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        glyndarling:

aerylon:

loloftheday:

Let’s see you little punks smash my letterbox now

This reminds me of this guy who used to live on my dad’s street.  

Every time it snowed, the snow plow would take out his mailbox - and only his mail box.  And just to be clear - it was done intentionally.  No one knows why, but the driver of the snow plow would target his box and mow it down.  He’d call the DOT to complain, and would get an earful of excuses that amounted to “not our fault you have a wimpy mailbox.”  

Fast forward to the next winter.  First decent snow starts falling, and every kid is hoping for a snow day.  It was right around 4:30 am that the whole neighborhood was woken up to this loud CLANG and the screech of tearing metal.  My dad made it to the window first and started laughing his ass off.

Sitting out side was one very totaled, and almost ripped in half, snow plow.  And these weren’t little pick-up trucks with a blade on the front, we have these up in NY:

Well, turns out over the summer, my dad’s neighbor got himself a backhoe and sank a steel I beam into the ground in his front yard.  Then he covered it with a decorative wood sleeve and topped it with a brand new mailbox.  When the snowplow driver tried to mow it down it was a bad case of immovable object meets unstoppable force - and the mailbox won.  With the plow firmly impaled on the I beam, it was very clear that the driver had gone out of his way to hit it.  

Naturally, the DOT wasn’t happy, and the neighbor’s reply was simple: “Not my faulty you have a wimpy snowplow.”  They did try to sue him for the damages, but as he had gone to the town, gotten approval for the post and its installation, and made sure everything was up to code, it was thrown out pretty quick.  

And for anyone wondering about the driver…  He was fine.  His job and tighty-whiteys … not so much.


That is a very satisfying read.
: 1AM
glyndarling:

aerylon:

loloftheday:

Let’s see you little punks smash my letterbox now

This reminds me of this guy who used to live on my dad’s street.  

Every time it snowed, the snow plow would take out his mailbox - and only his mail box.  And just to be clear - it was done intentionally.  No one knows why, but the driver of the snow plow would target his box and mow it down.  He’d call the DOT to complain, and would get an earful of excuses that amounted to “not our fault you have a wimpy mailbox.”  

Fast forward to the next winter.  First decent snow starts falling, and every kid is hoping for a snow day.  It was right around 4:30 am that the whole neighborhood was woken up to this loud CLANG and the screech of tearing metal.  My dad made it to the window first and started laughing his ass off.

Sitting out side was one very totaled, and almost ripped in half, snow plow.  And these weren’t little pick-up trucks with a blade on the front, we have these up in NY:

Well, turns out over the summer, my dad’s neighbor got himself a backhoe and sank a steel I beam into the ground in his front yard.  Then he covered it with a decorative wood sleeve and topped it with a brand new mailbox.  When the snowplow driver tried to mow it down it was a bad case of immovable object meets unstoppable force - and the mailbox won.  With the plow firmly impaled on the I beam, it was very clear that the driver had gone out of his way to hit it.  

Naturally, the DOT wasn’t happy, and the neighbor’s reply was simple: “Not my faulty you have a wimpy snowplow.”  They did try to sue him for the damages, but as he had gone to the town, gotten approval for the post and its installation, and made sure everything was up to code, it was thrown out pretty quick.  

And for anyone wondering about the driver…  He was fine.  His job and tighty-whiteys … not so much.


That is a very satisfying read.

        

            
            

                
                
                    glyndarling:

aerylon:

loloftheday:

Let’s see you little punks smash my letterbox now

This reminds me of this guy who used to live on my dad’s street.  

Every time it snowed, the snow plow would take out his mailbox - and only his mail box.  And just to be clear - it was done intentionally.  No one knows why, but the driver of the snow plow would target his box and mow it down.  He’d call the DOT to complain, and would get an earful of excuses that amounted to “not our fault you have a wimpy mailbox.”  

Fast forward to the next winter.  First decent snow starts falling, and every kid is hoping for a snow day.  It was right around 4:30 am that the whole neighborhood was woken up to this loud CLANG and the screech of tearing metal.  My dad made it to the window first and started laughing his ass off.

Sitting out side was one very totaled, and almost ripped in half, snow plow.  And these weren’t little pick-up trucks with a blade on the front, we have these up in NY:

Well, turns out over the summer, my dad’s neighbor got himself a backhoe and sank a steel I beam into the ground in his front yard.  Then he covered it with a decorative wood sleeve and topped it with a brand new mailbox.  When the snowplow driver tried to mow it down it was a bad case of immovable object meets unstoppable force - and the mailbox won.  With the plow firmly impaled on the I beam, it was very clear that the driver had gone out of his way to hit it.  

Naturally, the DOT wasn’t happy, and the neighbor’s reply was simple: “Not my faulty you have a wimpy snowplow.”  They did try to sue him for the damages, but as he had gone to the town, gotten approval for the post and its installation, and made sure everything was up to code, it was thrown out pretty quick.  

And for anyone wondering about the driver…  He was fine.  His job and tighty-whiteys … not so much.


That is a very satisfying read.
: 1AM
glyndarling:

aerylon:

loloftheday:

Let’s see you little punks smash my letterbox now

This reminds me of this guy who used to live on my dad’s street.  

Every time it snowed, the snow plow would take out his mailbox - and only his mail box.  And just to be clear - it was done intentionally.  No one knows why, but the driver of the snow plow would target his box and mow it down.  He’d call the DOT to complain, and would get an earful of excuses that amounted to “not our fault you have a wimpy mailbox.”  

Fast forward to the next winter.  First decent snow starts falling, and every kid is hoping for a snow day.  It was right around 4:30 am that the whole neighborhood was woken up to this loud CLANG and the screech of tearing metal.  My dad made it to the window first and started laughing his ass off.

Sitting out side was one very totaled, and almost ripped in half, snow plow.  And these weren’t little pick-up trucks with a blade on the front, we have these up in NY:

Well, turns out over the summer, my dad’s neighbor got himself a backhoe and sank a steel I beam into the ground in his front yard.  Then he covered it with a decorative wood sleeve and topped it with a brand new mailbox.  When the snowplow driver tried to mow it down it was a bad case of immovable object meets unstoppable force - and the mailbox won.  With the plow firmly impaled on the I beam, it was very clear that the driver had gone out of his way to hit it.  

Naturally, the DOT wasn’t happy, and the neighbor’s reply was simple: “Not my faulty you have a wimpy snowplow.”  They did try to sue him for the damages, but as he had gone to the town, gotten approval for the post and its installation, and made sure everything was up to code, it was thrown out pretty quick.  

And for anyone wondering about the driver…  He was fine.  His job and tighty-whiteys … not so much.


That is a very satisfying read.

                    
                
            

            
            
        

    

    

        
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        I love this so much: writing-prompt-s
 A dating service where matching is based
 people's search history exists. You're a serial killer.
 You go on a date with a writer.
 endreams-s
 Serial Killer: metaphorically, if you were to kill
 someone, how would you do it?
 Writer: Air shot between the toes, it'll look like a
 heart attack.
 Serial Killer who is obviously in love already: *sucks
 in a breath* ok
 fangoddess817
 Writer: how long would it take to die if you were to
 potentially stab someone in the guts
 Serial killer: anywhere from 2 to 30 minutes
 Writer, already bringing a ring out: *shaking* thanks
 December C) Baby
 infinityonthot
 A++ addition
 tetsuskitten
 Writer: *shows the serial killer the murder scene
 they're writing* babe, i'm not sure if this would
 actually work?
 Serial killer: *kisses writer on the forehead and
 leaves, comes back later, a suspicious scent of blood
 coming off them* it works baby, you're doing great
 tigerliliesandcherryblossoms
 I LOVE THIS
 vmohlere
 Oh no, murder comedy is my jam
 laziestofthedreamers
 I love this, I love all of this, but quick question, does
 the author know? Like are they aware that their
 significant other is a serial killer or do they just think
 that they have a morbid sense of humor? It'd be
 even funnier if the author had no fucking clue, like
 how Aurthur Conan Doyle was apparently stupidly
 gullible, and on top of it they're a horror or crime
 novelist. Like the serial killer works at a butcher shop
 or something so it's completely normal for them to
 come home smelling like blood, no murders going on
 here, no sirey. Just my darling coming back home
 from a long day at work.
 Now fast forward a bit and the author has managed
 to get their first book published, with loving support
 from the serial killer who helped them fine tune all
 the murder scenes, and it's a big hit. Enough so that
 detective with the local police department has
 noticed some disturbing similarities to several active
 cases, including details that were never released to
 the press. Obviously he brings this up to his superior
 and convinces him that there's something to the
 theory, but it's all circumstantial right now. He stakes
 out the author's home and is super convinced that
 the author is the murderer, but they don't seem to do
 anything??? Like they literally are at the house all
 day, that's it. Most they do is leave for groceries.
 So you get this dynamic of the serial killer mining the
 author for creative murder schemes, the author
 being lovingly encouraged by the serial killer, and
 finally the detective who is just so sure that the
 author is the killer and that if he sticks it out long
 enough he'll FINALLY have proof.
 annieutimagines
 Plot twist, The serial killer and detective use to go
 out so it gets sub what personal.
 "You need to stop seeing them. I think they are a
 serial killer."
 Serial killer breaths in. "Look-"
I love this so much
        

            
            

                
                
                    I love this so much: writing-prompt-s
 A dating service where matching is based
 people's search history exists. You're a serial killer.
 You go on a date with a writer.
 endreams-s
 Serial Killer: metaphorically, if you were to kill
 someone, how would you do it?
 Writer: Air shot between the toes, it'll look like a
 heart attack.
 Serial Killer who is obviously in love already: *sucks
 in a breath* ok
 fangoddess817
 Writer: how long would it take to die if you were to
 potentially stab someone in the guts
 Serial killer: anywhere from 2 to 30 minutes
 Writer, already bringing a ring out: *shaking* thanks
 December C) Baby
 infinityonthot
 A++ addition
 tetsuskitten
 Writer: *shows the serial killer the murder scene
 they're writing* babe, i'm not sure if this would
 actually work?
 Serial killer: *kisses writer on the forehead and
 leaves, comes back later, a suspicious scent of blood
 coming off them* it works baby, you're doing great
 tigerliliesandcherryblossoms
 I LOVE THIS
 vmohlere
 Oh no, murder comedy is my jam
 laziestofthedreamers
 I love this, I love all of this, but quick question, does
 the author know? Like are they aware that their
 significant other is a serial killer or do they just think
 that they have a morbid sense of humor? It'd be
 even funnier if the author had no fucking clue, like
 how Aurthur Conan Doyle was apparently stupidly
 gullible, and on top of it they're a horror or crime
 novelist. Like the serial killer works at a butcher shop
 or something so it's completely normal for them to
 come home smelling like blood, no murders going on
 here, no sirey. Just my darling coming back home
 from a long day at work.
 Now fast forward a bit and the author has managed
 to get their first book published, with loving support
 from the serial killer who helped them fine tune all
 the murder scenes, and it's a big hit. Enough so that
 detective with the local police department has
 noticed some disturbing similarities to several active
 cases, including details that were never released to
 the press. Obviously he brings this up to his superior
 and convinces him that there's something to the
 theory, but it's all circumstantial right now. He stakes
 out the author's home and is super convinced that
 the author is the murderer, but they don't seem to do
 anything??? Like they literally are at the house all
 day, that's it. Most they do is leave for groceries.
 So you get this dynamic of the serial killer mining the
 author for creative murder schemes, the author
 being lovingly encouraged by the serial killer, and
 finally the detective who is just so sure that the
 author is the killer and that if he sticks it out long
 enough he'll FINALLY have proof.
 annieutimagines
 Plot twist, The serial killer and detective use to go
 out so it gets sub what personal.
 "You need to stop seeing them. I think they are a
 serial killer."
 Serial killer breaths in. "Look-"
I love this so much
                    
                
            

            
            
        

    

    

        
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        I would watch the hell out of this: writing-prompt-s
 A dating service where matching is based on
 people's search history exists. You're a serial killer.
 You go on a date with a writer.
 endreams-s
 Serial Killer: metaphorically, if you were to kill
 someone, how would you do it?
 Writer: Air shot between the toes, it'll look like a heart
 attack
 Serial Killer who is obviously in love already: "sucks in
 a breath ok
 fangoddess817
 Writer: how long would it take to die if you were to
 potentially stab someone in the guts
 Serial killer: anywhere from 2 to 30 minutes
 Writer, already bringing a ring out: "shaking thanks
 infinityonthot
 A++ addition
 tetsuskitten
 Writer: "shows the serial killer the murder scene
 they're writing
 actually work?
 babe, i'm not sure if this would
 Serial killer: "kisses writer on the forehead and
 leaves, comes back later, a suspicious scent of blood
 coming off them* it works baby, you're doing great
 tigerliliesandcherryblossoms
 ILOVE THIS
 vmohlere
 Oh no, murder comedy is my jam
 laziestofthedreamers
 Ilove this, I love all of this, but quick question, does
 the author know? Like are they aware that their
 significant other is a serial killer or do they just think
 that they have a morbid sense of humor? It'd be even
 funnier if the author had no fucking clue, like how
 Aurthur Conan Doyle was apparently stupidly
 gulible, and on top of it they're a horror or crime
 novelist. Like the serial killer works at a butcher shop
 or something so it's completely normal for them to
 come home smelling like blood, no murders going on
 here, no sirey. Just my darling coming back home
 from a long day at work.
 Now fast forward a bit and the author has managed
 to get their first book published, with loving support
 from the serial killer who helped them fine tune all
 the murder scenes, and it's a big hit. Enough so that
 a detective with the local police department has
 noticed some disturbing similarities to several active
 cases, including details that were never released to
 the press. Obviously he brings this up to his superior
 and convinces him that there's something to the
 theory, but it's all circumstantial right now. He stakes
 out the author's home and is super convinced that
 the author is the murderer, but they don't seem to do
 anything??? Like they literally are at the house all
 day, that's it. Most they do is leave for groceries.
 So you get this dynamic of the serial killer mining the
 author for creative murder schemes, the author
 being lovingly encouraged by the serial killer, and
 finally the detective who is just so sure that the
 author is the killer and that if he sticks it out long
 enough he'll FINALLY have proof.
 annieutimagines
 Plot twist, The serial killer and detective use to go
 out so it gets sub what personal.
 "You need to stop seeing them. I think they are a
 serial killer."
 Serial killer breaths in. "Look-"
 ladyhavilliard
 ..perfect
 theskystealerthebookthief
 I need 4 seasons and a movie on this
I would watch the hell out of this
        

            
            

                
                
                    I would watch the hell out of this: writing-prompt-s
 A dating service where matching is based on
 people's search history exists. You're a serial killer.
 You go on a date with a writer.
 endreams-s
 Serial Killer: metaphorically, if you were to kill
 someone, how would you do it?
 Writer: Air shot between the toes, it'll look like a heart
 attack
 Serial Killer who is obviously in love already: "sucks in
 a breath ok
 fangoddess817
 Writer: how long would it take to die if you were to
 potentially stab someone in the guts
 Serial killer: anywhere from 2 to 30 minutes
 Writer, already bringing a ring out: "shaking thanks
 infinityonthot
 A++ addition
 tetsuskitten
 Writer: "shows the serial killer the murder scene
 they're writing
 actually work?
 babe, i'm not sure if this would
 Serial killer: "kisses writer on the forehead and
 leaves, comes back later, a suspicious scent of blood
 coming off them* it works baby, you're doing great
 tigerliliesandcherryblossoms
 ILOVE THIS
 vmohlere
 Oh no, murder comedy is my jam
 laziestofthedreamers
 Ilove this, I love all of this, but quick question, does
 the author know? Like are they aware that their
 significant other is a serial killer or do they just think
 that they have a morbid sense of humor? It'd be even
 funnier if the author had no fucking clue, like how
 Aurthur Conan Doyle was apparently stupidly
 gulible, and on top of it they're a horror or crime
 novelist. Like the serial killer works at a butcher shop
 or something so it's completely normal for them to
 come home smelling like blood, no murders going on
 here, no sirey. Just my darling coming back home
 from a long day at work.
 Now fast forward a bit and the author has managed
 to get their first book published, with loving support
 from the serial killer who helped them fine tune all
 the murder scenes, and it's a big hit. Enough so that
 a detective with the local police department has
 noticed some disturbing similarities to several active
 cases, including details that were never released to
 the press. Obviously he brings this up to his superior
 and convinces him that there's something to the
 theory, but it's all circumstantial right now. He stakes
 out the author's home and is super convinced that
 the author is the murderer, but they don't seem to do
 anything??? Like they literally are at the house all
 day, that's it. Most they do is leave for groceries.
 So you get this dynamic of the serial killer mining the
 author for creative murder schemes, the author
 being lovingly encouraged by the serial killer, and
 finally the detective who is just so sure that the
 author is the killer and that if he sticks it out long
 enough he'll FINALLY have proof.
 annieutimagines
 Plot twist, The serial killer and detective use to go
 out so it gets sub what personal.
 "You need to stop seeing them. I think they are a
 serial killer."
 Serial killer breaths in. "Look-"
 ladyhavilliard
 ..perfect
 theskystealerthebookthief
 I need 4 seasons and a movie on this
I would watch the hell out of this
                    
                
            

            
            
        

    

    

        
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        naamahdarling:

purplepints:


cellular-thirst:

catscatsholyshitcats:

katnissdoesnotfollowback:

corpsefluid:

hmsindecision:

feeltheberd:

im crying

Do you know how many dogs I’ve met that get scared or anxious around men because in their previous home men hit them? A lot, and they are very protective of the women who have adopted them now.
Men who are violent towards women are often violent towards animals as well. They think we’re all chattel. If a man wants you to choose between your dog or cat or him, dump the guy. Those animals will love you for the rest of your life, loyal and true.

