#TW: child molestation

[kieraplaysthesims]

"You fucking slut...you...you....child molester! He's only 14"

"I was drunk...I don't know what came over me!"

"You can keep the penthouse. We're moving as far away as we can."

[voidingintotheshout]

Vague video description: in this news clip from Philip DeFranco, he outlines what has been going on with YouTuber Nikocado. So essentially Nickocado pre-recorded all of his videos for the last two years while he underwent a drastic weight loss of 250 pounds. He then revealed that the video that was released less than a week ago showing him a 350+ pounds was from two years ago. He describes this, as an elaborate prank of him making himself the villain, to prove some weird point about the bankruptcy of the attention economy? This combined with the Dr DisRespect story from the same (full length) episode of the Philip DeFranco show from the same day (today) in which Dr DisRespect seems to imply that the child molestation allegations against him were all part of some “master plan” of his to prove a point that people will believe anything. What a monster.

Sheesh. I think this is a really great time to remind everybody that we all don’t have to be on the Internet. We can literally just be off-line and chat with friends and read a book and go hiking and whatever. The permanently online brain rot apparently extends to content creators as well. Weird. 

[punkeropercyjackson]

'Incest is inherently complex and mature storytelling' always sends me and so does the historical significance of it as 'proof' it is.Ancient Greece is thee pedestary era because misogyny was so strong men would rather be incestous pedophiles than date women,incest as gay culture is almost ENTIERLY a white westerner thing and is frowned upon like everywhere due to the studies that proved it's familial abuse with no posibility of consent on both sides and sometimes even neither,'family members being ultra intimate/intense if they're the same gender is coded incest' is literal Gay Panic propaganda,m/f incest is always just dudebro fantasies that violently misogynizes the girl in it,a lot of incest shippers and incestplayers are simply only children and therefore don't really understand sibling dynamics OR middle/high schoolers who were exposed to incest shipping online through their fandoms and think they're smartypants edgelords that understand REAL drama only they're tragically just grooming victims and i could go on!It's not 'discrimination' to be anti-incest even in fiction and the bedroom,it's having a brain and care for other people!There's countless ways to tell a dark and even bleak story without involving positively potrayed incest,ESPECIALLY if it's just for porn and it's no longer just a private bedroom thing when you blog about it in PUBLIC tags that ANYONE can find and the social media account creation age is 13,NOT 18+ so watch yourselves.Curation of your experience applies to you too and ageism applies to the minors you bully for being triggered over incest more than it does you seeing as you actually have power over them,online AND systematically.Kill the cop in your head-They don't think incest is actually bad either and that's why black people invented acab

[fxtalitygod]

VII. ~Survival~

Summary: You were determined to survive longer than anyone, even if you were set to marry him.

Genre: Historical AU, angst, mature, suggestive, arranged-marriage

Warnings: Dark themes, theme/depictions of horror, swearing/language, suggestive, mentioned pedophilia, child molestation, attempted child sexual assault, mentions of adult murder, implications of impregnating, implied Stockholm Syndrome, images/depictions of dead bodies, slight misogynistic themes (if you squint).

Word Count: 2.8k

A/N: Soooooo... this is the shortest chapter I've ever written, but it wasn't my intention. To be honest, I kept becoming unhappy with the results and kept going back to fix it, but it never felt right. At the end of the day, I decided to touch into an uncovered territory of (Y/n) that I had debated on for a while and enjoyed the results. I promise the next chapter will be longer and will cover more bases! Enjoy Chapter 7 of Survival!!

P.S. I know I said I'd get this chapter out in May, but it's currently June 1st, 12:26pm (for me), so take it or leave it!!! (╥﹏╥)

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"Y/n, wait up!"

You turned to see your little sister running over to catch up to your quick pace, grabbing her hand as she extended it to you. The two of you were pushing through the crowd in the market, holding on to each other as if it were for dear life. You would rather be damned than lose any of your younger siblings upon your watch.

"We need to hurry! We have to be home before Mother starts dinner," you noted breathlessly, "She cannot even start if we do not get these ingredients to her on time," referring to the basket you were holding close to your form.

Your sister gave an obedient response as she focused on your swift gait. You could only smile at the young girl's compliance— had it been any of your other more youthful siblings, they may have given you replies of retaliation out of their immaturity, but she was a sweet child who clearly looked up to and admired you. Turning your attention back towards the road of the market square, you saw that you were close to the exit that would lead you on the path home, sighing in relief as you slightly sped up your stride; however, before the two of you could exit you felt a hand wrap around your arm, pulling you and your sister into a secluded area.

"Now, what do we have here?" A gruff voice sounded, "Two pretty little buds have stumbled upon my path."

The voice was clearly a male's, and he was undoubtedly intoxicated as his speech was slurred, plus his stride was far from straight as he walked closer towards you. He circled the two of you like a vulture over a carcass, his eyes narrow and intimidating as he looked at your youthful figures, disgustingly licking his lips. The predator eventually moved into the light, revealing his aged appearance. The man was clearly an older one, his rough, oily skin and few missing teeth being a telling sign of his seniority; if he was any younger than you had assumed, he did not age gracefully.

“I-I’m sorry, sir,” you started, unintentionally stuttering as you spoke, “b-but we have to be home before sunset,” you finished explaining, your voice slightly cracking as you spoke due to the fear swelling in your chest. Despite your own terror, you tried to keep your stance straight to give your sister peace of mind, pulling the little girl behind you to act as her human shield.

“No worries,” the stranger chuckled, before reaching around you and grabbing your sister by her forearm before pushing you onto the ground, holding your chest down with his foot, “I’ll make you both into proper women before then,” the man closed his statement, making his advance on your younger sibling first.

