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Stop abusing your boyfriends and yes what you are doing is abuse.
Stop:
Yelling at him in front of his friends
Hitting or slapping him when he does or says something you don’t like
Telling him he doesn’t have a choice when it comes to decisions that involve both of you
Telling him he can’t hang out with friends because you don’t like him
Telling him to not talk to other girls even if they are his friend
Forcing him to spend every moment with you
Belittling him and pointing out all his flaws
Calling him stupid or making fun of him for making a mistake
Threatening to break up with him if he doesn’t do what you want
Being emotionally manipulative and crying until he does what you want
Accusing him of cheating every time he’s not with you
Blow up is phone if he doesn’t text you every five minutes
Telling him you are the must thing that has ever happened to him and no one else will love
Physically attacking him when ever you are mad
Forcing him to have sex despite that fact that he said he didn’t want to
Invading his privacy by going through his phone
Getting mad at him for changing his password and demanding he tell you what it is
If a guy did any of these things to a girl it would be considered abuse but since its the other way around its considered normal. Throughout High school I saw many girl treating their boyfriends like shit. Sometime even physically abusing them in the hallways and no one trying to stop it because its a girl attacking a boy.
Boys: If your girlfriend does anything on this list leave her. It is abuse and you deserve better.
Girls: if you find your self doing anything on this list to your boyfriend you need to knock it off because you are being abusive.
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My brother was abused by his babies mom and it started like this and escalated to child abuse and neglect.
You don’t deserve to be screamed at, ignored, or assaulted.
Not showing affection when she wants or not hugging her before class) or missing a phone call doesn’t warrant getting cussed out or hit.
Lol, I lost 5 followers from reblogging this. That’s fine, y'all can go
Whole lot of grown women do this too.
Just wanna throw these in too
Being passive aggressive with him when he wants to spend time with friends or doing other things
controlling when he’s able to go out with friends
Breaking up his friendships with other girls just because you’re insecure
Making him feel like his opinions in decisions that affect the both of you are irrelevant and don’t matter
testing him in anyway in general without his knowledge or permission (example: catfishing! it’s manipulative and weird don’t fucking do that)
taking money/credit cards without permission to spend on things without his knowledge ( had an ex friend do this constantly to her boyfriend and she’d always condone it because “he’ll get over it” )
guilting him for hanging out with friends/family over you and making him choose between you and friends/family
telling him “you don’t love me if you *insert harmless activity he wants to do here* “
being rude or mean to him in front of others to assert dominance or power over him
downloading apps to spy on his phone activity (yes, this is a thing “”regular”” people do) or snooping on his social media to see who he’s talking to
hitting him, slapping him, punching him, shoving him. literally how do people not understand slapping your male partner is bad. people tend to find this funny in media and society and its weird. KEEP YOUR HANDS OFF YOUR PARTNER WITHOUT PERMISSION.
I come from a family of very forward and manipulative women and i see it in media all the time. it’s fucked and people need to not be accepting of young girls acting like snot-nosed, abusive shit heads that think they can get away with manipulation and cruelty because they happen to be girls.
and let me add this. ABUSIVE TEEN GIRLFRIENDS TURN INTO ABUSIVE GROWN ASS WOMEN GIRLFRIENDS WHO TURN INTO ABUSIVE WIVES.
if you have an abusive teen or young adult gf right now fellas, leave. don’t let her use you to get her shit right. you’ll be so fucked up by the time she gets it together if she ever does and believe that most likely she won’t.
Can i just add that ive seen young queer girls do this to their girlfriends. Girls can be abusers and you are right to leave.
I thought the coyote stretching its paws was cute so I made a GIF of it.
Why is the coyote on some sort of public transportation
This coyote is on a Portland metro area light rail train, and a few years ago it became a weirdly common issue around here?? They learned to use the trains to get to and from different forested areas, like from the Nike World HQ to the woods at Willow Creek. They’d ride really early in the morning when there aren’t a lot of people using transit. It made the news a couple times, the coyotes pretty used to people.
Similarly, pariah dogs in Moscow also ride the subway to get around.
‘Royal Dog’ has been the topic of the internet for his graffiti work of black women wearing hanbok along with the Korean text ‘a flower has bloomed’ in four different cities including LA and San Francisco.
I can imagine there’s been some clap back about appropriation, not realizing that the US military’s presence has intermingled and married into the locals, and that there are Koreans with black ancestry. It’s nice to see some of that represented since those women/people get a lot of crap for being “mixed.”
^^^!!! Important addition, including that the fact Royal Dog himself is Korean.
So many of my friends and family on base got slack like this, not feeling like they belonged in either race and colorism being such a huge part of Korean community (much like other East Asian communities). Only recieved worse feelings when they were stationed in their mother’s home country.
First black Quadruplets The Fultz girls were born May 23, 1946. Along with being the first black quads, they were also the first identical quads to survive birth in the world.
Their parents already had 6 children at home, father was a sharecropper and mother was deaf and mute. Now what I found shocking was the fact that the doctor took it upon himself to name the girls, all Mary then with names of his family members! Apparently this was looked at as ok and not a big deal because of the times, black parents, especially poor ones had no say.
Read the passage below for more:
With no incubator, Klenner improvised cotton gauze blankets and laid the newborns together for warmth. The doctor meanwhile took it upon himself to name the girls – all of them Mary, followed by the names of the women in the Klenner family. There was Ann, for the doctor’s wife; Louise, his daughter; Alice, his aunt; and Catherine, his great-aunt.
To the delivery nurse, who is black, it didn’t seem strange.