Actually, I have something to add.
The other day I saw a story where a woman was asking why her dogs had suddenly started growling at her boyfriend whenever he was in the same room as her son.
And my immediate thought was ‘that boyfriend has hurt the kid somehow.’
Spoilers: that was exactly the case.
Trust ur dogs when they say something is off.

The first time my sister came to visit, via plane, after I got my dog, pupper growled at her and wouldn’t go near her for the first day. Next visit was by car (two day drive)and pupper LOVED my sister. They snuggled and played and none of us could figure out why the change. We thought maybe the scent of my sisters cat had lingered on her clothes, making that first visit a rough one. Whereas when she came by car, the scent had had time to wear off. Well that was partially true…
Fast forward about six months when I went north to visit my family. My sister walked into my parents’ house and pupper ran to greet my sister. Stopped dead in her tracks and started growling and barking. Hackles raised, full protection mode. My sisters husband had just walked in behind her.
My precious puppy wanted NOTHING to do with him. She barked, growled, ran away, and sat between him and my sister. Y'all my dog had spent maybe a weekend a half around my sister but protected her like this was her flesh and blood.
Eventually, my sister filed for divorce on grounds of “Extreme and repeated mental, emotional, and sexual abuse.” Divorce was final in less than a month because her claims were substantiated.
Trust the dog, honey. They KNOW.


I’ve never owned dogs, but I used to work with horses (which are a lot like big dogs). 
There was this one horse I worked with named Tonto. He was a doll. He followed me like a puppy, snuck treats out of my pocket, he was the sweetest thing. We were practically inseparable. 
A guy I was considering dating came to visit me one day, and Tonto wanted NOTHING to do with him. Normally well behaved, he shoved himself between us and would NOT let this guy near me.  He was stomping, acting really aggressive, and tried to bite the guy. This horse was practically dragging me back toward the barn. At that moment, despite being like, 17, I knew something was up, and ultimately things didn’t pan out for guy and me. 
A year later I found out he had lied about his age (he said he was 18 but he was actually 27) he was arrested for sexually assaulting an 11 year old girl. 
TRUST THE ANIMALS.

ALWAYS TRUST THE BABS


Animals recognize predators. 


The reply with the mastiff gets me every single time. I’m not a dog person but my god, they are Good Animals.
: Should I get rid of my dog if my
 boyfriend hates it?
 He told me not to get rid of my dog but
 feel like the little guy deserves a loving
 home. Yes my dog is one of the yappy
 small ones but he's a good dog.
 Teodora Motateanu, I love my 3
 mastiffs
 Updated Sep 13
 I'll be brutally honest and I don't go
 anonymous.
 I've been in exactly the same situation.
 Except that my dogs are not small nor
 yappy: they're mastiffs. 60 kg each.

 He of course never hit them in front of
 me or when he thought I could see. But l
 know my dogs. One of them gave clear
 clues that something's off
 That dog male, young unaltered Cane
 Corso - could've ripped my ex. apart in
 no time at all. He didn't. The dog was
 more intelligent than him. All my dog did
 for couple of months was to avoid the
 jerk. He silently left the room anytime
 the ex. was around. He left the bed and
 stopped cuddling whenever ex. entered
 the room

 And when the ex. escalated to hitting me
 the dog slowly stood up and moved
 towards us: he got in between.
 Submissively. He put his big body in
 front of me, to be hit instead of me.
 Choose for yourself, who you want to
 keep.
naamahdarling:

purplepints:


cellular-thirst:

catscatsholyshitcats:

katnissdoesnotfollowback:

corpsefluid:

hmsindecision:

feeltheberd:

im crying

Do you know how many dogs I’ve met that get scared or anxious around men because in their previous home men hit them? A lot, and they are very protective of the women who have adopted them now.
Men who are violent towards women are often violent towards animals as well. They think we’re all chattel. If a man wants you to choose between your dog or cat or him, dump the guy. Those animals will love you for the rest of your life, loyal and true.

Actually, I have something to add.
The other day I saw a story where a woman was asking why her dogs had suddenly started growling at her boyfriend whenever he was in the same room as her son.
And my immediate thought was ‘that boyfriend has hurt the kid somehow.’
Spoilers: that was exactly the case.
Trust ur dogs when they say something is off.

The first time my sister came to visit, via plane, after I got my dog, pupper growled at her and wouldn’t go near her for the first day. Next visit was by car (two day drive)and pupper LOVED my sister. They snuggled and played and none of us could figure out why the change. We thought maybe the scent of my sisters cat had lingered on her clothes, making that first visit a rough one. Whereas when she came by car, the scent had had time to wear off. Well that was partially true…
Fast forward about six months when I went north to visit my family. My sister walked into my parents’ house and pupper ran to greet my sister. Stopped dead in her tracks and started growling and barking. Hackles raised, full protection mode. My sisters husband had just walked in behind her.
My precious puppy wanted NOTHING to do with him. She barked, growled, ran away, and sat between him and my sister. Y'all my dog had spent maybe a weekend a half around my sister but protected her like this was her flesh and blood.
Eventually, my sister filed for divorce on grounds of “Extreme and repeated mental, emotional, and sexual abuse.” Divorce was final in less than a month because her claims were substantiated.
Trust the dog, honey. They KNOW.


I’ve never owned dogs, but I used to work with horses (which are a lot like big dogs). 
There was this one horse I worked with named Tonto. He was a doll. He followed me like a puppy, snuck treats out of my pocket, he was the sweetest thing. We were practically inseparable. 
A guy I was considering dating came to visit me one day, and Tonto wanted NOTHING to do with him. Normally well behaved, he shoved himself between us and would NOT let this guy near me.  He was stomping, acting really aggressive, and tried to bite the guy. This horse was practically dragging me back toward the barn. At that moment, despite being like, 17, I knew something was up, and ultimately things didn’t pan out for guy and me. 
A year later I found out he had lied about his age (he said he was 18 but he was actually 27) he was arrested for sexually assaulting an 11 year old girl. 
TRUST THE ANIMALS.

ALWAYS TRUST THE BABS


Animals recognize predators. 


The reply with the mastiff gets me every single time. I’m not a dog person but my god, they are Good Animals.

        

            
            

                
                
                    naamahdarling:

purplepints:


cellular-thirst:

catscatsholyshitcats:

katnissdoesnotfollowback:

corpsefluid:

hmsindecision:

feeltheberd:

im crying

Do you know how many dogs I’ve met that get scared or anxious around men because in their previous home men hit them? A lot, and they are very protective of the women who have adopted them now.
Men who are violent towards women are often violent towards animals as well. They think we’re all chattel. If a man wants you to choose between your dog or cat or him, dump the guy. Those animals will love you for the rest of your life, loyal and true.

Actually, I have something to add.
The other day I saw a story where a woman was asking why her dogs had suddenly started growling at her boyfriend whenever he was in the same room as her son.
And my immediate thought was ‘that boyfriend has hurt the kid somehow.’
Spoilers: that was exactly the case.
Trust ur dogs when they say something is off.

The first time my sister came to visit, via plane, after I got my dog, pupper growled at her and wouldn’t go near her for the first day. Next visit was by car (two day drive)and pupper LOVED my sister. They snuggled and played and none of us could figure out why the change. We thought maybe the scent of my sisters cat had lingered on her clothes, making that first visit a rough one. Whereas when she came by car, the scent had had time to wear off. Well that was partially true…
Fast forward about six months when I went north to visit my family. My sister walked into my parents’ house and pupper ran to greet my sister. Stopped dead in her tracks and started growling and barking. Hackles raised, full protection mode. My sisters husband had just walked in behind her.
My precious puppy wanted NOTHING to do with him. She barked, growled, ran away, and sat between him and my sister. Y'all my dog had spent maybe a weekend a half around my sister but protected her like this was her flesh and blood.
Eventually, my sister filed for divorce on grounds of “Extreme and repeated mental, emotional, and sexual abuse.” Divorce was final in less than a month because her claims were substantiated.
Trust the dog, honey. They KNOW.


I’ve never owned dogs, but I used to work with horses (which are a lot like big dogs). 
There was this one horse I worked with named Tonto. He was a doll. He followed me like a puppy, snuck treats out of my pocket, he was the sweetest thing. We were practically inseparable. 
A guy I was considering dating came to visit me one day, and Tonto wanted NOTHING to do with him. Normally well behaved, he shoved himself between us and would NOT let this guy near me.  He was stomping, acting really aggressive, and tried to bite the guy. This horse was practically dragging me back toward the barn. At that moment, despite being like, 17, I knew something was up, and ultimately things didn’t pan out for guy and me. 
A year later I found out he had lied about his age (he said he was 18 but he was actually 27) he was arrested for sexually assaulting an 11 year old girl. 
TRUST THE ANIMALS.

ALWAYS TRUST THE BABS


Animals recognize predators. 


The reply with the mastiff gets me every single time. I’m not a dog person but my god, they are Good Animals.
: Should I get rid of my dog if my
 boyfriend hates it?
 He told me not to get rid of my dog but
 feel like the little guy deserves a loving
 home. Yes my dog is one of the yappy
 small ones but he's a good dog.
 Teodora Motateanu, I love my 3
 mastiffs
 Updated Sep 13
 I'll be brutally honest and I don't go
 anonymous.
 I've been in exactly the same situation.
 Except that my dogs are not small nor
 yappy: they're mastiffs. 60 kg each.

 He of course never hit them in front of
 me or when he thought I could see. But l
 know my dogs. One of them gave clear
 clues that something's off
 That dog male, young unaltered Cane
 Corso - could've ripped my ex. apart in
 no time at all. He didn't. The dog was
 more intelligent than him. All my dog did
 for couple of months was to avoid the
 jerk. He silently left the room anytime
 the ex. was around. He left the bed and
 stopped cuddling whenever ex. entered
 the room

 And when the ex. escalated to hitting me
 the dog slowly stood up and moved
 towards us: he got in between.
 Submissively. He put his big body in
 front of me, to be hit instead of me.
 Choose for yourself, who you want to
 keep.
naamahdarling:

purplepints:


cellular-thirst:

catscatsholyshitcats:

katnissdoesnotfollowback:

corpsefluid:

hmsindecision:

feeltheberd:

im crying

Do you know how many dogs I’ve met that get scared or anxious around men because in their previous home men hit them? A lot, and they are very protective of the women who have adopted them now.
Men who are violent towards women are often violent towards animals as well. They think we’re all chattel. If a man wants you to choose between your dog or cat or him, dump the guy. Those animals will love you for the rest of your life, loyal and true.

Actually, I have something to add.
The other day I saw a story where a woman was asking why her dogs had suddenly started growling at her boyfriend whenever he was in the same room as her son.
And my immediate thought was ‘that boyfriend has hurt the kid somehow.’
Spoilers: that was exactly the case.
Trust ur dogs when they say something is off.

The first time my sister came to visit, via plane, after I got my dog, pupper growled at her and wouldn’t go near her for the first day. Next visit was by car (two day drive)and pupper LOVED my sister. They snuggled and played and none of us could figure out why the change. We thought maybe the scent of my sisters cat had lingered on her clothes, making that first visit a rough one. Whereas when she came by car, the scent had had time to wear off. Well that was partially true…
Fast forward about six months when I went north to visit my family. My sister walked into my parents’ house and pupper ran to greet my sister. Stopped dead in her tracks and started growling and barking. Hackles raised, full protection mode. My sisters husband had just walked in behind her.
My precious puppy wanted NOTHING to do with him. She barked, growled, ran away, and sat between him and my sister. Y'all my dog had spent maybe a weekend a half around my sister but protected her like this was her flesh and blood.
Eventually, my sister filed for divorce on grounds of “Extreme and repeated mental, emotional, and sexual abuse.” Divorce was final in less than a month because her claims were substantiated.
Trust the dog, honey. They KNOW.


I’ve never owned dogs, but I used to work with horses (which are a lot like big dogs). 
There was this one horse I worked with named Tonto. He was a doll. He followed me like a puppy, snuck treats out of my pocket, he was the sweetest thing. We were practically inseparable. 
A guy I was considering dating came to visit me one day, and Tonto wanted NOTHING to do with him. Normally well behaved, he shoved himself between us and would NOT let this guy near me.  He was stomping, acting really aggressive, and tried to bite the guy. This horse was practically dragging me back toward the barn. At that moment, despite being like, 17, I knew something was up, and ultimately things didn’t pan out for guy and me. 
A year later I found out he had lied about his age (he said he was 18 but he was actually 27) he was arrested for sexually assaulting an 11 year old girl. 
TRUST THE ANIMALS.

ALWAYS TRUST THE BABS


Animals recognize predators. 


The reply with the mastiff gets me every single time. I’m not a dog person but my god, they are Good Animals.

