according to Google

The Jedi Order is about a group of 10,000 during the Prequels, so not exactly what I would call small--but sure, I'll give you small, since that's a pretty negligible amount of people in the galaxy.

Their beliefs and practices are rarely seen as a bit odd by people who aren't Jedi and/or haven't ever interacted with the Jedi, but for the most part people just regard their practices as hard to follow--since they practice a lot of self control and emotional regulation (which is healthy)--but ultimately good. Their beliefs definitely aren't regarded as "sinister."

The only people we see that even come close to believing that are the protesters in TCW, but they just think the Jedi are wrong for fighting in the war. It's nothing about their beliefs or practices.

And the Jedi certainly don't exercise "excessive control" over their members.

Many of the members dress differently, we're shown that the Jedi often disagree with each other and interpret their philosophy differently, the Jedi can leave the Order whenever they want, many members of the Order also practice the cultures of their homeworlds, people are literally appointed to the Council for thinking differently because the Jedi want to have differing viewpoints brought up, etc.

They even bend their own fucking rules sometimes to help their fellow Jedi!

Once a female Jedi fell in love and got pregnant and hid it, and Yoda and Dooku literally had a conversation where Yoda said point blank that they would've helped her, if they'd have known about it!

Literally the only things that the Jedi are anal about are:

1. Don't kill or hurt people, except as a last resort.

and 2. don't turn to the Dark Side (and I've already outlined why that's bad).

And even when people do turn to the Dark Side and hurt people, the Jedi fucking help them! They, of course, hold them accountable for their actions, but they try to help them turn back to Light and do better in the future!

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Welp, they obviously don't fit the definition of a cult. Let's see about the next definition--involuntary boot camp.

Involuntary Definition:

"Done against someone's will; compulsory." - via Google

Boot Camp Definition:

"A place for training soldiers, especially new recruits." - via Google

Considering that parents willingly give up their children to the Jedi Order and then those children--when they grow up--choose to stay, since we've already established that they can leave at any time, I'd say that the Jedi Order definitely isn't involuntary.

And, as I've said before, the Jedi Order is a religious institution--not a militia--and even the work they do for the Republic is primarily diplomatic and peacekeeping ventures. So they're definitely not a boot camp either.

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Wow, that's two definitions down that the Jedi definitely don't fit!

This next one's quite a serious claim, though, so the Jedi must fit this one--because it'd be pretty tone deaf and shitty to make said claim without it actually being true, right?

Human Trafficking Definition:

"Human trafficking is the trade of humans for the purpose of forced labour, sexual slavery, or commercial sexual exploitation." - via Wikipedia

HOLY SHIT, YOU COULD NOT BE MORE WRONG!

The Jedi do not "trade" their initiates, they do not force them into labor, and they certainly don't sexually exploit them--what the actual fuck is wrong with you to make this claim?

Especially when nothing we're shown is even remotely close to coming near this definition--even in the worst bad-faith reading of SW media.

Wow, so not a single thing that Matthew assigns the Jedi is actually something they fit the definition of. Imagine that.

#star wars #sw prequels #the clone wars #pro jedi #pro jedi council #pro jedi order #in defense of the jedi #in defense of the jedi council #tw sa mention #tw human trafficking

[snowe-zolynn-rogers]

I’m curious as to how ruin managed to save himself from being sold, like how exactly did he act during and before the auctioning (I already know he probably got the barcode tattoo and name branding if eclipse, and the twins went through that)

Ruin basically behaved all the way through getting his brand and barcode tattoo and all the sexual harassment at the auction, up until he was up on stage for auction.

Once on the stage, Ruin promptly began to attack himself and scratch and claw and bite himself to show that he wasn't marketable nor sellable. Going so far that he bit off several of his fingers and threw them at the auctioneer. He basically portrayed himself as so batshit insane that nobody wanted to buy him and Moon was forced to take him home.

