girl culture is turning around every few feet when you’re walking alone to see if someone’s following u
Learn to peep through the corner of your eye so you’re not quite so obvious when you turn.
Putting in your earphones so hopefully no random men try to talk to/harass you but not actually playing music so you can listen for footsteps/other suspicious noises behind you.
feeling like someone is following you and subtly shifting whatever object you’re holding into a better grip so you can use it as a bludgeon if the person behind you tries anything
Being fucking terrified when street lamps give you more than one shadow
just girly things~🌟
Ok, buckle up for some advice from your local redhead who grew up in a collection of iffy neighborhoods.
Square. The Frick. Up.
No one to fight? No one near? Square Up.
Leaving work late? Going out on public transit? Square Up.
Don’t know how to fight? Terrified? Square Up.
Square Up doesn’t mean fists up and ready to punch in this case it just means shoulders back chin up and walk like you might be late for an argument.
The deal with the threats we face is that it’s classic predator/prey dynamics. Preds look for prey, not other preds. Walk like a predator not prey. Sometimes that doesn’t work. Sometimes that one pred doesn’t get the idea.
Sucks to be them. Cuz they’re not getting out of this without a serious slice of humble pie. Be it a simple comment or getting their skin cells under your fingernails, that’s up to them. Don’t talk more than absolutely necessary, keep it short and powerful. “I don’t have time” seems to work best for me bc it’s urgent, true, and usually not insulting enough to feel like a challenge. Stay visible, never hide.
You’ve been grabbed? Grab. Them. Back. Your hand over their wrist, nails digging into the softest skin possible. Take the power, take the situation, it’s yours. You grab that wrist and lean back, pivot on your feet, turn and use both your strength and body weight to swing them off of you. Yell. “Do not touch me!” They’ll usually become less interested after this point, you’re putting up too much of a fight, you’re ‘a psycho bitch’. Damn right you are you gorgeous beast.
If they don’t give up on you, God forbid, they attack? Go for broke. Hit the soft parts, throat and genitals are the best. Men: grab a handful of the Twins and squeeze as hard as you can while pulling and twisting. Women: same deal up top, tiddies are sensitive as we’re just as prone to crotch-shots as men. Can’t do that? Bite and Scratch. Get their evidence on you and yours on them. Nothing is more incriminating than a human bite mark. Be the reason they need to go to a hospital.
Yell and scream as much as possible, I don’t care what just scream.
No direct threat? Just the ol anxiety playing up? Trust your gut, the one time you don’t will be the one time you wish you did.
Contrary to popular belief, you can call emergency services. Tell the operator “I’m walking home and feel unsafe” and they’ll stay on the line with you, might even send a nearby squad car to give you a lift home. Don’t feel safe calling the police? Call or text your closest relationship. Talk to them the whole way back, text them every five minutes like clockwork.
All these things are two pronged: address the immediate threat and aid investigators in the future should the worst occur. Don’t be afraid to ask for help. Have a well meaning but maybe dense friend? Ask them to walk with you, they may not have known you were scared.
Most people are great, they’ll help you even if you’re a frazzled thing pounding on their front door past midnight bc the shadows aren’t trustworthy. Go for the house with the nicest garden, I’ve never met a mean green thumb they’re always the loveliest.
When you yell make sure you yell as loud as you can in a deep voice phrases like “No!” and “Don’t touch me!” and “I don’t want to go with you!” because then any eye witnesses in the area will tell the cops that they were handling you against your will.
-FemaleWarrior
Also if push comes to shove, elbows are your friends! Elbow them in the stomach or side, even in the soft bits. kick them possibly in the knees (or the back of the knee, even better) and if you really need to get out of a situation, eye gouge them possible as a last resort. Head butting is efficient even hair pulling. It may distract them enough to get them to loosen their grip.
Seth smiled softly at him, grateful that Derek had listened to him – that he understood what Seth was trying to say. “I know.” He whispered, tilting his head and moaning at the kiss to his pulse and again when he could feel Derek’s hand between his legs. “D-Derek, please.” Seth bit down on his lip, eyes closing.