                    
                
            

            
            
        

    

    

        
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        The story of a library fine [x-post r/almostpoetry]: sondsheim:
 bakuryobaku
 sondsheim
 reblog and put the highest library late fee you've
 ever paid in the tags
 Ok so the highest I have paid is $20 the highest I
 have is $5000 and still counting and I'm never going
 back to Louisiana again
 There's gotta be a good story behind that $5000 fine
 Ok kiddo's sit the heckety down and hold onto your hats
 and broomsticks. The year is 2006. The setting, hick-
 fuckville Louisiana. I am but a humble child sitting in my
 local library reading all of the books that my school
 library banned, but they kept in the local library to
 adults, so that way they can "warn them, becouse if your
 child is reading these books they are possessed by
 show
 tan. This is the place where I got my first copy of Ann
 Rice's "Interview with the Vampire" which had all if my
 favorite things, a male/male relationship, vampires, the
 Victorian age, and best of all half of it takes place in
 uck-hickville Louisiana (not to be confused with Hick
 Fuckville, Louisiana). I have by me all of the books on the
 "don't let your child read this or they will become a
 sodomite" list. I am fucking having a blast, when guess
 who walks the flip flopity right up to me. That's right
 Pastor AssFuck McGee. And he goes "child, these books
 are not for children." To which I reply by saying nothing,
 picking up each book and checking them out. I walk out
 if the library, and I decide. Fuck you pastor AssFuck
 McGee. I am gonna read all if these books. 1 month later,
 my parents decide it's time to move, again. I'm chill with
 this. I hate this town. I hate this state. And I hate Paster
 AssFuck McGee and I don't even go to his church, but
 Kasey who sits by me during lunch does and she says
 that he's a "bleepity bleeping dumb slut" and I don't
 know how Kasey knows that Pastor AssFuck McGee is a
 slut, but I trust her opinion on it, and while I normally
 don't shame people for their sex lives I was willing to
 make an exception just for Pastor AssFuck McGee
 However, if we move I have to return my library books
 But I can't. I haven't finished reading all fucking 23
 books, 2 magazines, and the informational pamphlet on
 th control. So I decided I hated Pastor AssFuck McGee
 and loved books more than I cared about the law. So l
 packed all of the library books up and move with them. I
 said fuck it. I'm gonna steal all of this. I was sure as fuck
 about to commit my first felony. We move to Arizona. I
 get enrolled into a new school one day in the snazy new
 computer lab I boot up the computer, that terrible
 fucking dial up noise hurts my ears and I'm convinced
 God isn't real, becouse if he was he wouldn't allow for
 that God awful fucking noise. I sign on to my AOL. I have
 an email. It's from the library in Louisiana. My books are
 late. I delete the email. I delete the email every week
 when they send it out. Fast forward too late 2016. I am
 feeling the nostalgic, I decide to log into my old AOL
 account I have been on it in over 5 years. I am stunned. I
 have an email. My books are late. I owe around $5000. I
 sighn out of my AOL. I never sighn back in. I go to bed
 that night and I whisper. "Fuck you Pastor AssFuck
 McGee.
 mes in this story have been changed to protect
 individuals)
 (Na
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                    The story of a library fine [x-post r/almostpoetry]: sondsheim:
 bakuryobaku
 sondsheim
 reblog and put the highest library late fee you've
 ever paid in the tags
 Ok so the highest I have paid is $20 the highest I
 have is $5000 and still counting and I'm never going
 back to Louisiana again
 There's gotta be a good story behind that $5000 fine
 Ok kiddo's sit the heckety down and hold onto your hats
 and broomsticks. The year is 2006. The setting, hick-
 fuckville Louisiana. I am but a humble child sitting in my
 local library reading all of the books that my school
 library banned, but they kept in the local library to
 adults, so that way they can "warn them, becouse if your
 child is reading these books they are possessed by
 show
 tan. This is the place where I got my first copy of Ann
 Rice's "Interview with the Vampire" which had all if my
 favorite things, a male/male relationship, vampires, the
 Victorian age, and best of all half of it takes place in
 uck-hickville Louisiana (not to be confused with Hick
 Fuckville, Louisiana). I have by me all of the books on the
 "don't let your child read this or they will become a
 sodomite" list. I am fucking having a blast, when guess
 who walks the flip flopity right up to me. That's right
 Pastor AssFuck McGee. And he goes "child, these books
 are not for children." To which I reply by saying nothing,
 picking up each book and checking them out. I walk out
 if the library, and I decide. Fuck you pastor AssFuck
 McGee. I am gonna read all if these books. 1 month later,
 my parents decide it's time to move, again. I'm chill with
 this. I hate this town. I hate this state. And I hate Paster
 AssFuck McGee and I don't even go to his church, but
 Kasey who sits by me during lunch does and she says
 that he's a "bleepity bleeping dumb slut" and I don't
 know how Kasey knows that Pastor AssFuck McGee is a
 slut, but I trust her opinion on it, and while I normally
 don't shame people for their sex lives I was willing to
 make an exception just for Pastor AssFuck McGee
 However, if we move I have to return my library books
 But I can't. I haven't finished reading all fucking 23
 books, 2 magazines, and the informational pamphlet on
 th control. So I decided I hated Pastor AssFuck McGee
 and loved books more than I cared about the law. So l
 packed all of the library books up and move with them. I
 said fuck it. I'm gonna steal all of this. I was sure as fuck
 about to commit my first felony. We move to Arizona. I
 get enrolled into a new school one day in the snazy new
 computer lab I boot up the computer, that terrible
 fucking dial up noise hurts my ears and I'm convinced
 God isn't real, becouse if he was he wouldn't allow for
 that God awful fucking noise. I sign on to my AOL. I have
 an email. It's from the library in Louisiana. My books are
 late. I delete the email. I delete the email every week
 when they send it out. Fast forward too late 2016. I am
 feeling the nostalgic, I decide to log into my old AOL
 account I have been on it in over 5 years. I am stunned. I
 have an email. My books are late. I owe around $5000. I
 sighn out of my AOL. I never sighn back in. I go to bed
 that night and I whisper. "Fuck you Pastor AssFuck
 McGee.
 mes in this story have been changed to protect
 individuals)
 (Na
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Coworker told this story today and there was a literal outpouring of love.
Representation matters 
: Boon Cotter
 @booncotter
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 A story I want to share cos I think being
 authentic is your best asset:
 So, I broke down crying in my interview for
 @Naughty Dog. 1/x
 11:11 AM-5 Sep 2017
 1,416 Retweets 3,594 Likes
 Tweet your reply
 Boon Cotter@booncotter 10h
 Replying to @booncotter @Naughty_Dog
 I had just flown halfway around the world, my first time out of Australia, and it was
 to interview for a job I KNEW I wouldn't get. 2/x
 Boon Cotter@booncotter 10h
 It didn't matter tho, I was so fucking beyond starstruck to be in LA at the
 Naughty Dog office. I was like a kid at Disneyland. 3/x
 Boon Cotter@booncotter 10h
 I went in not overthinking anything, just determined to be myself and meet
 these fucken rad people I adored. 4/x

 Boon Cotter@booncotter 10h
 During the interview, @bruce_straley walked in and I kinda pooped in my
 pants a little. He asked me some Q's I had horrible A's for. 5/x
 91t282
 Boon Cotter@booncotter 10h
 Bruce: So you were a lead artist on your last project? How many artists were
 there?
 Me: Er... LOL... Just me
 (Everyone laughs) 6%x
 91tl 1
 269
 Boon Cotter@booncotter 10h
 Then he asks "Why do you want to work at Naughty Dog?". I began to answer
 a true, but rote, response: You're the best, blah blah. 7/x
 91tl 12 266
 Boon Cotter@booncotter 10h
 But then I stopped and said... "Ugh. No. It's Bill (from TLoU)." and everyone
 looked at me with this kind of bemused curiosity. 8/x
 Boon Cotter@booncotter 10h
 I told them it was the first time l'd seen a gay man portrayed as this gruff,
 masculine, tragically heroic type of character. 9/x
 91t 17 392
 Boon Cotter@booncotter 10h
 He wasn't a punchline to a joke. He wasn't overtly stereotypical. A lot of
 players didn't even pick up that he was gay. 10/x
 Boon Cotter@booncotter 10h
 I told them thatl saw myself represented for the first time. A burly, hairy
 daddy bear character, a guy respected and understood. 11/x
 91tl 15 391
 Boon Cotter@booncotter 10h
 That made me fall in love with evervone here, And telling them that made me
 start crying. WHO THE FUCK CRIES IN A JOB INTERVIEW? 12/x
 4

 Boon Cotter @booncotter 10h
 Anyway, fast forward to 3 hours later and I was shitface drunk on margaritas
 and hired to work at my favorite game company on Earth. 13/x
 Boon Cotter@booncotter 10h
 Moral to the story: Don't underestimate authenticity. Be raw, be vulnerable, be
 real. That's where your uniqueness shines. 14/x
 028
 151
 1.4K
 Boon Cotter@booncotter 8h
 To wrap it up, this was the day. Dat grin wouldn't leave my face, even with
 Nate giving me stink eye.
 AUGH
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gold-talisman:

Coworker told this story today and there was a literal outpouring of love.
Representation matters 

        

            
            

                
                
                    gold-talisman:

Coworker told this story today and there was a literal outpouring of love.
Representation matters 
: Boon Cotter
 @booncotter
 Follow
 A story I want to share cos I think being
 authentic is your best asset:
 So, I broke down crying in my interview for
 @Naughty Dog. 1/x
 11:11 AM-5 Sep 2017
 1,416 Retweets 3,594 Likes
 Tweet your reply
 Boon Cotter@booncotter 10h
 Replying to @booncotter @Naughty_Dog
 I had just flown halfway around the world, my first time out of Australia, and it was
 to interview for a job I KNEW I wouldn't get. 2/x
 Boon Cotter@booncotter 10h
 It didn't matter tho, I was so fucking beyond starstruck to be in LA at the
 Naughty Dog office. I was like a kid at Disneyland. 3/x
 Boon Cotter@booncotter 10h
 I went in not overthinking anything, just determined to be myself and meet
 these fucken rad people I adored. 4/x

 Boon Cotter@booncotter 10h
 During the interview, @bruce_straley walked in and I kinda pooped in my
 pants a little. He asked me some Q's I had horrible A's for. 5/x
 91t282
 Boon Cotter@booncotter 10h
 Bruce: So you were a lead artist on your last project? How many artists were
 there?
 Me: Er... LOL... Just me
 (Everyone laughs) 6%x
 91tl 1
 269
 Boon Cotter@booncotter 10h
 Then he asks "Why do you want to work at Naughty Dog?". I began to answer
 a true, but rote, response: You're the best, blah blah. 7/x
 91tl 12 266
 Boon Cotter@booncotter 10h
 But then I stopped and said... "Ugh. No. It's Bill (from TLoU)." and everyone
 looked at me with this kind of bemused curiosity. 8/x
 Boon Cotter@booncotter 10h
 I told them it was the first time l'd seen a gay man portrayed as this gruff,
 masculine, tragically heroic type of character. 9/x
 91t 17 392
 Boon Cotter@booncotter 10h
 He wasn't a punchline to a joke. He wasn't overtly stereotypical. A lot of
 players didn't even pick up that he was gay. 10/x
 Boon Cotter@booncotter 10h
 I told them thatl saw myself represented for the first time. A burly, hairy
 daddy bear character, a guy respected and understood. 11/x
 91tl 15 391
 Boon Cotter@booncotter 10h
 That made me fall in love with evervone here, And telling them that made me
 start crying. WHO THE FUCK CRIES IN A JOB INTERVIEW? 12/x
 4

 Boon Cotter @booncotter 10h
 Anyway, fast forward to 3 hours later and I was shitface drunk on margaritas
 and hired to work at my favorite game company on Earth. 13/x
 Boon Cotter@booncotter 10h
 Moral to the story: Don't underestimate authenticity. Be raw, be vulnerable, be
 real. That's where your uniqueness shines. 14/x
 028
 151
 1.4K
 Boon Cotter@booncotter 8h
 To wrap it up, this was the day. Dat grin wouldn't leave my face, even with
 Nate giving me stink eye.
 AUGH
 5 more replies
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        Library Late Fee: 6:18 PM
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 sondsheim:
 bakuryobaku:
 sondsheim:
 reblog and put the highest library late fee you've ever paid in the tags
 Ok so the highest I have paid is $20 the highest I have is $5000 and still
 counting and I'm never going back to Louisiana again.
 There's gotta be a good story behind that $5000 fine
 Ok kiddo's sit the heckety down and hold onto your hats and broomsticks. The
 year is 2006. The setting, hick-fuckville Louisiana. I am but a humble child sitting
 in my local library reading all of the books that my school library banned, but they
 kept in the local library to show adults, so that way they can "warn them, becouse
 if your child is reading these books they are possessed by Satan." This is the place
 where I got my first copy of Anne Rice's "Interview with the Vampire" which had all
 if my favorite things, a male/male relationship, vampires, the Victorian age, and
 best of all half of it takes place in Fuck-hickville Louisiana (not to be confused
 with Hick-Fuckville, Louisiana). I have by me all of the books on the "don't let your
 child read this or they will become a sodomite" list. I am fucking having a blast,
 when guess who walks the flip flopity right up to me. That's right. Pastor AssFuck
 McGee. And he goes "child, these books are not for children." To which I reply by
 saying nothing, picking up each book and checking them out. I walk out if the
 library, and I decide. Fuck you pastor AssFuck McGee. I am gonna read all if these
 books. 1 month later, my parents decide it's time to move, again. I'm chill with this.
 I hate this town. I hate this state. And I hate Paster AssFuck McGee and I don't
 even go to his church, but Kasey who sits by me during lunch does and she says
 that he's a "bleepity bleeping dumb slut" and I don't know how Kasey knows that
 Pastor AssFuck McGee is a slut, but I trust her opinion on it, and while I normally
 don't shame people for their sex lives I was willing to make an exception just for
 Pastor AssFuck McGee. However, if we move I have to return my library books.
 But I can't. I haven't finished reading all fucking 23 books, 2 magazines, and the
 informational pamphlet on birth control. So I decided I hated Pastor AssFuck
 McGee and loved books more than I cared about the law. So I packed all of the
 library books up and move with them. I said fuck it. I'm gonna steal all of this. I
 was sure as fuck about to commit my first felony. We move to Arizona. I get
 enrolled into a new school - one day in the snazy new computer lab I boot up the
 computer, that terrible fucking dial up noise hurts my ears and I'm convinced God
 isn't real, becouse if he was he wouldn't allow for that God awful fucking noise. I
 sign on to my AOL. I have an email. It's from the library in Louisiana. My books are
 late. I delete the email. I delete the email every week when they send it out. Fast
 forward too late 2016. I am feeling the nostalgic, I decide to log into my old AOL
 account I have been on it in over 5 years. I am stunned. I have an email. My books
 are late. I owe around $5000. I sighn out of my AOL. I never sighn back in. I go to
 bed that night and I whisper. "Fuck you Pastor AssFuck McGee."
 (Names in this sto ry have been changed to protect individuals )
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                    Library Late Fee: 6:18 PM
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 Bakuryobaku's Posts
 sondsheim:
 bakuryobaku:
 sondsheim:
 reblog and put the highest library late fee you've ever paid in the tags
 Ok so the highest I have paid is $20 the highest I have is $5000 and still
 counting and I'm never going back to Louisiana again.
 There's gotta be a good story behind that $5000 fine
 Ok kiddo's sit the heckety down and hold onto your hats and broomsticks. The
 year is 2006. The setting, hick-fuckville Louisiana. I am but a humble child sitting
 in my local library reading all of the books that my school library banned, but they
 kept in the local library to show adults, so that way they can "warn them, becouse
 if your child is reading these books they are possessed by Satan." This is the place
 where I got my first copy of Anne Rice's "Interview with the Vampire" which had all
 if my favorite things, a male/male relationship, vampires, the Victorian age, and
 best of all half of it takes place in Fuck-hickville Louisiana (not to be confused
 with Hick-Fuckville, Louisiana). I have by me all of the books on the "don't let your
 child read this or they will become a sodomite" list. I am fucking having a blast,
 when guess who walks the flip flopity right up to me. That's right. Pastor AssFuck
 McGee. And he goes "child, these books are not for children." To which I reply by
 saying nothing, picking up each book and checking them out. I walk out if the
 library, and I decide. Fuck you pastor AssFuck McGee. I am gonna read all if these
 books. 1 month later, my parents decide it's time to move, again. I'm chill with this.
 I hate this town. I hate this state. And I hate Paster AssFuck McGee and I don't
 even go to his church, but Kasey who sits by me during lunch does and she says
 that he's a "bleepity bleeping dumb slut" and I don't know how Kasey knows that
 Pastor AssFuck McGee is a slut, but I trust her opinion on it, and while I normally
 don't shame people for their sex lives I was willing to make an exception just for
 Pastor AssFuck McGee. However, if we move I have to return my library books.
 But I can't. I haven't finished reading all fucking 23 books, 2 magazines, and the
 informational pamphlet on birth control. So I decided I hated Pastor AssFuck
 McGee and loved books more than I cared about the law. So I packed all of the
 library books up and move with them. I said fuck it. I'm gonna steal all of this. I
 was sure as fuck about to commit my first felony. We move to Arizona. I get
 enrolled into a new school - one day in the snazy new computer lab I boot up the
 computer, that terrible fucking dial up noise hurts my ears and I'm convinced God
 isn't real, becouse if he was he wouldn't allow for that God awful fucking noise. I
 sign on to my AOL. I have an email. It's from the library in Louisiana. My books are
 late. I delete the email. I delete the email every week when they send it out. Fast
 forward too late 2016. I am feeling the nostalgic, I decide to log into my old AOL
 account I have been on it in over 5 years. I am stunned. I have an email. My books
 are late. I owe around $5000. I sighn out of my AOL. I never sighn back in. I go to
 bed that night and I whisper. "Fuck you Pastor AssFuck McGee."
 (Names in this sto ry have been changed to protect individuals )
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        catscatsholyshitcats:

katnissdoesnotfollowback:

corpsefluid:

hmsindecision:

feeltheberd:

im crying

Do you know how many dogs I’ve met that get scared or anxious around men because in their previous home men hit them? A lot, and they are very protective of the women who have adopted them now.
Men who are violent towards women are often violent towards animals as well. They think we’re all chattel. If a man wants you to choose between your dog or cat or him, dump the guy. Those animals will love you for the rest of your life, loyal and true.

Actually, I have something to add.
The other day I saw a story where a woman was asking why her dogs had suddenly started growling at her boyfriend whenever he was in the same room as her son.
And my immediate thought was ‘that boyfriend has hurt the kid somehow.’
Spoilers: that was exactly the case.
Trust ur dogs when they say something is off.

