Imagine This

Imagine that your partner has been hitting you. Yelling at you. You’ve been married for a few years, you’re both in your 30s, you have a little daughter, and everything you do seems to be wrong. You’ve been made fun of, mocked and belittled by your partner.

But you need them, because you can’t take another failed relationship. You can’t be alone again, and they’ve got you convinced that all the beatings and scratches and scrapes are your fault.

You tell your friends and they laugh. No matter how many bruises or cuts you show them, it’s still your fault, so you hide them. You feel trapped, but you don’t feel like you can escape. You’re convinced that you’re just locking yourself in.

And you see online one day an article. Someone else went through what you have. They got the cuts, the bruises, the scratches. You see that here is hope and freedom from these beatings. The physical and emotional pain can go away, there is someone there to help!

So you write down a list of 10 abuse victim hotlines, for people being abused. And you call them one by one.

If you were a man:

6 of those hotlines would refuse to help because of your gender.

3 of those hotlines would refer you to or give you a number to a hotline dealing with people that abuse and are looking to stop.

1 of those hotlines would help.

Out of those 10, 2 of those would also laugh at you or say you deserved it.

If you were a woman:

10 of those hotlines would help.

Abuse is very scary, but what seems scarier to you; being abused, reaching out and getting the help you need, or being abused, reaching out and getting laughed and turned away over 60% of the time because of who you are?

Only 8% of men who call abuse hotlines find them ‘very helpful’ and get the assistance they need.

Women can abuse. Men can be abused. Men need equality and help too.

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vapour04

6 years ago

“May I please draw your OC?”

Reblog this message if you encourage anyone that wants to draw your OC to do so. No need to ask for permission in advance.

Go for it. Draw my OC. If you want, I’ll even give you reference posts. Go to town on it.

You are welcome to draw my OC and surprise me with the result. Seriously. In fact, I encourage it. I will proudly display whatever it is you submit to me regarding my OC. There is a chance that I will squeal about it for several days.

Even if you feel you aren’t good at whatever artistic adventure it is you do, please feel free to submit it to me. I want to see what you have done.

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vapour04

5 years ago

“Trick or Yeet!” I shout to the children when I open the door. “Yeet?” one says confusidly. I shrug. “Yeet it is.” I throw the child.

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vapour04

5 years ago

I was trying to scroll through the anti onision tag and that damn heathen hellspawn himself is using the tag. For my own mental health I have blocked his tumblr so I don’t need to see his stupidity.

There's over 9 million users on Tumblr now. Reblog if you're one of the few who's never EVER left anon hate in somebody's ask box.

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vapour04

6 years ago

Hhhhhhhh

🅱lease someone tell me what went down with Ninjago at SDCC?

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vapour04

6 years ago

A walking dead game AU I want to rewrite at some point. [Warning this is not proofread so there may or may not be some errors]

Lee knew that once you were bitten, that was it. You’re dead. You’ll turn into a walker. Panicking, Lee rolls up his sleeve and hides the bite. The last thing he needed was for everyone to panic before they found Clementine. Christa and Omid refuses to let Lee go alone. Kenny is reluctant to go so he doesn’t go with him. As Lee, Christa, and Omid go through the morgue, Lee quickly realizes that he wasn’t feeling a thing. He was bitten. Surely he’d be feeling something right? Lee doesn’t pass out after opening the elevator, so Omid and Christa leave the bite alone. As Lee walks through the herd he quickly realizes that the walkers aren’t even noticing him as he walks through. When Lee finally catches up to Clementine she kills the Stranger, and Lee takes her to safety. Lee covers Clementine in Walker guts to make her smell like them, and Lee covers himself, not that he needed to. Lee doesn’t pass out so Clementine doesn’t lock them inside the building. Lee shows Clementine the bite on his arm to which Clementine promptly freaks out. Giving Clementine some last minute advice, Lee hands her the extra gun and ammo he found in the room before Clementine parts ways with him. Clementine, Kenny, Omid, and Christa end up leaving without Lee, which Lee knew was the best thing for them. He knew he wasn’t immune, that’s just stupid.

Three years have passed. Christa has a three year old son named Chris. Clementine is now eleven-years-old. Having seen no sign of Lee in three years, Christa, Omid, Clementine, and Kenny assume that he is dead. Lee has completely changed since he got bitten three years ago. Being a person that’s immune to the walker virus, Lee has dodged his fair share of bullets through out the years. Because of that, Lee chose to be on his own. Having been alone for three years, Lee is a hardened man. As for our group, Omid was shot while protecting Clementine, which left Chris without a father, and Christa without a husband. At some point Christa gets separated from the group, which leaves Kenny, Chris, and Clementine all by themselves. Our group eventually comes across a Ski Lodge that Lee has been living in for the past three years. Lee having set up a security system, sees movement in his outside security system. Grabbing a shot gun, Lee walks onto the roof, and fires a warning shot into the air.

“That’s far enough!” A voice shouts into a microphone. Kenny’s eyes widened in shock. He recognized that voice.

“No, no fuckin’ way. It can’t be.” He says as he gets closer. His eyes widened when he sees Lee standing on the roof.

“LEE?!” Kenny asks. Lee puts the gun down, and climbs to the ground.

“You asshole! We thought you were dead!” Kenny shouts.

“Where have you been all this time?!” Clementine demands. Lee blinks when he doesn’t see Christa or Omid.

“What…where’s…” He asks, afraid of the answer.

“Omid… he got shot, and we got separated from Christa.” Kenny sighs.

“And the kid?” Lee asks.

“It’s theirs. His name is Chris.” Kenny answers. When Kenny finally looks at Lee his eyes widened when he sees a faint walker bite on his arm.

“What the hell is that?! Is that a bite?!” Kenny shouts.

“I got bitten okay?” Lee admits.

“When?!” Kenny shouts.