“At that time, you know, it was before integration,” Margaret Ware, 79, recalled recently. “They did us how they wanted. And these were very poor people. He was a sharecropper, Pete was, and she couldn’t read or write.”
Sadly only one of the girls (Catherine) is still alive and she can not afford any of her and her sisters history. No instead she just looks at the pictures at auctions of herself and her sisters while others buy them for collectibles of “Black Americana”. That alone is a crime! If anyone has or sees any photo or other item and can afford to purchase it; the item should go to her if she wants it.
Here is the complete article with further information:
at work we have a family of three huskies who come in for daycare and everyone calls them “the mafia” it makes me so happy because occasionally out of nowhere someone over the radios will say “we’re sending in the mafia” and then three huskies barrel their way inside and usually slip and fall on the tile ajfjajg
the white one is zephyr but everyone calls him the godfather and his sisters follow him around everywhere and they’re a tiny gang which i love
Hey if you’re ever embarrassed by any scars you have just remember that I have a three inch scar down the length of my forearm from where I scratched myself on a microwave while cleaning
Hey reblog this with your odd scar stories cause I think it’s cute and I wanna read em
i stabbed myself in the palm of my hand while trying to aggressively cut frozen butter with a table knife. i was high as fuck and severed a major nerve, and as a result, not only do i have a weird palm scar i also don’t have any feeling in the tip of my right index finger.
I have a bunch of scars from Dumb Shit
™ but my most recent was opening a bottle of wine, a huuuuuuge bottle of wine which I ummmm drunkenly liberated from one of the outdoor bars at a really overpriced halloween party, with my husband’s pocket knife.
It isn’t a swiss army with tools or anything, I just thought I could poke the cork down into the bottle with it. Good news, I opened the bottle. Bad news, I nearly froze to death because I had to use my coat to cover the huge bottle of stolen wine in my hand.
I have a tiny white scar on my finger from when I was hacking up a cauliflower in my hand and drove the knife directly into the tip of my index finger
I got a pocketknife from cub scouts back when i was in 2nd grade (i think) and one day I was bored so I just decided to try cutting a colored pencil in half. But I was holding it in my fist, so the knife encountered an obstacle. That obstacle being my left index finger. I had to get two stitches.
I have a scar on my stomach from when my mom asked me to come get the five year old we’d been babysitting so her mother could get her ready to go. She doesn’t want to and bites me on the stomach and took off a lot of skin
I have a lightning-bolt shaped scar in my eyebrow from being shoved into a bunk bed while in daycare. Makes it real easy to go as Harry Potter for Halloween.
In the ‘dumb shit I did to myself’ category, I was making lampwork glass beads in my high school shop after school (this was about nine years ago. This involves sitting in front of a torch and melting glass onto a metal rod called a mandrill, then putting the mandrills with baby beads into an annealing oven, which is a sort of kiln that slowly brings the temperature down so the glass won’t get too cool too quickly and shatter. I was bringing a mandrill to the oven so I could put it in, realized there wasn’t enough room, and reached in to move a mandrill aside.
I immediately regretted this action. The oven was… very very hot. Don’t have numbers, but it was hot enough to immediately produce twin burns on my thumb and index finger tip. The scars have mostly faded, but it’s only been within the last two years or so that I stopped getting jabs of pain if something presses against the spot…
I have a scar on my right forearm, right next to a mole, from brushing my arm against the racks in the oven. I also have several burn scars on the backs of both my hands from hot glue gunning various projects.
Then there’s the scar on the base of my right index finger from where I broke a plate and got part of it shoved into my finger.
Oh and the indent in my forehead from where my brother tossed a spatula that accidentally hit me right between the eyes.
Then I also have some scars on my lower legs that come from my tendency to pick at bug bite scabs.
I cut my forearm in an awkwardly self-harm-y way by failing to catch an unexpectedly sharp paperback–fortunately that scar’s faded. I sliced my finger open by sticking my hand into a sink that turned out to contain a mandolin slicer. And I broke my toe walking into the furniture at @alpacamyhedgehog‘s house.
I have a scar on my left middle finger from where I was peeling an orange with a knife, said knife slipped, and cut a nice little flap into my finger. Probably should have gotten stitches for this one. It does allow me to say to people though, “Hey, wanna see my scar?” and then proceed to give them the New Jersey state bird.
I also have a scar on the bridge of my nose from where I got hit by a flying wooden baseball bat and it pushed my glasses into my skin and cut it. Probably should have gone to the hospital to make sure I didn’t have a concussion for this one.
But the dumbest one is probably this: It’s fainter now, but I have an inch and a half long scar on my right ankle from where I was first learning how to shave my leg, put a little too much pressure into it, and took off a strip of skin. I, in all of my 12 year old wisdom, decided to tell everyone I slid into a chain link fence in my backyard instead.
(Note that this post does not count all of the dumbass injuries I’ve gotten that technically didn’t leave scars behind…there are a lot of those too…)
I have a fingernail shaped scar at the base of my middle finger on my right hand. I got it from walking down a school hallway with my arm around my friend’s shoulder and my hand scraped against a sign/plaque outside of a classroom that turned out to have rather sharp edges.
I think I also have a shaving scar on one of my knees because I’d switched to a new razor and pressed too hard because I’d been using a blunt one for too long.
I have a scar in my left knee from tripping and scraping it too many time as a kid. There’s one on my right forearm from a Burger King fryer basket. It’s faded, but still has an interesting shape. I have one on my right hand from playing with my cat. I was dangling a toy for her, and she caught my hand instead.