The first time my sister came to visit, via plane, after I got my dog, pupper growled at her and wouldn’t go near her for the first day. Next visit was by car (two day drive)and pupper LOVED my sister. They snuggled and played and none of us could figure out why the change. We thought maybe the scent of my sisters cat had lingered on her clothes, making that first visit a rough one. Whereas when she came by car, the scent had had time to wear off. Well that was partially true…
Fast forward about six months when I went north to visit my family. My sister walked into my parents’ house and pupper ran to greet my sister. Stopped dead in her tracks and started growling and barking. Hackles raised, full protection mode. My sisters husband had just walked in behind her.
My precious puppy wanted NOTHING to do with him. She barked, growled, ran away, and sat between him and my sister. Y'all my dog had spent maybe a weekend a half around my sister but protected her like this was her flesh and blood.
Eventually, my sister filed for divorce on grounds of “Extreme and repeated mental, emotional, and sexual abuse.” Divorce was final in less than a month because her claims were substantiated.
Trust the dog, honey. They KNOW.

I’ve never owned dogs, but I used to work with horses (which are a lot like big dogs). 
There was this one horse I worked with named Tonto. He was a doll. He followed me like a puppy, snuck treats out of my pocket, he was the sweetest thing. We were practically inseparable. 
A guy I was considering dating came to visit me one day, and Tonto wanted NOTHING to do with him. Normally well behaved, he shoved himself between us and would NOT let this guy near me.  He was stomping, acting really aggressive, and tried to bite the guy. This horse was practically dragging me back toward the barn. At that moment, despite being like, 17, I knew something was up, and ultimately things didn’t pan out for guy and me. 
A year later I found out he had lied about his age (he said he was 18 but he was actually 27) he was arrested for sexually assaulting an 11 year old girl. 
TRUST THE ANIMALS.
: Should I get rid of my dog if my
 boyfriend hates it?
 He told me not to get rid of my dog but
 feel like the little guy deserves a loving
 home. Yes my dog is one of the yappy
 small ones but he's a good dog.
 Teodora Motateanu, I love my 3
 mastiffs
 Updated Sep 13
 I'll be brutally honest and I don't go
 anonymous.
 I've been in exactly the same situation.
 Except that my dogs are not small nor
 yappy: they're mastiffs. 60 kg each.

 He of course never hit them in front of
 me or when he thought I could see. But l
 know my dogs. One of them gave clear
 clues that something's off
 That dog male, young unaltered Cane
 Corso - could've ripped my ex. apart in
 no time at all. He didn't. The dog was
 more intelligent than him. All my dog did
 for couple of months was to avoid the
 jerk. He silently left the room anytime
 the ex. was around. He left the bed and
 stopped cuddling whenever ex. entered
 the room

 And when the ex. escalated to hitting me
 the dog slowly stood up and moved
 towards us: he got in between.
 Submissively. He put his big body in
 front of me, to be hit instead of me.
 Choose for yourself, who you want to
 keep.
catscatsholyshitcats:

katnissdoesnotfollowback:

corpsefluid:

hmsindecision:

feeltheberd:

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Do you know how many dogs I’ve met that get scared or anxious around men because in their previous home men hit them? A lot, and they are very protective of the women who have adopted them now.
Men who are violent towards women are often violent towards animals as well. They think we’re all chattel. If a man wants you to choose between your dog or cat or him, dump the guy. Those animals will love you for the rest of your life, loyal and true.

Actually, I have something to add.
The other day I saw a story where a woman was asking why her dogs had suddenly started growling at her boyfriend whenever he was in the same room as her son.
And my immediate thought was ‘that boyfriend has hurt the kid somehow.’
Spoilers: that was exactly the case.
Trust ur dogs when they say something is off.

The first time my sister came to visit, via plane, after I got my dog, pupper growled at her and wouldn’t go near her for the first day. Next visit was by car (two day drive)and pupper LOVED my sister. They snuggled and played and none of us could figure out why the change. We thought maybe the scent of my sisters cat had lingered on her clothes, making that first visit a rough one. Whereas when she came by car, the scent had had time to wear off. Well that was partially true…
Fast forward about six months when I went north to visit my family. My sister walked into my parents’ house and pupper ran to greet my sister. Stopped dead in her tracks and started growling and barking. Hackles raised, full protection mode. My sisters husband had just walked in behind her.
My precious puppy wanted NOTHING to do with him. She barked, growled, ran away, and sat between him and my sister. Y'all my dog had spent maybe a weekend a half around my sister but protected her like this was her flesh and blood.
Eventually, my sister filed for divorce on grounds of “Extreme and repeated mental, emotional, and sexual abuse.” Divorce was final in less than a month because her claims were substantiated.
Trust the dog, honey. They KNOW.

I’ve never owned dogs, but I used to work with horses (which are a lot like big dogs). 
There was this one horse I worked with named Tonto. He was a doll. He followed me like a puppy, snuck treats out of my pocket, he was the sweetest thing. We were practically inseparable. 
A guy I was considering dating came to visit me one day, and Tonto wanted NOTHING to do with him. Normally well behaved, he shoved himself between us and would NOT let this guy near me.  He was stomping, acting really aggressive, and tried to bite the guy. This horse was practically dragging me back toward the barn. At that moment, despite being like, 17, I knew something was up, and ultimately things didn’t pan out for guy and me. 
A year later I found out he had lied about his age (he said he was 18 but he was actually 27) he was arrested for sexually assaulting an 11 year old girl. 
TRUST THE ANIMALS.

        

            
            

                
                
                    catscatsholyshitcats:

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hmsindecision:

feeltheberd:

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Do you know how many dogs I’ve met that get scared or anxious around men because in their previous home men hit them? A lot, and they are very protective of the women who have adopted them now.
Men who are violent towards women are often violent towards animals as well. They think we’re all chattel. If a man wants you to choose between your dog or cat or him, dump the guy. Those animals will love you for the rest of your life, loyal and true.

Actually, I have something to add.
The other day I saw a story where a woman was asking why her dogs had suddenly started growling at her boyfriend whenever he was in the same room as her son.
And my immediate thought was ‘that boyfriend has hurt the kid somehow.’
Spoilers: that was exactly the case.
Trust ur dogs when they say something is off.

The first time my sister came to visit, via plane, after I got my dog, pupper growled at her and wouldn’t go near her for the first day. Next visit was by car (two day drive)and pupper LOVED my sister. They snuggled and played and none of us could figure out why the change. We thought maybe the scent of my sisters cat had lingered on her clothes, making that first visit a rough one. Whereas when she came by car, the scent had had time to wear off. Well that was partially true…
Fast forward about six months when I went north to visit my family. My sister walked into my parents’ house and pupper ran to greet my sister. Stopped dead in her tracks and started growling and barking. Hackles raised, full protection mode. My sisters husband had just walked in behind her.
My precious puppy wanted NOTHING to do with him. She barked, growled, ran away, and sat between him and my sister. Y'all my dog had spent maybe a weekend a half around my sister but protected her like this was her flesh and blood.
Eventually, my sister filed for divorce on grounds of “Extreme and repeated mental, emotional, and sexual abuse.” Divorce was final in less than a month because her claims were substantiated.
Trust the dog, honey. They KNOW.

I’ve never owned dogs, but I used to work with horses (which are a lot like big dogs). 
There was this one horse I worked with named Tonto. He was a doll. He followed me like a puppy, snuck treats out of my pocket, he was the sweetest thing. We were practically inseparable. 
A guy I was considering dating came to visit me one day, and Tonto wanted NOTHING to do with him. Normally well behaved, he shoved himself between us and would NOT let this guy near me.  He was stomping, acting really aggressive, and tried to bite the guy. This horse was practically dragging me back toward the barn. At that moment, despite being like, 17, I knew something was up, and ultimately things didn’t pan out for guy and me. 
A year later I found out he had lied about his age (he said he was 18 but he was actually 27) he was arrested for sexually assaulting an 11 year old girl. 
TRUST THE ANIMALS.
: Should I get rid of my dog if my
 boyfriend hates it?
 He told me not to get rid of my dog but
 feel like the little guy deserves a loving
 home. Yes my dog is one of the yappy
 small ones but he's a good dog.
 Teodora Motateanu, I love my 3
 mastiffs
 Updated Sep 13
 I'll be brutally honest and I don't go
 anonymous.
 I've been in exactly the same situation.
 Except that my dogs are not small nor
 yappy: they're mastiffs. 60 kg each.

 He of course never hit them in front of
 me or when he thought I could see. But l
 know my dogs. One of them gave clear
 clues that something's off
 That dog male, young unaltered Cane
 Corso - could've ripped my ex. apart in
 no time at all. He didn't. The dog was
 more intelligent than him. All my dog did
 for couple of months was to avoid the
 jerk. He silently left the room anytime
 the ex. was around. He left the bed and
 stopped cuddling whenever ex. entered
 the room

 And when the ex. escalated to hitting me
 the dog slowly stood up and moved
 towards us: he got in between.
 Submissively. He put his big body in
 front of me, to be hit instead of me.
 Choose for yourself, who you want to
 keep.
catscatsholyshitcats:

katnissdoesnotfollowback:

corpsefluid:

hmsindecision:

feeltheberd:

im crying

Do you know how many dogs I’ve met that get scared or anxious around men because in their previous home men hit them? A lot, and they are very protective of the women who have adopted them now.
Men who are violent towards women are often violent towards animals as well. They think we’re all chattel. If a man wants you to choose between your dog or cat or him, dump the guy. Those animals will love you for the rest of your life, loyal and true.

Actually, I have something to add.
The other day I saw a story where a woman was asking why her dogs had suddenly started growling at her boyfriend whenever he was in the same room as her son.
And my immediate thought was ‘that boyfriend has hurt the kid somehow.’
Spoilers: that was exactly the case.
Trust ur dogs when they say something is off.

The first time my sister came to visit, via plane, after I got my dog, pupper growled at her and wouldn’t go near her for the first day. Next visit was by car (two day drive)and pupper LOVED my sister. They snuggled and played and none of us could figure out why the change. We thought maybe the scent of my sisters cat had lingered on her clothes, making that first visit a rough one. Whereas when she came by car, the scent had had time to wear off. Well that was partially true…
Fast forward about six months when I went north to visit my family. My sister walked into my parents’ house and pupper ran to greet my sister. Stopped dead in her tracks and started growling and barking. Hackles raised, full protection mode. My sisters husband had just walked in behind her.
My precious puppy wanted NOTHING to do with him. She barked, growled, ran away, and sat between him and my sister. Y'all my dog had spent maybe a weekend a half around my sister but protected her like this was her flesh and blood.
Eventually, my sister filed for divorce on grounds of “Extreme and repeated mental, emotional, and sexual abuse.” Divorce was final in less than a month because her claims were substantiated.
Trust the dog, honey. They KNOW.

I’ve never owned dogs, but I used to work with horses (which are a lot like big dogs). 
There was this one horse I worked with named Tonto. He was a doll. He followed me like a puppy, snuck treats out of my pocket, he was the sweetest thing. We were practically inseparable. 
A guy I was considering dating came to visit me one day, and Tonto wanted NOTHING to do with him. Normally well behaved, he shoved himself between us and would NOT let this guy near me.  He was stomping, acting really aggressive, and tried to bite the guy. This horse was practically dragging me back toward the barn. At that moment, despite being like, 17, I knew something was up, and ultimately things didn’t pan out for guy and me. 
A year later I found out he had lied about his age (he said he was 18 but he was actually 27) he was arrested for sexually assaulting an 11 year old girl. 
TRUST THE ANIMALS.

                    
                
            

            
            
        

    

    

        
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        Ignorant Customer Learns A Very Important Lesson.: (I'm a manager. I am ringing up a woman I have sold
 things to before. We are making small talk as I ring
 her up. Note: I'm a lesbian.)
 CUSTOMER: "I can't believe the president came out in support for gay
 marriage!"
 ME: "I know; kind of unbelievable!"
 CUSTOMER: "That f** lover is going to burn in hell for that!"
 ME: *biting my tongue* "Okay."
 (I finish ringing her up and hand the customer her bags.)
 CUSTOMER: "They should round up all the gays and put them down."
 ME: "That would be bad for me, seeing as I am a lesbian."
 (The woman turns pale and walks out without saying a word. A few
 hours later, I get a call from the manager of another one of our stores.
 On the line, I can hear the same customer I previously sold items to
 ranting.)
 MANAGER: *also a woman* "So, this woman is here wanting to
 exchange a bunch of stuff from your store. When I asked her what
 was wrong with the items, she said you tainted them; I have no idea
 what she is talking about. Could you maybe clear this up for me?"
 ME: "Well, I bet it is because she found out I was gay."
 MANAGER: "I see." *starts talking in sultry voice* "Well, I'll see you
 tonight for our date. You should put on that that black lace bra and
 panty set I got you for your birthday! I love you!" *hangs up*
 (l am very confused, seeing as I have never dated that manager, nor did
 she ever get me underwear, and as far as I know, she is not gay. Fast
 forward a few days later to the manager weekly conference call:
 apparently, the customer left the other store after thinking the other
 manager was also gay. That manager then called every other store in the
 area and told everyone about the customer. Over the next few days, the
 customer went to every store in a 20 mile radius trying to exchange the
 tainted goods'. Everyone she talked to pretended to be gay when working
 with her and she left every time. To my knowledge, she never got her
 exchange.)
Ignorant Customer Learns A Very Important Lesson.
        

            
            

                
                
                    Ignorant Customer Learns A Very Important Lesson.: (I'm a manager. I am ringing up a woman I have sold
 things to before. We are making small talk as I ring
 her up. Note: I'm a lesbian.)
 CUSTOMER: "I can't believe the president came out in support for gay
 marriage!"
 ME: "I know; kind of unbelievable!"
 CUSTOMER: "That f** lover is going to burn in hell for that!"
 ME: *biting my tongue* "Okay."
 (I finish ringing her up and hand the customer her bags.)
 CUSTOMER: "They should round up all the gays and put them down."
 ME: "That would be bad for me, seeing as I am a lesbian."
 (The woman turns pale and walks out without saying a word. A few
 hours later, I get a call from the manager of another one of our stores.
 On the line, I can hear the same customer I previously sold items to
 ranting.)
 MANAGER: *also a woman* "So, this woman is here wanting to
 exchange a bunch of stuff from your store. When I asked her what
 was wrong with the items, she said you tainted them; I have no idea
 what she is talking about. Could you maybe clear this up for me?"
 ME: "Well, I bet it is because she found out I was gay."
 MANAGER: "I see." *starts talking in sultry voice* "Well, I'll see you
 tonight for our date. You should put on that that black lace bra and
 panty set I got you for your birthday! I love you!" *hangs up*
 (l am very confused, seeing as I have never dated that manager, nor did
 she ever get me underwear, and as far as I know, she is not gay. Fast
 forward a few days later to the manager weekly conference call:
 apparently, the customer left the other store after thinking the other
 manager was also gay. That manager then called every other store in the
 area and told everyone about the customer. Over the next few days, the
 customer went to every store in a 20 mile radius trying to exchange the
 tainted goods'. Everyone she talked to pretended to be gay when working
 with her and she left every time. To my knowledge, she never got her
 exchange.)
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        catscatsholyshitcats:
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corpsefluid:

hmsindecision:

feeltheberd:

im crying

Do you know how many dogs I’ve met that get scared or anxious around men because in their previous home men hit them? A lot, and they are very protective of the women who have adopted them now.
Men who are violent towards women are often violent towards animals as well. They think we’re all chattel. If a man wants you to choose between your dog or cat or him, dump the guy. Those animals will love you for the rest of your life, loyal and true.

Actually, I have something to add.
The other day I saw a story where a woman was asking why her dogs had suddenly started growling at her boyfriend whenever he was in the same room as her son.
And my immediate thought was ‘that boyfriend has hurt the kid somehow.’
Spoilers: that was exactly the case.
Trust ur dogs when they say something is off.

The first time my sister came to visit, via plane, after I got my dog, pupper growled at her and wouldn’t go near her for the first day. Next visit was by car (two day drive)and pupper LOVED my sister. They snuggled and played and none of us could figure out why the change. We thought maybe the scent of my sisters cat had lingered on her clothes, making that first visit a rough one. Whereas when she came by car, the scent had had time to wear off. Well that was partially true…
Fast forward about six months when I went north to visit my family. My sister walked into my parents’ house and pupper ran to greet my sister. Stopped dead in her tracks and started growling and barking. Hackles raised, full protection mode. My sisters husband had just walked in behind her.
My precious puppy wanted NOTHING to do with him. She barked, growled, ran away, and sat between him and my sister. Y'all my dog had spent maybe a weekend a half around my sister but protected her like this was her flesh and blood.
Eventually, my sister filed for divorce on grounds of “Extreme and repeated mental, emotional, and sexual abuse.” Divorce was final in less than a month because her claims were substantiated.
Trust the dog, honey. They KNOW.


