#joongdok#ORV#kimdokja epilogue! Yoo Jungheok woke up, it was still dark and when he glanced at the clock it read, 2:33. He stretched and got up. He headed towards the patio, he opened the patio doors and stepped outside to the cool air. He looked up at the sky, a slight dislik
i survived tropical country heat my entire life like weather dropping at 40° but germany’s 25° got me walking around like a rotisserie chicken fighting for my life. this heat doesnt even feel real it feels personal. like the sun here wakes up every morning w hatred in its heart
tw: prostitution
🧵: thinking of grace's biodome using up a lot of resources and while eridians don't use money, they can refuse to cooperate and help aid grace. rocky expresses frustrations with these eridians to grace, and grace says, "maybe i could make it worth their while?"
“I don’t understand why women don’t just report it if it really happened.”
When I was 19, I reported mine. I had bruises. Hospital photos. Text messages of him apologizing the next morning. My friends drove me to the station because I could barely stop shaking. I thought evidence would make it simple. I thought truth would be enough.
Months later, I was the one on trial. His lawyer printed my Instagram photos and held them up in court. Asked why I wore crop tops. Asked why I drank that night. Asked why I didn’t scream louder. He replayed my police interview and pointed out every time I hesitated, every time I cried, every time my timeline wasn’t perfectly linear. “If it was traumatic,” he said, “why can’t she remember clearly?”
Sitting there while strangers debated my pain like it was a group project felt like being stripped again. My messages were projected on a screen. My body was described in detail. My character was picked apart like that was the real crime.
He walked out on bail. I walked out with panic attacks.
That’s why some women don’t report. Because even with bruises. Even with screenshots. Even when you do everything “right.” You still have to survive the assault twice, once in private, and once in public, just to maybe be believed.
I really hate Hudson so bad. Wdym you have a hot tattoo artists gf who loved and supported you when you had a shitbox and a dream, and a magical, hot co-star who became your best friend instantly? And he can just go to dinner and sit across and stare at them both?? Greed.