for cupcakecore, and anyone else who wants more Mr. Cat gifs
I just saw this post, that’s so sweet, thank you! My favorites are his physical reactions like in the top and bottom right, or when he rolls around on the floor. It’s just ridiculous and wonderful.
thoughts about shipping
I’ve been thinking about taboo ships lately.
And I think ultimately my biggest problem with these type of relationships in fandoms is that people think because it’s fanfiction or even just fiction that it’s okay.
But it’s not okay.
It is disingenuous to say that representation does not matter for your taboo ship because it’s fiction. Especially when you turn around and say representation of minority groups matter and that’s why fan-fiction about said groups is so important even if it’s not canon.
Representation always matters, even in the smallest way. And if you are representing something that is unhealthy and damaging in the real world that’s not okay.
There are not enough gifs of Neko Sensei/Mr. Cat from Princess Tutu freaking out.
Why doesn’t a masterpost exist of all of them? They are all great and describe my feelings about life in general perfectly.
Anonymous asked: I read your story about planned parenthood and while I think that Planned Parenthood did the right thing for you, I want to ask what they didn't: why didn't you leave? I'm sorry, I don't want to be disrespectful, but I'm always curious about those stories, because, as someone who never went trough this, I just can't understand this. And I'd like to know more, in case I ever need to help someone in a situation like this.
Abusive relationships are complicated and they are all different. My reasons will not give you the magic key to understanding, but since you asked.
Because I loved and feared him.
Because I loved him. Because I thought he loved me. Because I thought I could help him, change him, fix him. Because I didn’t want to abandon him.
Because I feared him. Because he controlled every aspect of my life to such an extent that making decisions without him become inconceivable to me. He isolated me. He made me feel that I was worthless. He made me feel like I deserved every thing he did to me. Because he made me think no one else would ever love me, but him. Because I was afraid he would kill me if I tried to leave.
The doctor didn’t ask me why, because she probably knew the answer. “Why” isn’t a helpful question. When you’re in the midst of the abuse, your perception of reality is so distorted, you’re not making rational decisions. That’s what abusers do. They distort right and wrong so that you start to see the abuse as normal. As part of life.
I don’t mind answering this, but I will say that these types of questions can come off as victim-blaming and can be very triggering. If you are really interested in helping—educate yourself, learn the red flags, learn about the programs that are available to help. Above all, if you know someone in an abusive situation, listen to them. Be available and listen.
There are some really great resources available online if you want to know more.
Love is Respect (Information on red flags and explanation of the “power wheel”.)
RAINN (Hotline as well as resources for abuse and sexual assault)
National Coalition Against Domestic Violence (Resources and links to state specific programs)
Good summary of other organizations here.
I know I’ve told this story before, but my abusive ex refused to let me take birth control. I was on the pill until he found them in my purse.
I went to the Student Health Center—they were completely unhelpful, choosing to lecture me about the importance of safe sex (recommending condoms) instead of actually listening to my problem.
Then I went to Planned Parenthood. The Nurse Practitioner took one look at my fading bruises and stopped the exam. She called in the doctor. The doctor came in and simply asked me: “Are you ready to leave him?” When I denied that I was being abused, she didn’t argue with me. She just asked me what I needed. I said I need a birth control method that my boyfriend couldn’t detect. She recommended a few options and we decided on Depo.
When I told her that my boyfriend read my emails and listened to my phone messages and was known to follow me, she suggested to do the Depo injections at off hours when the clinic was normally closed. She made a note in my chart and instructed the front desk never to leave messages for me—instead, she programmed her personal cell phone number into my phone under the name “Nora”. She told me she would call me to schedule my appointments; she wouldn’t leave a message, but I should call her back when I was able to.
And that was it. No judgment. No lecture. She walked me to the door and told me to call her day or night if I needed anything. That she lived 5 blocks from campus and would come get me. That I wasn’t alone. That she just wanted me to be safe.
I never called her to come to my rescue. But I have no doubt that she would have come if I had called. She kept me on Depo for a year, giving me those monthly injections in secret, helping me prevent a desperately unwanted pregnancy.
I cannot thank Planned Parenthood enough for the work they do.”