I’ve never owned dogs, but I used to work with horses (which are a lot like big dogs). 
There was this one horse I worked with named Tonto. He was a doll. He followed me like a puppy, snuck treats out of my pocket, he was the sweetest thing. We were practically inseparable. 
A guy I was considering dating came to visit me one day, and Tonto wanted NOTHING to do with him. Normally well behaved, he shoved himself between us and would NOT let this guy near me.  He was stomping, acting really aggressive, and tried to bite the guy. This horse was practically dragging me back toward the barn. At that moment, despite being like, 17, I knew something was up, and ultimately things didn’t pan out for guy and me. 
A year later I found out he had lied about his age (he said he was 18 but he was actually 27) he was arrested for sexually assaulting an 11 year old girl. 
TRUST THE ANIMALS.
: Should I get rid of my dog if my
 boyfriend hates it?
 He told me not to get rid of my dog but
 feel like the little guy deserves a loving
 home. Yes my dog is one of the yappy
 small ones but he's a good dog.
 Teodora Motateanu, I love my 3
 mastiffs
 Updated Sep 13
 I'll be brutally honest and I don't go
 anonymous.
 I've been in exactly the same situation.
 Except that my dogs are not small nor
 yappy: they're mastiffs. 60 kg each.

 He of course never hit them in front of
 me or when he thought I could see. But l
 know my dogs. One of them gave clear
 clues that something's off
 That dog male, young unaltered Cane
 Corso - could've ripped my ex. apart in
 no time at all. He didn't. The dog was
 more intelligent than him. All my dog did
 for couple of months was to avoid the
 jerk. He silently left the room anytime
 the ex. was around. He left the bed and
 stopped cuddling whenever ex. entered
 the room

 And when the ex. escalated to hitting me
 the dog slowly stood up and moved
 towards us: he got in between.
 Submissively. He put his big body in
 front of me, to be hit instead of me.
 Choose for yourself, who you want to
 keep.
catscatsholyshitcats:
katnissdoesnotfollowback:

corpsefluid:

hmsindecision:

feeltheberd:

im crying

Do you know how many dogs I’ve met that get scared or anxious around men because in their previous home men hit them? A lot, and they are very protective of the women who have adopted them now.
Men who are violent towards women are often violent towards animals as well. They think we’re all chattel. If a man wants you to choose between your dog or cat or him, dump the guy. Those animals will love you for the rest of your life, loyal and true.

Actually, I have something to add.
The other day I saw a story where a woman was asking why her dogs had suddenly started growling at her boyfriend whenever he was in the same room as her son.
And my immediate thought was ‘that boyfriend has hurt the kid somehow.’
Spoilers: that was exactly the case.
Trust ur dogs when they say something is off.

The first time my sister came to visit, via plane, after I got my dog, pupper growled at her and wouldn’t go near her for the first day. Next visit was by car (two day drive)and pupper LOVED my sister. They snuggled and played and none of us could figure out why the change. We thought maybe the scent of my sisters cat had lingered on her clothes, making that first visit a rough one. Whereas when she came by car, the scent had had time to wear off. Well that was partially true…
Fast forward about six months when I went north to visit my family. My sister walked into my parents’ house and pupper ran to greet my sister. Stopped dead in her tracks and started growling and barking. Hackles raised, full protection mode. My sisters husband had just walked in behind her.
My precious puppy wanted NOTHING to do with him. She barked, growled, ran away, and sat between him and my sister. Y'all my dog had spent maybe a weekend a half around my sister but protected her like this was her flesh and blood.
Eventually, my sister filed for divorce on grounds of “Extreme and repeated mental, emotional, and sexual abuse.” Divorce was final in less than a month because her claims were substantiated.
Trust the dog, honey. They KNOW.


I’ve never owned dogs, but I used to work with horses (which are a lot like big dogs). 
There was this one horse I worked with named Tonto. He was a doll. He followed me like a puppy, snuck treats out of my pocket, he was the sweetest thing. We were practically inseparable. 
A guy I was considering dating came to visit me one day, and Tonto wanted NOTHING to do with him. Normally well behaved, he shoved himself between us and would NOT let this guy near me.  He was stomping, acting really aggressive, and tried to bite the guy. This horse was practically dragging me back toward the barn. At that moment, despite being like, 17, I knew something was up, and ultimately things didn’t pan out for guy and me. 
A year later I found out he had lied about his age (he said he was 18 but he was actually 27) he was arrested for sexually assaulting an 11 year old girl. 
TRUST THE ANIMALS.

        

            
            

                
                
                    catscatsholyshitcats:
katnissdoesnotfollowback:

corpsefluid:

hmsindecision:

feeltheberd:

im crying

Do you know how many dogs I’ve met that get scared or anxious around men because in their previous home men hit them? A lot, and they are very protective of the women who have adopted them now.
Men who are violent towards women are often violent towards animals as well. They think we’re all chattel. If a man wants you to choose between your dog or cat or him, dump the guy. Those animals will love you for the rest of your life, loyal and true.

Actually, I have something to add.
The other day I saw a story where a woman was asking why her dogs had suddenly started growling at her boyfriend whenever he was in the same room as her son.
And my immediate thought was ‘that boyfriend has hurt the kid somehow.’
Spoilers: that was exactly the case.
Trust ur dogs when they say something is off.

The first time my sister came to visit, via plane, after I got my dog, pupper growled at her and wouldn’t go near her for the first day. Next visit was by car (two day drive)and pupper LOVED my sister. They snuggled and played and none of us could figure out why the change. We thought maybe the scent of my sisters cat had lingered on her clothes, making that first visit a rough one. Whereas when she came by car, the scent had had time to wear off. Well that was partially true…
Fast forward about six months when I went north to visit my family. My sister walked into my parents’ house and pupper ran to greet my sister. Stopped dead in her tracks and started growling and barking. Hackles raised, full protection mode. My sisters husband had just walked in behind her.
My precious puppy wanted NOTHING to do with him. She barked, growled, ran away, and sat between him and my sister. Y'all my dog had spent maybe a weekend a half around my sister but protected her like this was her flesh and blood.
Eventually, my sister filed for divorce on grounds of “Extreme and repeated mental, emotional, and sexual abuse.” Divorce was final in less than a month because her claims were substantiated.
Trust the dog, honey. They KNOW.


I’ve never owned dogs, but I used to work with horses (which are a lot like big dogs). 
There was this one horse I worked with named Tonto. He was a doll. He followed me like a puppy, snuck treats out of my pocket, he was the sweetest thing. We were practically inseparable. 
A guy I was considering dating came to visit me one day, and Tonto wanted NOTHING to do with him. Normally well behaved, he shoved himself between us and would NOT let this guy near me.  He was stomping, acting really aggressive, and tried to bite the guy. This horse was practically dragging me back toward the barn. At that moment, despite being like, 17, I knew something was up, and ultimately things didn’t pan out for guy and me. 
A year later I found out he had lied about his age (he said he was 18 but he was actually 27) he was arrested for sexually assaulting an 11 year old girl. 
TRUST THE ANIMALS.
: Should I get rid of my dog if my
 boyfriend hates it?
 He told me not to get rid of my dog but
 feel like the little guy deserves a loving
 home. Yes my dog is one of the yappy
 small ones but he's a good dog.
 Teodora Motateanu, I love my 3
 mastiffs
 Updated Sep 13
 I'll be brutally honest and I don't go
 anonymous.
 I've been in exactly the same situation.
 Except that my dogs are not small nor
 yappy: they're mastiffs. 60 kg each.

 He of course never hit them in front of
 me or when he thought I could see. But l
 know my dogs. One of them gave clear
 clues that something's off
 That dog male, young unaltered Cane
 Corso - could've ripped my ex. apart in
 no time at all. He didn't. The dog was
 more intelligent than him. All my dog did
 for couple of months was to avoid the
 jerk. He silently left the room anytime
 the ex. was around. He left the bed and
 stopped cuddling whenever ex. entered
 the room

 And when the ex. escalated to hitting me
 the dog slowly stood up and moved
 towards us: he got in between.
 Submissively. He put his big body in
 front of me, to be hit instead of me.
 Choose for yourself, who you want to
 keep.
catscatsholyshitcats:
katnissdoesnotfollowback:

corpsefluid:

hmsindecision:

feeltheberd:

im crying

Do you know how many dogs I’ve met that get scared or anxious around men because in their previous home men hit them? A lot, and they are very protective of the women who have adopted them now.
Men who are violent towards women are often violent towards animals as well. They think we’re all chattel. If a man wants you to choose between your dog or cat or him, dump the guy. Those animals will love you for the rest of your life, loyal and true.

Actually, I have something to add.
The other day I saw a story where a woman was asking why her dogs had suddenly started growling at her boyfriend whenever he was in the same room as her son.
And my immediate thought was ‘that boyfriend has hurt the kid somehow.’
Spoilers: that was exactly the case.
Trust ur dogs when they say something is off.

The first time my sister came to visit, via plane, after I got my dog, pupper growled at her and wouldn’t go near her for the first day. Next visit was by car (two day drive)and pupper LOVED my sister. They snuggled and played and none of us could figure out why the change. We thought maybe the scent of my sisters cat had lingered on her clothes, making that first visit a rough one. Whereas when she came by car, the scent had had time to wear off. Well that was partially true…
Fast forward about six months when I went north to visit my family. My sister walked into my parents’ house and pupper ran to greet my sister. Stopped dead in her tracks and started growling and barking. Hackles raised, full protection mode. My sisters husband had just walked in behind her.
My precious puppy wanted NOTHING to do with him. She barked, growled, ran away, and sat between him and my sister. Y'all my dog had spent maybe a weekend a half around my sister but protected her like this was her flesh and blood.
Eventually, my sister filed for divorce on grounds of “Extreme and repeated mental, emotional, and sexual abuse.” Divorce was final in less than a month because her claims were substantiated.
Trust the dog, honey. They KNOW.


I’ve never owned dogs, but I used to work with horses (which are a lot like big dogs). 
There was this one horse I worked with named Tonto. He was a doll. He followed me like a puppy, snuck treats out of my pocket, he was the sweetest thing. We were practically inseparable. 
A guy I was considering dating came to visit me one day, and Tonto wanted NOTHING to do with him. Normally well behaved, he shoved himself between us and would NOT let this guy near me.  He was stomping, acting really aggressive, and tried to bite the guy. This horse was practically dragging me back toward the barn. At that moment, despite being like, 17, I knew something was up, and ultimately things didn’t pan out for guy and me. 
A year later I found out he had lied about his age (he said he was 18 but he was actually 27) he was arrested for sexually assaulting an 11 year old girl. 
TRUST THE ANIMALS.

                    
                
            

            
            
        

    

    

        
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turakamu:

lennybaby2:

lanie-love09:

micdotcom:

This white woman’s shocking account of police brutality reveals the importance of the #BlackLivesMatter movement
Molly Suzanna shared a story on Facebook that she had never told before: when she was 19, she ran a red light while crying, then was pulled over and forcefully removed and beaten by a police officer. She explains in the letter that she believes her situation would have been even worse had she been black — and she ends the letter with an important call to action.

The public needs to hear more stories like this as well.

Wow. This is horrifying.

Cops are drunk on power. Add any ism to that, you have a bunch of abusive, gun wielding, trained to kill, non empathetic, killers running around.  

This woman got hauled out of a window, beaten, stripped, tortured, and humiliated, and she still is able to understand how white privilege saved her life. 
: Molly Suzanna
 on Thursday
 When I was 19, I was driving home erratically, crying. I did a rolling stop through a
 red light. I was a mile away from my house. I got pulled over. There are wonderful
 police officers in the world. This wasn't one of them. He was of the psychotic variety,
 of which there are also quite a few. Demanded I sign the ticket. He was being scary. I
 didn't know, nor was I advised, that you can go to jail for not signing a ticket. Usually
 an officer just lets you go because you have to appear in court regardless of whether
 you sign it. When I said I didn't want to sign it (not understanding any of the
 aforementioned stuf), he demanded I get out of the car. My father died three days
 later; it's what l'd been crying about. I was 150 pounds soaking wet (at 6'2", that's
 pretty slight), halfway through a BA at a private school with a 4.0, and terrified to be
 on the side of the road in the dark with a very angry man whom I didn't know. Instead
 of getting out of the car, I locked the door. I was afraid. I didn't know better.
 He kept screaming at me to, "Stop f"ing crying! It would have been so easy to
 deescalate the entire situation

 He drug me out of the open car window and onto the ground. He kicked me in the
 ribs. He fractured my wrist cuffing me and picking me up by the link between the
 cuffs. He held his boot to the back of my head with my face on loose gravel, leaving
 what would later become scars. He bounced my head off the side of the car when he
 was putting me in, all while laughing. He called for backup and none of the other
 officers would touch me. One even said, on camera, "This is wrong, man. She ran a
 red light." I, understandably, was hysterical. Crying. Screaming. Huge bruises
 starting to form on my face and body. Clothing torn. High heel even broke off
 Do you know what I was arrested for and charged with that day? Resisting arrest.
 Can you imagine? Resisting arrest.
 Fast forward to the jail. I'd never been in trouble. Had no idea what to expect.I
 couldn't stop crying. I couldn't breathe. I told them he'd broken my wrist but they
 wouldn't believe me. They strapped me in a chair when I wouldn't calm down. Strap
 on your forehead. Strap on your chest. Strap on each arm and each leg. Like a
 beast. I remember begging for someone to scratch my nose, hysterically sobbing.I
 remember being in that chair for hours, topless, because l'd gotten "unruly" during
 the strip, cough, and squat procedure and refused to do it. So they ripped my shirt off
 and as I fought them, they put me in the chair. I tried to fight back against a female
 guard when she tried to rip my pants off. I didn't understand why I was there. I didn't
 understand what was happening. I didn't think I should have been arrested. I was
 livid. And loud

 Then they parked me. For five hours. In that chair. Strapped down. In front of a
 men's holding cell. I was literally losing my mind. It was a black man who, for five
 hours, while incarcerated himself, talked calmly and softly to me. Sang to me. Said
 every kind thing you could imagine. I finally stopped screaming and trying to head
 butt or kick anyone who passed. He said, "Stop, or they'll kill you. Just stop baby girl.
 It's ok. You'll be ok if you stop." He was an angel. Straight from God
 I didn't get to use the phone for a full 12 hours. No one on the planet knew where l
 was
 I was so crazy after being in that chair by the time they placed me in a holding cell
 that I began to bang my head off the cinderblock wall. They had to let me sit in the
 hall, on the ground, because l almost broke my own nose. I was muttering
 incoherently and rocking
 They mailed me a charge six months later saying they'd found a joint under the back
 seat of the bolted in police car and that it belonged to me. How do you hide a joint
 from an officer while cuffed with a broken wrist and get it underneath the bolted in
 backseat of a cop car? You don't. They offered me every plea in the book on the two
 charges, all the way down to a misdemeanor. I would not enter a plea. I went to trial
 on a felony. Because I knew my innocence. Because we had the money for a good
 attorney. Because the justice system wasn't already systemically stacked against me
 and my color and gender were in my favor, as my lawyer pointed out.

 During the trial they "lost" my videos. My attorney threatened the city with a lawsuit.
 The tapes magically appeared. My jury came back in four minutes with a not guilty
 verdict. They were crying after seeing the videos of my arrest and the videos from
 inside the jail, of me in that chair. My jurors all hugged me. They told me I should
 sue. My dad had just died. I was a college student. I was tired. The prosecutor
 dropped the resisting charge when I beat the possession rap; meaning I legally and
 literally should never have been arrested in the first place. How do you get arrested
 for resisting arrest?
 During my trial, my attorney asked him if he kicked me in the ribs repeatedly while I
 was already cuffed. He laughed and said, "Yes." My attorney asked, "Do you think
 this is funny?" He said, " do."
 A week later police in the same town shot an unarmed and senile very elderly black
 man in the face because he wouldn't come with them. There were no videos. There
 was no social media. You haven't heard about him. But he's dead. You won't hear his
 story.
 This arrest is still on my record. It doesn't prevent me from anything but I do have to
 explain felony charges when I get pulled over or apply for a job.
 I have never publicly told this story.
 tell it to you, today.
 And here's why:
 If I were a black man, I would be dead. Plain and simple. Pretty white girls don't get
 shot during wrongful arrests. Not any that I know of, and certainly not me.