#sun and moon show #sams #five nights at freddy's #fnaf #bid to lose au #fnaf ruin eclipse #fnaf moon #snoweyanswers #hi ather #tw human trafficking mention #tw harassment mention #tw branding mention

[headmateeconomy]

this shit is insane, I cannot imagine buying people or selling them, even if they don't have a physical body. as a sys this sickens me. not only is it a huge scam. even if it wasn't it would still be absolutely horrible.. I won't tell u to kys or whatever but seriously, don't promote this ):

-🎸

this isnt sick and this isnt a scam. im not sure if you have an understanding of how this works, but everyone consents so it is alright. -🏹

#asks #headmate economy #tw syscourse #tw anti headmate market #tw human trafficking mention #tw kys mention #headmate market #selling headmates #plural community #plural system #system pride

[stardustdiiving]

Lyney & Lynette childhood trauma & subsequent codependency makes me so miserable. They’re explicitly described as children who seem too mature for their age in a way that makes an adult helping them worry about what they’ve gone through as a result and specifically points out the fact they only rely on each other as potentially worrying and feels sad he can’t do more to help them….

On the codependency note…obviously I’m not saying it’s bad Lyney & Lynette have each other to rely on but reading their character stories where Lyney asks Arlecchino for a delusion because he’s anxious he can’t be with Lynette on missions, since she has a Vision now & is getting assigned work only fit for Vision bearers…the way he talks about having his sense of trust obliterated by adults exploiting them as young children and how they’re now the “truest thing each other has in the world” bc they had to be so hypervigilant as children to survive makes me so sad. The fact he like….knows what he said to Jemma would hurt because he’s also so used to depending on other person to make life feel worth it

Especially when Lyney discusses this in tandem with his fear of drowning in the amount of secrecy and dissociation from himself he puts up around people

They literally looked like this…by this point theyd already experienced the aristocrat exploiting Lyney’s magic skills and Lynette being trafficked. Man

#lyney #Lynette #lyney storyquest spoilers #genshin #fern.txt #fandomferns #child abuse tw #human trafficking mention #I feel like I should put some sort of tags on here . oh thr Genshin impact post. A

[csaventing]

Every time i call my trauma for sex trafficking i feel so guilty and terrible because my memories are so fragmented and blurry im scared what if im just telling a lie?

.

#survivor #tw csa implied #tw csa #csa vent #trauma vent #actually traumatized #trauma #tw csa mention #tw csa vent #tw human trafficking #tw trafficking

[blackbutler-readerinsertsandjunk]

I got a request for a audio, a situation where listener and Doll are watching a documentary about kidnapped children of London, and then Doll be like " That's fake, We haven't even got that many children" An listener be like "excuse me, What?!?!" XD something like that hehehe

I'm assuming this is for the Terms of Service AU, DELICIOUSLY DEVIOUS!!

enjooooy~

do you dare open the app after your companion crashed it while watching this documentary...?

sound effects from https://freesfx.co.uk/

(in addition to Freckles' voice, I also improv'd and voiced the fake documentary narration!)

transcript below the cut!

AUDIO START

[KUROSHITSUJI app start: ascending bubble tone, chimes, and a cute female voice saying “Kuroshitsuji!”]

“’Ey! Whatcha watchin’? Oh… documen’ary? Oh, that’s like… that’s like a show… like, based on… real stuff, innit? Wot’s it ‘bout? Oh, okay, watch with y’. Sure.”

(female documentary narrator on TV) “The Victorian era in England was a time of great culture and innovation.”

“Ohhhhh…!”

(female documentary narrator on TV) “However, this period was also not without its own unique problems.”

“So it’s about the Victorian era. Hm…”

(female documentary narrator on TV) “Many of the Victorian era’s flaws stemmed from social issues. Although the statistics are a bit murky… it’s estimated that in the later years of the Victorian era, at least 500 children had gone missing.”

“Wh… ‘uh? ‘Undreds?? C’mon! Oh, ain’t no way. We didn’t take that many.”

