Going on hiatus.

So I know I’ve been gone a lot recently, and it’s been due to a number of different things; mostly that my muse has been slipping and I didn’t want to force it and risk losing him completely. Also, I’ve started writing my book again, having just got over almost a year-long bout of writer’s block and I received some wonderful encouragement from some lovely friends of mine. My main focus is my book, because I really want to tell my story and get it published. However, if the muse for this blog cones back, I promise I’ll respond to the threads I have in my drafts. Otherwise, I’ll continue to lurk and whatnot.

I doubt many of you will read this; just thought I would give an update in case anyone wanted to know. Also, I would tag all my lovely partners, but mobile won’t let me.

If you would like to chat, I have Skype and would be more than happy to give you my name there if you like. Just shoot me an ask! :)

saveme-shinigami:

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californiajones:

zelroid:

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anonymousjuice:

teasingjezebelle:

an0m0ly:

This is not my usual post. But it’s something I had to share. As you read this, imagine how your reaction would differ if this story were being told by a woman, talking about how her husband treated her.

I have been separated from my wife for over a year, though we continue to share a house. We live on separate floors. We share the house because we need to parent our son together, and because we can’t afford to maintain two households.

I’d like to tell you a story, illustrating one reason why I am divorcing her. This is an example of the treatment I have received over the past fourteen years.

This evening, while she was drinking her wine, my estranged wife took exception to the fact that I wanted to talk about how tense she’s been. She said she didn’t want to talk about it.

I left the room (so as to comply with her request).

I went upstairs to use our tiny guest bathroom. She began to yell and throw things around the kitchen, then eventually charged up the stairs and into the bathroom, just as I was finishing and getting ready to leave. She confronted me there, holding her half-full wine glass in her hand. Her voice got louder, her gestures wilder. 

She complained that I had upset her by wanting to talk when she had told me she didn’t want to talk. As I began to feel uncomfortable, I said, “You’re saying it’s my fault you can’t express your emotions responsibly like an adult?”

She said, “Yes!! It’s because you want to go off and take a vacation with your girlfriend!” Then she threw the contents of her glass in my face and smashed it against my bare chest.

The results are pictured here.

I stood there, with shattered glass at my feet, glass shards sticking in my skin, bleeding, for five minutes or so. I asked her to move so that I could leave. She waved the broken stem of the glass in the air and said, “Leave!! Who’s stopping you?”

I told her she was standing between me and the door. I felt threatened. 

She laughed and said, “You’re 6 foot 3 and 250 pounds! You can’t feel threatened by me!”

I said, “You just broke a glass on my chest and cut me. You’re standing there with the stem in your hands. Yes. I feel threatened.

She said, “No, you don’t.”

I asked her to move out of the way and let me pass. I didn’t want her to think I was pushing her or threatening her.

She held her ground, waved the broken stem and shouted, “Go on! Leave! I’m not stopping you!”

After I asked her repeatedly, she finally moved a bit and I left, carefully stepping over the broken glass.

I have posted this here as evidence, and to help those who may think that size and gender make a difference when abuse is concerned. People who, like my estranged, think some have permission to feel threatened and some don’t.

Abusers come in all sizes and genders.

She and I went to a half dozen therapists over the years. At each initial session, every therapist took a look at me, then at her (5’4” 150 lbs.). Then he or she would gravely ask my wife, “Do you feel safe?”

None ever thought to ask me.

Thanks for listening.

Because this needs to be shared. Because abuse is wrong no matter what. Because this saddens my heart.

honestly, fuck tumblr. if this was a woman this would be the only thing on my dash.

with that being said, fuck people who think that women are the only ones that can be abused in a relationship. and fuck crazy women, as well.

fuck crazy PEOPLE

thank you so much for this, it is a big pet peeve of mine when people only think women are the victims of abuse because it’s just not true

REBLOG IF YOU WANT LOVE LETTERS IN YOUR INBOX NOW

assbutt-in-the-garrison:

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Bonus points if they are from fictional characters.

well-notonly:

spikeghost:

walkintoasylum:

bookishbutcorruptible:

ahjareyn:

Holy mother of all crossovers. I NEED THIS LIKE AIR. BECAUSE JACK WOULD STILL BE THERE. AFLODKJF AL;SDKJF;DIFJA;OEIFN

SOMEONE FINALLY DID IT

BUT I NEED MORE.

OH MY GOD THIS IS BEYOND PERFECT

SOMEONE WRITE THE SHIT OUT OF THEM REUNITING PLEASE I WILL GIVE YOU MY FIRSTBORN CHILD

THIS THIS THIS ^^^

FUCKING ITS BACK I HAVE BEEN LOOKING FOR THIS FOREVER FINALLY

reckoner42:

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imreallyrandom:

The Walmart game.

Hmm..

I dont know if I can top that.

hold on I got this

i would totally get this. 

omfg

this is my favourite post on tumblr

THE LAST THREE! I AM SO DONE! 

it got better

daisyrazor:

anachronistique:

detectivebuttcop:

youngblackandvegan:

jonesalicious:

So after belle and the beast got married they have to buy all new furniture since like half their castle turned into people

Beauty and the Beast 2: The Trip to Ikea

#NO ONE ASSEMBLES YOUR VITTSJÖ LIKE GASTON

don’t ask gaston to help, your place will just end up like

Reblogging so you, too, can have the song stuck in your head.

messerehawke:

there is nothing shameful about enjoying romance

there is nothing shameful about enjoying romance

THERE IS NOTHING SHAMEFUL ABOUT ENJOYING ROMANCE

_Sometimes:

_{I only reply to certain threads because that’s what I have the muse for.}

_{I take forever to write starters}

_{Please forgive me for the fact that I am slow these days.} 

the-absolute-funniest-posts:

disneybakerdcp:

she’s like 5 and here I am at 21 and I would have the same reaction

this video is the bestest.

Okay seriously. Reblog if you’re OLDER than 11.