 You can't deny white privilege and what it affords you. To deny it is to acknowledgeit
 exists, that you are privy to it. You don't see it because it exists for you.
 Something is very wrong in this country. There is a sickness. Black men (and
 sometimes women) are dying. They are being gunned down. For no discernible
 reason, and at an alarming rate, by white officers.
blue-author:

turakamu:

lennybaby2:

lanie-love09:

micdotcom:

This white woman’s shocking account of police brutality reveals the importance of the #BlackLivesMatter movement
Molly Suzanna shared a story on Facebook that she had never told before: when she was 19, she ran a red light while crying, then was pulled over and forcefully removed and beaten by a police officer. She explains in the letter that she believes her situation would have been even worse had she been black — and she ends the letter with an important call to action.

The public needs to hear more stories like this as well.

Wow. This is horrifying.

Cops are drunk on power. Add any ism to that, you have a bunch of abusive, gun wielding, trained to kill, non empathetic, killers running around.  

This woman got hauled out of a window, beaten, stripped, tortured, and humiliated, and she still is able to understand how white privilege saved her life. 

        

            
            

                
                
                    blue-author:

turakamu:

lennybaby2:

lanie-love09:

micdotcom:

This white woman’s shocking account of police brutality reveals the importance of the #BlackLivesMatter movement
Molly Suzanna shared a story on Facebook that she had never told before: when she was 19, she ran a red light while crying, then was pulled over and forcefully removed and beaten by a police officer. She explains in the letter that she believes her situation would have been even worse had she been black — and she ends the letter with an important call to action.

The public needs to hear more stories like this as well.

Wow. This is horrifying.

Cops are drunk on power. Add any ism to that, you have a bunch of abusive, gun wielding, trained to kill, non empathetic, killers running around.  

This woman got hauled out of a window, beaten, stripped, tortured, and humiliated, and she still is able to understand how white privilege saved her life. 
: Molly Suzanna
 on Thursday
 When I was 19, I was driving home erratically, crying. I did a rolling stop through a
 red light. I was a mile away from my house. I got pulled over. There are wonderful
 police officers in the world. This wasn't one of them. He was of the psychotic variety,
 of which there are also quite a few. Demanded I sign the ticket. He was being scary. I
 didn't know, nor was I advised, that you can go to jail for not signing a ticket. Usually
 an officer just lets you go because you have to appear in court regardless of whether
 you sign it. When I said I didn't want to sign it (not understanding any of the
 aforementioned stuf), he demanded I get out of the car. My father died three days
 later; it's what l'd been crying about. I was 150 pounds soaking wet (at 6'2", that's
 pretty slight), halfway through a BA at a private school with a 4.0, and terrified to be
 on the side of the road in the dark with a very angry man whom I didn't know. Instead
 of getting out of the car, I locked the door. I was afraid. I didn't know better.
 He kept screaming at me to, "Stop f"ing crying! It would have been so easy to
 deescalate the entire situation

 He drug me out of the open car window and onto the ground. He kicked me in the
 ribs. He fractured my wrist cuffing me and picking me up by the link between the
 cuffs. He held his boot to the back of my head with my face on loose gravel, leaving
 what would later become scars. He bounced my head off the side of the car when he
 was putting me in, all while laughing. He called for backup and none of the other
 officers would touch me. One even said, on camera, "This is wrong, man. She ran a
 red light." I, understandably, was hysterical. Crying. Screaming. Huge bruises
 starting to form on my face and body. Clothing torn. High heel even broke off
 Do you know what I was arrested for and charged with that day? Resisting arrest.
 Can you imagine? Resisting arrest.
 Fast forward to the jail. I'd never been in trouble. Had no idea what to expect.I
 couldn't stop crying. I couldn't breathe. I told them he'd broken my wrist but they
 wouldn't believe me. They strapped me in a chair when I wouldn't calm down. Strap
 on your forehead. Strap on your chest. Strap on each arm and each leg. Like a
 beast. I remember begging for someone to scratch my nose, hysterically sobbing.I
 remember being in that chair for hours, topless, because l'd gotten "unruly" during
 the strip, cough, and squat procedure and refused to do it. So they ripped my shirt off
 and as I fought them, they put me in the chair. I tried to fight back against a female
 guard when she tried to rip my pants off. I didn't understand why I was there. I didn't
 understand what was happening. I didn't think I should have been arrested. I was
 livid. And loud

 Then they parked me. For five hours. In that chair. Strapped down. In front of a
 men's holding cell. I was literally losing my mind. It was a black man who, for five
 hours, while incarcerated himself, talked calmly and softly to me. Sang to me. Said
 every kind thing you could imagine. I finally stopped screaming and trying to head
 butt or kick anyone who passed. He said, "Stop, or they'll kill you. Just stop baby girl.
 It's ok. You'll be ok if you stop." He was an angel. Straight from God
 I didn't get to use the phone for a full 12 hours. No one on the planet knew where l
 was
 I was so crazy after being in that chair by the time they placed me in a holding cell
 that I began to bang my head off the cinderblock wall. They had to let me sit in the
 hall, on the ground, because l almost broke my own nose. I was muttering
 incoherently and rocking
 They mailed me a charge six months later saying they'd found a joint under the back
 seat of the bolted in police car and that it belonged to me. How do you hide a joint
 from an officer while cuffed with a broken wrist and get it underneath the bolted in
 backseat of a cop car? You don't. They offered me every plea in the book on the two
 charges, all the way down to a misdemeanor. I would not enter a plea. I went to trial
 on a felony. Because I knew my innocence. Because we had the money for a good
 attorney. Because the justice system wasn't already systemically stacked against me
 and my color and gender were in my favor, as my lawyer pointed out.

 During the trial they "lost" my videos. My attorney threatened the city with a lawsuit.
 The tapes magically appeared. My jury came back in four minutes with a not guilty
 verdict. They were crying after seeing the videos of my arrest and the videos from
 inside the jail, of me in that chair. My jurors all hugged me. They told me I should
 sue. My dad had just died. I was a college student. I was tired. The prosecutor
 dropped the resisting charge when I beat the possession rap; meaning I legally and
 literally should never have been arrested in the first place. How do you get arrested
 for resisting arrest?
 During my trial, my attorney asked him if he kicked me in the ribs repeatedly while I
 was already cuffed. He laughed and said, "Yes." My attorney asked, "Do you think
 this is funny?" He said, " do."
 A week later police in the same town shot an unarmed and senile very elderly black
 man in the face because he wouldn't come with them. There were no videos. There
 was no social media. You haven't heard about him. But he's dead. You won't hear his
 story.
 This arrest is still on my record. It doesn't prevent me from anything but I do have to
 explain felony charges when I get pulled over or apply for a job.
 I have never publicly told this story.
 tell it to you, today.
 And here's why:
 If I were a black man, I would be dead. Plain and simple. Pretty white girls don't get
 shot during wrongful arrests. Not any that I know of, and certainly not me.

 You can't deny white privilege and what it affords you. To deny it is to acknowledgeit
 exists, that you are privy to it. You don't see it because it exists for you.
 Something is very wrong in this country. There is a sickness. Black men (and
 sometimes women) are dying. They are being gunned down. For no discernible
 reason, and at an alarming rate, by white officers.
blue-author:

turakamu:

lennybaby2:

lanie-love09:

micdotcom:

This white woman’s shocking account of police brutality reveals the importance of the #BlackLivesMatter movement
Molly Suzanna shared a story on Facebook that she had never told before: when she was 19, she ran a red light while crying, then was pulled over and forcefully removed and beaten by a police officer. She explains in the letter that she believes her situation would have been even worse had she been black — and she ends the letter with an important call to action.

The public needs to hear more stories like this as well.

Wow. This is horrifying.

Cops are drunk on power. Add any ism to that, you have a bunch of abusive, gun wielding, trained to kill, non empathetic, killers running around.  

This woman got hauled out of a window, beaten, stripped, tortured, and humiliated, and she still is able to understand how white privilege saved her life. 

                    
                
            

            
            
        

    

    

        
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        micdotcom:

This white woman’s shocking account of police brutality reveals the importance of the #BlackLivesMatter movementMolly Suzanna shared a story on Facebook that she had never told before: when she was 19, she ran a red light while crying, then was pulled over and forcefully removed and beaten by a police officer. She explains in the letter that she believes her situation would have been even worse had she been black — and she ends the letter with an important call to action.: Molly Suzanna
 on Thursday
 When I was 19, I was driving home erratically, crying. I did a rolling stop through a
 red light. I was a mile away from my house. I got pulled over. There are wonderful
 police officers in the world. This wasn't one of them. He was of the psychotic variety,
 of which there are also quite a few. Demanded I sign the ticket. He was being scary. I
 didn't know, nor was I advised, that you can go to jail for not signing a ticket. Usually
 an officer just lets you go because you have to appear in court regardless of whether
 you sign it. When I said I didn't want to sign it (not understanding any of the
 aforementioned stuf), he demanded I get out of the car. My father died three days
 later; it's what l'd been crying about. I was 150 pounds soaking wet (at 6'2", that's
 pretty slight), halfway through a BA at a private school with a 4.0, and terrified to be
 on the side of the road in the dark with a very angry man whom I didn't know. Instead
 of getting out of the car, I locked the door. I was afraid. I didn't know better.
 He kept screaming at me to, "Stop f"ing crying! It would have been so easy to
 deescalate the entire situation

 He drug me out of the open car window and onto the ground. He kicked me in the
 ribs. He fractured my wrist cuffing me and picking me up by the link between the
 cuffs. He held his boot to the back of my head with my face on loose gravel, leaving
 what would later become scars. He bounced my head off the side of the car when he
 was putting me in, all while laughing. He called for backup and none of the other
 officers would touch me. One even said, on camera, "This is wrong, man. She ran a
 red light." I, understandably, was hysterical. Crying. Screaming. Huge bruises
 starting to form on my face and body. Clothing torn. High heel even broke off
 Do you know what I was arrested for and charged with that day? Resisting arrest.
 Can you imagine? Resisting arrest.
 Fast forward to the jail. I'd never been in trouble. Had no idea what to expect.I
 couldn't stop crying. I couldn't breathe. I told them he'd broken my wrist but they
 wouldn't believe me. They strapped me in a chair when I wouldn't calm down. Strap
 on your forehead. Strap on your chest. Strap on each arm and each leg. Like a
 beast. I remember begging for someone to scratch my nose, hysterically sobbing.I
 remember being in that chair for hours, topless, because l'd gotten "unruly" during
 the strip, cough, and squat procedure and refused to do it. So they ripped my shirt off
 and as I fought them, they put me in the chair. I tried to fight back against a female
 guard when she tried to rip my pants off. I didn't understand why I was there. I didn't
 understand what was happening. I didn't think I should have been arrested. I was
 livid. And loud

 Then they parked me. For five hours. In that chair. Strapped down. In front of a
 men's holding cell. I was literally losing my mind. It was a black man who, for five
 hours, while incarcerated himself, talked calmly and softly to me. Sang to me. Said
 every kind thing you could imagine. I finally stopped screaming and trying to head
 butt or kick anyone who passed. He said, "Stop, or they'll kill you. Just stop baby girl.
 It's ok. You'll be ok if you stop." He was an angel. Straight from God
 I didn't get to use the phone for a full 12 hours. No one on the planet knew where l
 was
 I was so crazy after being in that chair by the time they placed me in a holding cell
 that I began to bang my head off the cinderblock wall. They had to let me sit in the
 hall, on the ground, because l almost broke my own nose. I was muttering
 incoherently and rocking
 They mailed me a charge six months later saying they'd found a joint under the back
 seat of the bolted in police car and that it belonged to me. How do you hide a joint
 from an officer while cuffed with a broken wrist and get it underneath the bolted in
 backseat of a cop car? You don't. They offered me every plea in the book on the two
 charges, all the way down to a misdemeanor. I would not enter a plea. I went to trial
 on a felony. Because I knew my innocence. Because we had the money for a good
 attorney. Because the justice system wasn't already systemically stacked against me
 and my color and gender were in my favor, as my lawyer pointed out.

 During the trial they "lost" my videos. My attorney threatened the city with a lawsuit.
 The tapes magically appeared. My jury came back in four minutes with a not guilty
 verdict. They were crying after seeing the videos of my arrest and the videos from
 inside the jail, of me in that chair. My jurors all hugged me. They told me I should
 sue. My dad had just died. I was a college student. I was tired. The prosecutor
 dropped the resisting charge when I beat the possession rap; meaning I legally and
 literally should never have been arrested in the first place. How do you get arrested
 for resisting arrest?
 During my trial, my attorney asked him if he kicked me in the ribs repeatedly while I
 was already cuffed. He laughed and said, "Yes." My attorney asked, "Do you think
 this is funny?" He said, " do."
 A week later police in the same town shot an unarmed and senile very elderly black
 man in the face because he wouldn't come with them. There were no videos. There
 was no social media. You haven't heard about him. But he's dead. You won't hear his
 story.
 This arrest is still on my record. It doesn't prevent me from anything but I do have to
 explain felony charges when I get pulled over or apply for a job.
 I have never publicly told this story.
 tell it to you, today.
 And here's why:
 If I were a black man, I would be dead. Plain and simple. Pretty white girls don't get
 shot during wrongful arrests. Not any that I know of, and certainly not me.

 You can't deny white privilege and what it affords you. To deny it is to acknowledgeit
 exists, that you are privy to it. You don't see it because it exists for you.
 Something is very wrong in this country. There is a sickness. Black men (and
 sometimes women) are dying. They are being gunned down. For no discernible
 reason, and at an alarming rate, by white officers.
micdotcom:

This white woman’s shocking account of police brutality reveals the importance of the #BlackLivesMatter movementMolly Suzanna shared a story on Facebook that she had never told before: when she was 19, she ran a red light while crying, then was pulled over and forcefully removed and beaten by a police officer. She explains in the letter that she believes her situation would have been even worse had she been black — and she ends the letter with an important call to action.
        

            
            

                
                
                    micdotcom:

This white woman’s shocking account of police brutality reveals the importance of the #BlackLivesMatter movementMolly Suzanna shared a story on Facebook that she had never told before: when she was 19, she ran a red light while crying, then was pulled over and forcefully removed and beaten by a police officer. She explains in the letter that she believes her situation would have been even worse had she been black — and she ends the letter with an important call to action.: Molly Suzanna
 on Thursday
 When I was 19, I was driving home erratically, crying. I did a rolling stop through a
 red light. I was a mile away from my house. I got pulled over. There are wonderful
 police officers in the world. This wasn't one of them. He was of the psychotic variety,
 of which there are also quite a few. Demanded I sign the ticket. He was being scary. I
 didn't know, nor was I advised, that you can go to jail for not signing a ticket. Usually
 an officer just lets you go because you have to appear in court regardless of whether
 you sign it. When I said I didn't want to sign it (not understanding any of the
 aforementioned stuf), he demanded I get out of the car. My father died three days
 later; it's what l'd been crying about. I was 150 pounds soaking wet (at 6'2", that's
 pretty slight), halfway through a BA at a private school with a 4.0, and terrified to be
 on the side of the road in the dark with a very angry man whom I didn't know. Instead
 of getting out of the car, I locked the door. I was afraid. I didn't know better.
 He kept screaming at me to, "Stop f"ing crying! It would have been so easy to
 deescalate the entire situation

 He drug me out of the open car window and onto the ground. He kicked me in the
 ribs. He fractured my wrist cuffing me and picking me up by the link between the
 cuffs. He held his boot to the back of my head with my face on loose gravel, leaving
 what would later become scars. He bounced my head off the side of the car when he
 was putting me in, all while laughing. He called for backup and none of the other
 officers would touch me. One even said, on camera, "This is wrong, man. She ran a
 red light." I, understandably, was hysterical. Crying. Screaming. Huge bruises
 starting to form on my face and body. Clothing torn. High heel even broke off
 Do you know what I was arrested for and charged with that day? Resisting arrest.
 Can you imagine? Resisting arrest.
 Fast forward to the jail. I'd never been in trouble. Had no idea what to expect.I
 couldn't stop crying. I couldn't breathe. I told them he'd broken my wrist but they
 wouldn't believe me. They strapped me in a chair when I wouldn't calm down. Strap
 on your forehead. Strap on your chest. Strap on each arm and each leg. Like a
 beast. I remember begging for someone to scratch my nose, hysterically sobbing.I
 remember being in that chair for hours, topless, because l'd gotten "unruly" during
 the strip, cough, and squat procedure and refused to do it. So they ripped my shirt off
 and as I fought them, they put me in the chair. I tried to fight back against a female
 guard when she tried to rip my pants off. I didn't understand why I was there. I didn't
 understand what was happening. I didn't think I should have been arrested. I was
 livid. And loud

 Then they parked me. For five hours. In that chair. Strapped down. In front of a
 men's holding cell. I was literally losing my mind. It was a black man who, for five
 hours, while incarcerated himself, talked calmly and softly to me. Sang to me. Said
 every kind thing you could imagine. I finally stopped screaming and trying to head
 butt or kick anyone who passed. He said, "Stop, or they'll kill you. Just stop baby girl.
 It's ok. You'll be ok if you stop." He was an angel. Straight from God
 I didn't get to use the phone for a full 12 hours. No one on the planet knew where l
 was
 I was so crazy after being in that chair by the time they placed me in a holding cell
 that I began to bang my head off the cinderblock wall. They had to let me sit in the
 hall, on the ground, because l almost broke my own nose. I was muttering
 incoherently and rocking
 They mailed me a charge six months later saying they'd found a joint under the back
 seat of the bolted in police car and that it belonged to me. How do you hide a joint
 from an officer while cuffed with a broken wrist and get it underneath the bolted in
 backseat of a cop car? You don't. They offered me every plea in the book on the two
 charges, all the way down to a misdemeanor. I would not enter a plea. I went to trial
 on a felony. Because I knew my innocence. Because we had the money for a good
 attorney. Because the justice system wasn't already systemically stacked against me
 and my color and gender were in my favor, as my lawyer pointed out.