Derek moved carefully but with a quicker peace, going as quickly as he could. He kept his attention on Seth, wanting to make sure he picked up on any changes from his boyfriend’s emotional state. After a few moments of prepping him, he leaned to kiss him again. “Are you still okay, Seth?” he asked.
I thought they would all be food or clothing, but some of these categories are insane, 10 varietys of subscription boxes for witchy women?
I’m getting one for my dog!
FUTURE ME
They’re having a 30% off sale for mothers day. Thanks mom, for 30% of my book club box
ok guys i thought “yeah yeah one for everything but never me right” NO WRONG THERE ARE LITERALLY SO MANY I FOUND SO MANY I WANTED THAT I DIDN’T EVEN THINK I NEEDED!!!!! I DON’T WANT ANYTHING BUT THESE FOR EVERY FUTURE PRESENT GIVING OCCASION
(TW: Mentions of depressions, tattoos as substitutes for self harm, Peter is in a bad place mentally. This is a darker fic, but it turns around in the end)
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Peter Parker got his first tattoo seventeen days after Uncle Ben died.
It was his fault after all, that Uncle Ben was gone. Some weird cosmic retaliation for being foolish enough to enjoy having his spider powers maybe. Karma getting back at him for being a stubborn snarky teenager who should have just listened and not been a brat, perhaps. Or maybe the universe just had it out for him, just like it had since his parents had disappeared.
Either way, Uncle Ben died and it was Peter’s fault and seventeen days later he was in a sketchy tattoo shop getting inked by a guy who had looked him up and down, muttered something about “underage kid probably wanting a stupid ass tattoo” and had directed him towards a chair anyway.
“I want a spider.” Peter said softly, clearly. “Right here.” He pointed to the spider-bite that had never really gone away, still a visible bump against his skin. “Nothing fancy. A black body, eight legs, call it good.”
“A spider.” the artist repeated. “What for?”
“Does it matter?” Peter slumped in his chair and closed his eyes when the needle started buzzing. “Just give me a spider.”
“Yeah, whatever.”
It barely hurt, or at least the pain barely registered, and with such a small tattoo, Peter was inked and done and out the door in less than an hour, the spider harsh and black against his skin.
It was his first tattoo, a silent reminder of what he had caused, a silent acknowledgment of his guilt.
It was his first tattoo, but it wasn’t the last, not even close.
Thor kissed him softly. “There are children who need homes, Loki,” he answered gently. “If we can not have our own, we will find children who need us and bring them home to raise them as ours. We have more than enough to give to any children we wish to raise.”
Loki relaxed into Thor, green eyes closing as he let himself soak up Thor’s warmth. “I love you,” he breathed quietly, reaching to run slender fingers through blonde hair. “My King and soulmate.” His worries were eased knowing that children weren’t necessary for him to keep Thor’s love. “When are we required home?”
“I won’t get hurt. I’m fine,” Alec argued gently. He had a bad habit of working more than taking care of himself, sure, but he hadn’t gotten hurt. Not yet anyway. Well, that wasn’t counting the time he’d gotten sick and that was something he wasn’t going to mention ever again. Alec grumbled a little as the pen was taken out of his hand. “When did you become such a mother hen?” Alec asked. He sighed once more and stood up. “Alright, worrywart. I’m going to bed. Though if I’m going to bed, you’re going with me.” It had been awhile since they’d shared a bed, but he wasn’t going to complain about it. Alec glanced back at his paperwork once more before he guided the way out of his office and toward his bedroom instead. “How was your patrol? Was there any unusual activity?”
“Maybe not at the moment.” Jace countered, bicolored eyes watching Alec as he urged him out of the chair. “I’m a mother hen where you’re concerned, Alec. Especially after you worked yourself into a bad cold.” he said easily, arching a brow pointedly. HE chuckled, leaning to kiss Alec’s temple. “I have to shower first, but I don’t mind staying in your room tonight.” He kept a safer distance as they walked the halls, knowing the last thing they needed was a Clave probe into their relationship. In public, they were just best friends, but behind closed doors, they were far closer than that. “It was long. But nothing out of the norm. It was quiet tonight.” he answered, stopping at his room to grab a change of clothes before joining Alec in the hall again and expertly hiding his clothes as they finished walking to the bedroom. “I was glad when it was time to come home.”
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