(female documentary narrator on TV) “Many of them were the victims of kidnapping, human trafficking, and murder.”

“Uh… ah… I mea… ah…”

(chuckles nervously)

“Sorry, I… I don’t know why I said that. I dunno wot I’m talkin’ ‘bout… uh…”

(female documentary narrator on TV) “An unfortunate black mark on London’s history…”

“Wot the… ah…”

(female documentary narrator on TV) “… The sad truth is that many of these disappearances were never resolved.”

“Uh! Sorry, um… y-y’ mind if we watch somethin’ else? I dunno… this one’s… kinda disturbin’, don’t y’ think? Ah…”

(female documentary narrator on TV) “There are speculations that, in the later years, some of the kidnappings may have had something to do with a local circus.”

“Mnh…”

[KUROSHITSUJI app voice: “KUROSHITSUJI app crashed. Fatal error.”]

(female documentary narrator on TV) “While these claims are mostly unfounded, there is some evidence to suggest…”

END AUDIO

#kidnapping mention tw #human trafficking mention tw #Black Butler #Kuroshitsuji #Doll/Freckles #audio #romantic #platonic #drama #idk does this count as horror???? I'm not sure based on Doll's reaction alone #tho the implication that your A.I. companion might have once been a real person with involvement in child kidnappings is... deffo horrific #sooooo XD #anyway I think this came out really good!!! #it's always a lot of work and editing to do two voices in one audio and one reacting to the other/reacting to each other #but it absolutely always pays off so I'm really proud of this one!! #one hell of a queue

[snowe-zolynn-rogers]

I have a new AU as it turns out.

Moon gets fed up with Eclipse coming back after Lunar kills him and legit sells Eclipse to whoever bids the highest.

Is Eclipse happy? No. Is Solar happy with Moon's decision? No. Is Ruin happy? No. Sun is happy as a clam and Lunar is pleased. Earth is quite disappointed but won't voice her opinion on the situation.

And how is Eclipse treated? Absolutely awful. His magic got stripped from him and he's treated like a servant and pet to abuse.

#sun and moon show #sams #five nights at freddy's #fnaf #bid to lose au #fnaf eclipse #fnaf moon #fnaf solar #fnaf ruin eclipse #fnaf sun #fnaf lunar #fnaf earth #snoweytrashposts #snoweytalks #snoweyrambles #snoweyrants #tw human trafficking mention #is it human trafficking if they're a robot? to me: yes #tw abuse mention

[eversincedeath]

I cannot express in words how frustrated and angry I get when I hear people say that child trafficking is a myth. What absolutely shocks me, is how ignorant these people can be, with no interest in developing any knowledge or understanding around the complexities of this devastating global issue.

It’s time for people to wake up and accept the fact that child trafficking is a serious crime that’s happening all around the world, in plain sight - right next to them. The sheer number of children taken away from their families, held in captivity, and exploited for labor and sex is absolutely harrowing. To think that people won’t accept the reality of this rampant and abhorrent form of exploitation is simply disgusting. No child should have to suffer such injustice, yet this sickening and violent practice continues to affect millions of innocent children every year. Just because there isn’t an easy solution for this crisis doesn’t make it a “myth”. Poor law enforcement, lack of awareness, and corrupt mechanisms all play a complex role in allowing this crime to continue. If people can’t see that widespread child trafficking is a real problem and it needs to be acted upon, then I simply don’t know what else to say. It’s time to stop ignoring the truth and do something about it.

We need to make sure that this global crisis is pushed to the top of the agenda - because it deserves urgent attention and developments in legislation and action. It’s time to shine a light on this horrifying reality and do something to help those innocent children who are suffering right under our noses. It’s time to stand up and not turn a blind eye on child trafficking any longer.

CHILD TRAFFICKING IS NOT A MYTH!

#child trafficking #child trauma #human trafficking #trafficking tw #awareness #controversy #trafficking mention #cw trafficking #sounds of freedom