 During the trial they "lost" my videos. My attorney threatened the city with a lawsuit.
 The tapes magically appeared. My jury came back in four minutes with a not guilty
 verdict. They were crying after seeing the videos of my arrest and the videos from
 inside the jail, of me in that chair. My jurors all hugged me. They told me I should
 sue. My dad had just died. I was a college student. I was tired. The prosecutor
 dropped the resisting charge when I beat the possession rap; meaning I legally and
 literally should never have been arrested in the first place. How do you get arrested
 for resisting arrest?
 During my trial, my attorney asked him if he kicked me in the ribs repeatedly while I
 was already cuffed. He laughed and said, "Yes." My attorney asked, "Do you think
 this is funny?" He said, " do."
 A week later police in the same town shot an unarmed and senile very elderly black
 man in the face because he wouldn't come with them. There were no videos. There
 was no social media. You haven't heard about him. But he's dead. You won't hear his
 story.
 This arrest is still on my record. It doesn't prevent me from anything but I do have to
 explain felony charges when I get pulled over or apply for a job.
 I have never publicly told this story.
 tell it to you, today.
 And here's why:
 If I were a black man, I would be dead. Plain and simple. Pretty white girls don't get
 shot during wrongful arrests. Not any that I know of, and certainly not me.

 You can't deny white privilege and what it affords you. To deny it is to acknowledgeit
 exists, that you are privy to it. You don't see it because it exists for you.
 Something is very wrong in this country. There is a sickness. Black men (and
 sometimes women) are dying. They are being gunned down. For no discernible
 reason, and at an alarming rate, by white officers.
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This white woman’s shocking account of police brutality reveals the importance of the #BlackLivesMatter movementMolly Suzanna shared a story on Facebook that she had never told before: when she was 19, she ran a red light while crying, then was pulled over and forcefully removed and beaten by a police officer. She explains in the letter that she believes her situation would have been even worse had she been black — and she ends the letter with an important call to action.
                    
                
            

            
            
        

    

    

        
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        breenwolf:

okay. let me start this story by saying that, when i started reading harry potter, i was eight years old and the year was 1999.
the character closest to my age (and, as a bonus: a girl!) was ginny weasley. in the sorcerer’s stone, the most information you get about ginny is her being shy and standing behind her mother’s legs, but i already lived in a world where i was ginny weasley in my head. that was my fantasy as an eight-year-old girl. when i heard about the frist movie being made, i dreamed about being discovered and cast as ginny weasley. that was aLL I WANTED.
fast forward. book two is released, and ginny weasley became my favorite character of basically all time.
see, people hate ginny. people hate her because, frankly, HARRY-VISION sucks. for four of the first five books, ginny is no more than a peripheral character who harry speaks to only when necessary— hell, even in ginny’s story (chamber of secrets), she is treated as an accessory by harry. she is his best friend’s little sister. she doesn’t matter to him until he looks up one day and sees her as, to put it bluntly, a sexual creature. he has to see ginny making out with guys for him to realize that he’s been thinking (for six damn books) of ginny as being his.
people don’t like ginny, in my experience, because they hate harry/ginny. and that’s cool, man. i am WITH YOU SO HARD ON THAT. i HATE harry/ginny. i hate it because it doesn’t make sense; i hate it because it’s easy; i hate it because there’s no chemistry there; i hate it because it’s giving harry literally everything he’s ever wanted without considering ginny as a character and without considering what ginny wants. harry gets ginny because, when he has ginny, he’s finally a weasley like he’s always wanted to be!!!!! he and ginny are essentially ghosts of his parents when it comes to how they look, and they name all of their children after the ghosts from harry’s life!
which, eurgh.
but none of that is ginny’s fault.
see, ginny is my favorite character possibly of all time because people hate her so blindly. because people are so willing to forget what ginny went through— because jkr wrote all of her characters to forget what ginny went through.
at age eleven, ginny weasley stood up for harry potter and raised her chin towards draco malfoy in a clear this is my side gesture. at age eleven.
and then ginny weasley experienced something horribly, horribly traumatic.
she was lonely and in a big new place, where her brothers had their own friends and their own occupations. they played quidditch and hung out with harry potter… and ginny? ginny had nobody. the only person who would talk to her was a diary that was slipped into her things by lucius malfoy— a diary containing the spirit of tom riddle.
a diary that she knew she shouldn’t talk to, but she couldn’t help herself. she was eleven years old and lonely, so lonely. and she wanted to be brave like a gryffindor should be, so she didn’t think she could turn to anyone for help. not even when she was blacking out and waking up with actual blood on her hands. she was a scared eleven year old whose body and mind were being TAKEN AWAY FROM HER in a story that is not unlike rape. tom riddle wedged his way inside of her, stripped her of her agency, and fed off of her soul. 
until harry potter saved the day, of course.
but, after that? what happened to ginny’s story? 
it disappeared. it was completely buried by the excitement of sirius black’s escape in the third book. it was never brought up again until order of the phoenix when we get this dialogue:

“I didn’t want anyone to talk to me,” said Harry, who was feeling more and more nettled.
“Well, that was a bit stupid of you,” said Ginny angrily, “seeing as you don’t know anyone but me who’s been possessed by You-Know-Who, and I can tell you how it feels.”
Harry remained quite still as the impact of these words hit him. Then he wheeled round. “I forgot,” he said.
“Lucky you,” said Ginny coolly. 

so, while the rest of the whole damn world forgot about ginny’s AWFUL past, guess who didn’t? GINNY. for four years she handled that shit— seemingly— all by herself.
again, let me emphasize: all by herself. because ginny doesn’t have friends in the harry potter books. she has a connection to the golden trio because her brother is ron, but ginny and hermione do not have a best friends forever attitude. nor do ginny and luna. nor do ginny and neville. you see a few cases of ginny/luna/neville being together because they’re pushed together by their own isolation— by the way none of them really quite belong.
ginny is always brave. at eleven she stands up to malfoy. at fourteen, she hits malfoy with a bat-bogey hex and follows harry to the ministry of magic. she fights in all of the hogwarts battles. she never strays from the side of good— but she also never forgets that she has faced tom riddle. in the canon, she has had a more intimate relationship with tom riddle than anyone other than harry. she never lets herself forget that, even when everyone else in her life seems too eager to forget about it and move on. 
another thing about ginny: she doesn’t get ‘beautiful’ overnight, which is an argument i hear pretty often. ginny’s ALWAYS pretty— boys start to date her as early as her fourth year, so she’s clearly a desirable girl.
ginny exists in this realm between girls like lavender brown (who we get the idea dates frivolously and frequently) and hermione (who winds up in a One True Love storyline with the only ‘maybe’ before that love being victor krum). ginny dates around, finds out what she likes, and has what she likes. she doesn’t apologize for dating, she just dates. she makes out with boys! she acts like a freaking teenager! and that’s okay!!! i am so fucking sick of people bitching about ginny being a “mary sue” because boys like her. 
of course, the only times we see ginny are when harry sees her.
and once harry has a crush on ginny? he’s a sixteen year old boy— and teenagers with crushes do a great deal of idolizing their crushes. with HARRY-VISION, ginny is beautiful and talented and funny. to harry, there are no flaws to his crush; even the obnoxious/stupid things she’d do would be seen as ‘cute.’ so, of course, coming from harry’s point of view, ginny’s transition from “wallflower, girl with a fannish crush on me” to “stunning, mature girl i want to make my girlfriend” is QUICK and a little (a lot) jarring.
but, while JKR did NOT set up harry’s admiration for ginny in the earlier books (a book earlier, harry was kissing cho chang), JKR DID set up ginny weasley— but people had written ginny off so early that the little details about who she was dating, what she was saying, and how she looked were cast away. and now, post-HBP, people are so overcome with their dislike of ginny that they don’t see just how terrific a character she is in the re-reading.
ginny’s brave and beautiful; she doesn’t have to choose between being one or the other. but harry, and the readers, only notice that she’s amazing— strong and stubborn and harboring the darkest memories of any of the hogwarts students without batting the slightest eyelash — once harry has a crush on her. 
and in the surge of the shittiness that is harry/ginny, ginny takes the hit most frequently. people bitch and moan about “ginny’s my least favorite character” and “ginny sux” and “i hate her” and i just want to shake them and say
“give her some goddamn respect; she suffered more than just about ANYONE in that damn series and then everyone who claimed to care about her JUST FORGOT.” 
but ginny didn’t forget. she kept her chin up and went on with her life— went on to have the most normal life of all of the teenagers we saw in the harry potter series, really. even though she never let anyone get as close to her as tom riddle ever again— she kept no “best friends” that we know of— ginny fought through and stayed strong, and there is a whole story of recovery and strength that harry wasn’t there to see, so we never got to experience it as readers.
but it happened— it HAD to have happened. you don’t just get OVER that (ginny makes it clear that she STILL hasn’t in the quote i listed above). there’s a story there— one that harry never gives a shit about finding out. and i love ginny because of that aspect of her. because she can have this whole, unspoken story that we only get in TINY bits and pieces based on what HARRY sees of her.
and fuck the haters, that story is awesome. ginny is a badass motherfucker and she survived tom riddle trying to suck her soul out of her at age eleven. that deserves some god damn respect, ok.
: make me a ginny weasley believer I don't
 understand
 T washedchicken
breenwolf:

okay. let me start this story by saying that, when i started reading harry potter, i was eight years old and the year was 1999.
the character closest to my age (and, as a bonus: a girl!) was ginny weasley. in the sorcerer’s stone, the most information you get about ginny is her being shy and standing behind her mother’s legs, but i already lived in a world where i was ginny weasley in my head. that was my fantasy as an eight-year-old girl. when i heard about the frist movie being made, i dreamed about being discovered and cast as ginny weasley. that was aLL I WANTED.
fast forward. book two is released, and ginny weasley became my favorite character of basically all time.
see, people hate ginny. people hate her because, frankly, HARRY-VISION sucks. for four of the first five books, ginny is no more than a peripheral character who harry speaks to only when necessary— hell, even in ginny’s story (chamber of secrets), she is treated as an accessory by harry. she is his best friend’s little sister. she doesn’t matter to him until he looks up one day and sees her as, to put it bluntly, a sexual creature. he has to see ginny making out with guys for him to realize that he’s been thinking (for six damn books) of ginny as being his.
people don’t like ginny, in my experience, because they hate harry/ginny. and that’s cool, man. i am WITH YOU SO HARD ON THAT. i HATE harry/ginny. i hate it because it doesn’t make sense; i hate it because it’s easy; i hate it because there’s no chemistry there; i hate it because it’s giving harry literally everything he’s ever wanted without considering ginny as a character and without considering what ginny wants. harry gets ginny because, when he has ginny, he’s finally a weasley like he’s always wanted to be!!!!! he and ginny are essentially ghosts of his parents when it comes to how they look, and they name all of their children after the ghosts from harry’s life!
which, eurgh.
but none of that is ginny’s fault.
see, ginny is my favorite character possibly of all time because people hate her so blindly. because people are so willing to forget what ginny went through— because jkr wrote all of her characters to forget what ginny went through.
at age eleven, ginny weasley stood up for harry potter and raised her chin towards draco malfoy in a clear this is my side gesture. at age eleven.
and then ginny weasley experienced something horribly, horribly traumatic.
she was lonely and in a big new place, where her brothers had their own friends and their own occupations. they played quidditch and hung out with harry potter… and ginny? ginny had nobody. the only person who would talk to her was a diary that was slipped into her things by lucius malfoy— a diary containing the spirit of tom riddle.
a diary that she knew she shouldn’t talk to, but she couldn’t help herself. she was eleven years old and lonely, so lonely. and she wanted to be brave like a gryffindor should be, so she didn’t think she could turn to anyone for help. not even when she was blacking out and waking up with actual blood on her hands. she was a scared eleven year old whose body and mind were being TAKEN AWAY FROM HER in a story that is not unlike rape. tom riddle wedged his way inside of her, stripped her of her agency, and fed off of her soul. 
until harry potter saved the day, of course.
but, after that? what happened to ginny’s story? 
it disappeared. it was completely buried by the excitement of sirius black’s escape in the third book. it was never brought up again until order of the phoenix when we get this dialogue:

“I didn’t want anyone to talk to me,” said Harry, who was feeling more and more nettled.
“Well, that was a bit stupid of you,” said Ginny angrily, “seeing as you don’t know anyone but me who’s been possessed by You-Know-Who, and I can tell you how it feels.”
Harry remained quite still as the impact of these words hit him. Then he wheeled round. “I forgot,” he said.
“Lucky you,” said Ginny coolly. 

so, while the rest of the whole damn world forgot about ginny’s AWFUL past, guess who didn’t? GINNY. for four years she handled that shit— seemingly— all by herself.
again, let me emphasize: all by herself. because ginny doesn’t have friends in the harry potter books. she has a connection to the golden trio because her brother is ron, but ginny and hermione do not have a best friends forever attitude. nor do ginny and luna. nor do ginny and neville. you see a few cases of ginny/luna/neville being together because they’re pushed together by their own isolation— by the way none of them really quite belong.
ginny is always brave. at eleven she stands up to malfoy. at fourteen, she hits malfoy with a bat-bogey hex and follows harry to the ministry of magic. she fights in all of the hogwarts battles. she never strays from the side of good— but she also never forgets that she has faced tom riddle. in the canon, she has had a more intimate relationship with tom riddle than anyone other than harry. she never lets herself forget that, even when everyone else in her life seems too eager to forget about it and move on. 
another thing about ginny: she doesn’t get ‘beautiful’ overnight, which is an argument i hear pretty often. ginny’s ALWAYS pretty— boys start to date her as early as her fourth year, so she’s clearly a desirable girl.
ginny exists in this realm between girls like lavender brown (who we get the idea dates frivolously and frequently) and hermione (who winds up in a One True Love storyline with the only ‘maybe’ before that love being victor krum). ginny dates around, finds out what she likes, and has what she likes. she doesn’t apologize for dating, she just dates. she makes out with boys! she acts like a freaking teenager! and that’s okay!!! i am so fucking sick of people bitching about ginny being a “mary sue” because boys like her. 
of course, the only times we see ginny are when harry sees her.
and once harry has a crush on ginny? he’s a sixteen year old boy— and teenagers with crushes do a great deal of idolizing their crushes. with HARRY-VISION, ginny is beautiful and talented and funny. to harry, there are no flaws to his crush; even the obnoxious/stupid things she’d do would be seen as ‘cute.’ so, of course, coming from harry’s point of view, ginny’s transition from “wallflower, girl with a fannish crush on me” to “stunning, mature girl i want to make my girlfriend” is QUICK and a little (a lot) jarring.
but, while JKR did NOT set up harry’s admiration for ginny in the earlier books (a book earlier, harry was kissing cho chang), JKR DID set up ginny weasley— but people had written ginny off so early that the little details about who she was dating, what she was saying, and how she looked were cast away. and now, post-HBP, people are so overcome with their dislike of ginny that they don’t see just how terrific a character she is in the re-reading.
ginny’s brave and beautiful; she doesn’t have to choose between being one or the other. but harry, and the readers, only notice that she’s amazing— strong and stubborn and harboring the darkest memories of any of the hogwarts students without batting the slightest eyelash — once harry has a crush on her. 
and in the surge of the shittiness that is harry/ginny, ginny takes the hit most frequently. people bitch and moan about “ginny’s my least favorite character” and “ginny sux” and “i hate her” and i just want to shake them and say
“give her some goddamn respect; she suffered more than just about ANYONE in that damn series and then everyone who claimed to care about her JUST FORGOT.” 
but ginny didn’t forget. she kept her chin up and went on with her life— went on to have the most normal life of all of the teenagers we saw in the harry potter series, really. even though she never let anyone get as close to her as tom riddle ever again— she kept no “best friends” that we know of— ginny fought through and stayed strong, and there is a whole story of recovery and strength that harry wasn’t there to see, so we never got to experience it as readers.
but it happened— it HAD to have happened. you don’t just get OVER that (ginny makes it clear that she STILL hasn’t in the quote i listed above). there’s a story there— one that harry never gives a shit about finding out. and i love ginny because of that aspect of her. because she can have this whole, unspoken story that we only get in TINY bits and pieces based on what HARRY sees of her.
and fuck the haters, that story is awesome. ginny is a badass motherfucker and she survived tom riddle trying to suck her soul out of her at age eleven. that deserves some god damn respect, ok.

        

            
            

                
                
                    breenwolf:

okay. let me start this story by saying that, when i started reading harry potter, i was eight years old and the year was 1999.
the character closest to my age (and, as a bonus: a girl!) was ginny weasley. in the sorcerer’s stone, the most information you get about ginny is her being shy and standing behind her mother’s legs, but i already lived in a world where i was ginny weasley in my head. that was my fantasy as an eight-year-old girl. when i heard about the frist movie being made, i dreamed about being discovered and cast as ginny weasley. that was aLL I WANTED.
fast forward. book two is released, and ginny weasley became my favorite character of basically all time.
see, people hate ginny. people hate her because, frankly, HARRY-VISION sucks. for four of the first five books, ginny is no more than a peripheral character who harry speaks to only when necessary— hell, even in ginny’s story (chamber of secrets), she is treated as an accessory by harry. she is his best friend’s little sister. she doesn’t matter to him until he looks up one day and sees her as, to put it bluntly, a sexual creature. he has to see ginny making out with guys for him to realize that he’s been thinking (for six damn books) of ginny as being his.
people don’t like ginny, in my experience, because they hate harry/ginny. and that’s cool, man. i am WITH YOU SO HARD ON THAT. i HATE harry/ginny. i hate it because it doesn’t make sense; i hate it because it’s easy; i hate it because there’s no chemistry there; i hate it because it’s giving harry literally everything he’s ever wanted without considering ginny as a character and without considering what ginny wants. harry gets ginny because, when he has ginny, he’s finally a weasley like he’s always wanted to be!!!!! he and ginny are essentially ghosts of his parents when it comes to how they look, and they name all of their children after the ghosts from harry’s life!
which, eurgh.
but none of that is ginny’s fault.
see, ginny is my favorite character possibly of all time because people hate her so blindly. because people are so willing to forget what ginny went through— because jkr wrote all of her characters to forget what ginny went through.
at age eleven, ginny weasley stood up for harry potter and raised her chin towards draco malfoy in a clear this is my side gesture. at age eleven.
and then ginny weasley experienced something horribly, horribly traumatic.
she was lonely and in a big new place, where her brothers had their own friends and their own occupations. they played quidditch and hung out with harry potter… and ginny? ginny had nobody. the only person who would talk to her was a diary that was slipped into her things by lucius malfoy— a diary containing the spirit of tom riddle.
a diary that she knew she shouldn’t talk to, but she couldn’t help herself. she was eleven years old and lonely, so lonely. and she wanted to be brave like a gryffindor should be, so she didn’t think she could turn to anyone for help. not even when she was blacking out and waking up with actual blood on her hands. she was a scared eleven year old whose body and mind were being TAKEN AWAY FROM HER in a story that is not unlike rape. tom riddle wedged his way inside of her, stripped her of her agency, and fed off of her soul. 
until harry potter saved the day, of course.
but, after that? what happened to ginny’s story? 
it disappeared. it was completely buried by the excitement of sirius black’s escape in the third book. it was never brought up again until order of the phoenix when we get this dialogue:

“I didn’t want anyone to talk to me,” said Harry, who was feeling more and more nettled.
“Well, that was a bit stupid of you,” said Ginny angrily, “seeing as you don’t know anyone but me who’s been possessed by You-Know-Who, and I can tell you how it feels.”
Harry remained quite still as the impact of these words hit him. Then he wheeled round. “I forgot,” he said.
“Lucky you,” said Ginny coolly. 

so, while the rest of the whole damn world forgot about ginny’s AWFUL past, guess who didn’t? GINNY. for four years she handled that shit— seemingly— all by herself.
again, let me emphasize: all by herself. because ginny doesn’t have friends in the harry potter books. she has a connection to the golden trio because her brother is ron, but ginny and hermione do not have a best friends forever attitude. nor do ginny and luna. nor do ginny and neville. you see a few cases of ginny/luna/neville being together because they’re pushed together by their own isolation— by the way none of them really quite belong.
ginny is always brave. at eleven she stands up to malfoy. at fourteen, she hits malfoy with a bat-bogey hex and follows harry to the ministry of magic. she fights in all of the hogwarts battles. she never strays from the side of good— but she also never forgets that she has faced tom riddle. in the canon, she has had a more intimate relationship with tom riddle than anyone other than harry. she never lets herself forget that, even when everyone else in her life seems too eager to forget about it and move on. 
another thing about ginny: she doesn’t get ‘beautiful’ overnight, which is an argument i hear pretty often. ginny’s ALWAYS pretty— boys start to date her as early as her fourth year, so she’s clearly a desirable girl.
ginny exists in this realm between girls like lavender brown (who we get the idea dates frivolously and frequently) and hermione (who winds up in a One True Love storyline with the only ‘maybe’ before that love being victor krum). ginny dates around, finds out what she likes, and has what she likes. she doesn’t apologize for dating, she just dates. she makes out with boys! she acts like a freaking teenager! and that’s okay!!! i am so fucking sick of people bitching about ginny being a “mary sue” because boys like her. 
of course, the only times we see ginny are when harry sees her.
and once harry has a crush on ginny? he’s a sixteen year old boy— and teenagers with crushes do a great deal of idolizing their crushes. with HARRY-VISION, ginny is beautiful and talented and funny. to harry, there are no flaws to his crush; even the obnoxious/stupid things she’d do would be seen as ‘cute.’ so, of course, coming from harry’s point of view, ginny’s transition from “wallflower, girl with a fannish crush on me” to “stunning, mature girl i want to make my girlfriend” is QUICK and a little (a lot) jarring.
but, while JKR did NOT set up harry’s admiration for ginny in the earlier books (a book earlier, harry was kissing cho chang), JKR DID set up ginny weasley— but people had written ginny off so early that the little details about who she was dating, what she was saying, and how she looked were cast away. and now, post-HBP, people are so overcome with their dislike of ginny that they don’t see just how terrific a character she is in the re-reading.
ginny’s brave and beautiful; she doesn’t have to choose between being one or the other. but harry, and the readers, only notice that she’s amazing— strong and stubborn and harboring the darkest memories of any of the hogwarts students without batting the slightest eyelash — once harry has a crush on her. 
and in the surge of the shittiness that is harry/ginny, ginny takes the hit most frequently. people bitch and moan about “ginny’s my least favorite character” and “ginny sux” and “i hate her” and i just want to shake them and say
“give her some goddamn respect; she suffered more than just about ANYONE in that damn series and then everyone who claimed to care about her JUST FORGOT.” 
but ginny didn’t forget. she kept her chin up and went on with her life— went on to have the most normal life of all of the teenagers we saw in the harry potter series, really. even though she never let anyone get as close to her as tom riddle ever again— she kept no “best friends” that we know of— ginny fought through and stayed strong, and there is a whole story of recovery and strength that harry wasn’t there to see, so we never got to experience it as readers.
but it happened— it HAD to have happened. you don’t just get OVER that (ginny makes it clear that she STILL hasn’t in the quote i listed above). there’s a story there— one that harry never gives a shit about finding out. and i love ginny because of that aspect of her. because she can have this whole, unspoken story that we only get in TINY bits and pieces based on what HARRY sees of her.
and fuck the haters, that story is awesome. ginny is a badass motherfucker and she survived tom riddle trying to suck her soul out of her at age eleven. that deserves some god damn respect, ok.
: make me a ginny weasley believer I don't
 understand
 T washedchicken
breenwolf:

okay. let me start this story by saying that, when i started reading harry potter, i was eight years old and the year was 1999.
the character closest to my age (and, as a bonus: a girl!) was ginny weasley. in the sorcerer’s stone, the most information you get about ginny is her being shy and standing behind her mother’s legs, but i already lived in a world where i was ginny weasley in my head. that was my fantasy as an eight-year-old girl. when i heard about the frist movie being made, i dreamed about being discovered and cast as ginny weasley. that was aLL I WANTED.
fast forward. book two is released, and ginny weasley became my favorite character of basically all time.
see, people hate ginny. people hate her because, frankly, HARRY-VISION sucks. for four of the first five books, ginny is no more than a peripheral character who harry speaks to only when necessary— hell, even in ginny’s story (chamber of secrets), she is treated as an accessory by harry. she is his best friend’s little sister. she doesn’t matter to him until he looks up one day and sees her as, to put it bluntly, a sexual creature. he has to see ginny making out with guys for him to realize that he’s been thinking (for six damn books) of ginny as being his.
people don’t like ginny, in my experience, because they hate harry/ginny. and that’s cool, man. i am WITH YOU SO HARD ON THAT. i HATE harry/ginny. i hate it because it doesn’t make sense; i hate it because it’s easy; i hate it because there’s no chemistry there; i hate it because it’s giving harry literally everything he’s ever wanted without considering ginny as a character and without considering what ginny wants. harry gets ginny because, when he has ginny, he’s finally a weasley like he’s always wanted to be!!!!! he and ginny are essentially ghosts of his parents when it comes to how they look, and they name all of their children after the ghosts from harry’s life!
which, eurgh.
but none of that is ginny’s fault.
see, ginny is my favorite character possibly of all time because people hate her so blindly. because people are so willing to forget what ginny went through— because jkr wrote all of her characters to forget what ginny went through.
at age eleven, ginny weasley stood up for harry potter and raised her chin towards draco malfoy in a clear this is my side gesture. at age eleven.
and then ginny weasley experienced something horribly, horribly traumatic.
she was lonely and in a big new place, where her brothers had their own friends and their own occupations. they played quidditch and hung out with harry potter… and ginny? ginny had nobody. the only person who would talk to her was a diary that was slipped into her things by lucius malfoy— a diary containing the spirit of tom riddle.
a diary that she knew she shouldn’t talk to, but she couldn’t help herself. she was eleven years old and lonely, so lonely. and she wanted to be brave like a gryffindor should be, so she didn’t think she could turn to anyone for help. not even when she was blacking out and waking up with actual blood on her hands. she was a scared eleven year old whose body and mind were being TAKEN AWAY FROM HER in a story that is not unlike rape. tom riddle wedged his way inside of her, stripped her of her agency, and fed off of her soul. 
until harry potter saved the day, of course.
but, after that? what happened to ginny’s story? 
it disappeared. it was completely buried by the excitement of sirius black’s escape in the third book. it was never brought up again until order of the phoenix when we get this dialogue:

“I didn’t want anyone to talk to me,” said Harry, who was feeling more and more nettled.
“Well, that was a bit stupid of you,” said Ginny angrily, “seeing as you don’t know anyone but me who’s been possessed by You-Know-Who, and I can tell you how it feels.”
Harry remained quite still as the impact of these words hit him. Then he wheeled round. “I forgot,” he said.
“Lucky you,” said Ginny coolly. 

so, while the rest of the whole damn world forgot about ginny’s AWFUL past, guess who didn’t? GINNY. for four years she handled that shit— seemingly— all by herself.
again, let me emphasize: all by herself. because ginny doesn’t have friends in the harry potter books. she has a connection to the golden trio because her brother is ron, but ginny and hermione do not have a best friends forever attitude. nor do ginny and luna. nor do ginny and neville. you see a few cases of ginny/luna/neville being together because they’re pushed together by their own isolation— by the way none of them really quite belong.
ginny is always brave. at eleven she stands up to malfoy. at fourteen, she hits malfoy with a bat-bogey hex and follows harry to the ministry of magic. she fights in all of the hogwarts battles. she never strays from the side of good— but she also never forgets that she has faced tom riddle. in the canon, she has had a more intimate relationship with tom riddle than anyone other than harry. she never lets herself forget that, even when everyone else in her life seems too eager to forget about it and move on. 
another thing about ginny: she doesn’t get ‘beautiful’ overnight, which is an argument i hear pretty often. ginny’s ALWAYS pretty— boys start to date her as early as her fourth year, so she’s clearly a desirable girl.
ginny exists in this realm between girls like lavender brown (who we get the idea dates frivolously and frequently) and hermione (who winds up in a One True Love storyline with the only ‘maybe’ before that love being victor krum). ginny dates around, finds out what she likes, and has what she likes. she doesn’t apologize for dating, she just dates. she makes out with boys! she acts like a freaking teenager! and that’s okay!!! i am so fucking sick of people bitching about ginny being a “mary sue” because boys like her. 
of course, the only times we see ginny are when harry sees her.
and once harry has a crush on ginny? he’s a sixteen year old boy— and teenagers with crushes do a great deal of idolizing their crushes. with HARRY-VISION, ginny is beautiful and talented and funny. to harry, there are no flaws to his crush; even the obnoxious/stupid things she’d do would be seen as ‘cute.’ so, of course, coming from harry’s point of view, ginny’s transition from “wallflower, girl with a fannish crush on me” to “stunning, mature girl i want to make my girlfriend” is QUICK and a little (a lot) jarring.
but, while JKR did NOT set up harry’s admiration for ginny in the earlier books (a book earlier, harry was kissing cho chang), JKR DID set up ginny weasley— but people had written ginny off so early that the little details about who she was dating, what she was saying, and how she looked were cast away. and now, post-HBP, people are so overcome with their dislike of ginny that they don’t see just how terrific a character she is in the re-reading.
ginny’s brave and beautiful; she doesn’t have to choose between being one or the other. but harry, and the readers, only notice that she’s amazing— strong and stubborn and harboring the darkest memories of any of the hogwarts students without batting the slightest eyelash — once harry has a crush on her. 
and in the surge of the shittiness that is harry/ginny, ginny takes the hit most frequently. people bitch and moan about “ginny’s my least favorite character” and “ginny sux” and “i hate her” and i just want to shake them and say
“give her some goddamn respect; she suffered more than just about ANYONE in that damn series and then everyone who claimed to care about her JUST FORGOT.” 
but ginny didn’t forget. she kept her chin up and went on with her life— went on to have the most normal life of all of the teenagers we saw in the harry potter series, really. even though she never let anyone get as close to her as tom riddle ever again— she kept no “best friends” that we know of— ginny fought through and stayed strong, and there is a whole story of recovery and strength that harry wasn’t there to see, so we never got to experience it as readers.
but it happened— it HAD to have happened. you don’t just get OVER that (ginny makes it clear that she STILL hasn’t in the quote i listed above). there’s a story there— one that harry never gives a shit about finding out. and i love ginny because of that aspect of her. because she can have this whole, unspoken story that we only get in TINY bits and pieces based on what HARRY sees of her.
and fuck the haters, that story is awesome. ginny is a badass motherfucker and she survived tom riddle trying to suck her soul out of her at age eleven. that deserves some god damn respect, ok.

                    
                
            

            
            
        

    

    

        
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