You struggled as you tried to push the man’s foot off your torso, but your attempts were futile. The sick individual only grew tired of your punching, moving, and scratching as he decided to kick you to the nearby wall. Your gaze followed his figure as you weakly got up, only to be pushed into the wall once more, feeling cuts and scratches being made upon your flesh. The male took hold of something at the corner of your eye, still keeping your sister in a tight grip as she struggled. In moments, your hands and legs were tied, and a solid heavy stone was placed upon your lap to keep you from getting up anytime soon.

“Y/N!” Your sister screamed with tears in her eyes as the predator began to touch and kiss her pure skin with his contaminated flesh.

Your mind paced watching the scene, bile rising to your throat as you grew repulsed. Before long, the disgusting creature decided to yank at her clothes— that was the moment you snapped.

“Wait, take me instead! I’ll let you do whatever you want to me!” You yelled in haste. The decision was made with little thought, but as long as your sister was safe, you could live with the disgust.

The man paused to think for a moment before a repulsive grin overtook his expression, quickly going to restrain your sibling before removing your bonds. The moment you were free was the moment you were infested by his greedy touches. If the contact of his fingers and lips didn’t make you want to gag, the feeling of his bulge between your thighs made you want to vomit.

You thought that by sacrificing yourself for your sister's safety, you would be able to tolerate his blatant violation, but you could only feel your resolve weaken as his lingering touches began making your skin burn, but not in a good way. Despite your discomfort, you continued to indulge in his horrific actions, deciding to let out your emotions with tears and balled fists. Things weren't any easier as you heard the choked sobs of your younger sibling as she watched the setting, feeling your dignity and pride being washed away. Everything was going as the man wanted– he was getting his fixture of pleasure while two young girls suffered. If his hard-on wasn't a signal of his enjoyment, his chuckles and wretched words were an unmistakable banner.

"You're such a pretty little thing, so obedient for me. Y'know, I think that deserves a reward," the aged man cackled, moving his hands to remove his garments, changing course to strip you as well.

"(Y/N)!!!" your sister screeched, loud enough for her voice to echo in the alley.

Before you could say any words of comfort for the little girl, the man turned around, obviously not pleased with her outburst. The man's nostrils flared as he raised a hand and hit the young girl. The audible smack did not settle with you, and you could feel a temper you had never felt before build up inside you. You do not remember what happened next, but everything went pitch black for a second, and when you opened your eyes...

All you saw was the body of the pedophile lying on the floor, unmoving and breathless.

You stared at the lifeless figure, not knowing what to say as the scarlet liquid began to pool in a puddle beneath his form. Lifting your crown, you looked around to maybe see who the culprit of killing the man was; however, the alley was empty– just you and your sister. Speaking of the sibling in question, you swiftly moved to retrieve the girl only to see that her restraints were already broken and that she was unconscious, yet breathing.

Questions began to fill your mind, but you pushed them aside, focusing on the current circumstances. You wasted no more time as you went to lift the little girl onto your back, picking up the basket of ingredients before making your trek home. Although one problem was resolved, there was still another pressing matter...what would you tell your parents? Unfortunately, you did not have much time to think up an answer to that as you were now at your front door, sliding the object to reveal the worried expressions of your parents.

The couple rambled, asking what had happened, questioning why the two of you were late and battered. The more they interrogated, the louder the ringing in your ears started to develop, effectively drowning out their uneasy voices. You didn't know what to say or what to do. Would it be a good idea to tell them the truth? What if they wouldn't believe you? Would you be punished? How would they even react?

"We were playing in the fields and had an accident, but we're alright now. (S/n) fell asleep on our way back, she really exerted herself."

The lie was sour in your mouth, but you thought it was the better route when you pictured the corpse lying on the dirt floor. How would you explain such a gruesome sight? The answer is you would not because there wasn't an explanation to give– you didn't even know what had happened.

The night went on as usual, your parents buying your story and continuing regular activity. When your sister had risen, she didn't remember a thing, only saying the last thing she recalled was shopping at the market. Your parents didn't think much of it as they gave her a simple reply before having her eat with the family. When you were presented with your plate, you could hardly stomach the sight of the food; however, you knew it would be rude to waste a precious meal, so you ate and shoved whatever bile threatening to scale your esophagus down.

After the meal, you were tasked with helping your mother clean the dishes. It was quiet between you both as you scrubbed the dishware and bowls, not yet feeling comfortable to voice words. Although you opted to stay muted, your mother did not make indications she would do the same.

"Thank you for taking care of your sister," the woman started, giving you a warm smile, "she really looks up to you, and I could not be prouder of that."

Her words broke you then and there as your eyes glossed over, feeling tears cascade down your face. Your mom stopped what she was doing and took hold of your face to have you look at her, "Whatever is the matter, dear?"

"But I didn't take care of her. She got hurt today because of my incompetence. How can I call myself a good sister after that?" You choked out between quiet sobs.

"Accidents happen, my dear," the parent soothed as she pulled you in, petting your hair to calm you, "The best thing you can do is learn from them."

You could only nod into your mother's bosom, not trusting your own voice at the time being. Maybe she was right– you just had to ensure the incident wouldn't repeat itself. You repeated that statement mentally as she held you, so why did you still feel guilty.

"After all, you took care of it, my dear," your mother sounded, "You killed that vile man."

Your eyes shot open, your breathing heavy, and your pulse uneven as you woke from your nightmare. It wasn't the first time that night terror had occurred, but you had to admit it had been a while since it had. Ever since birthing your children, the nightmares had been more consistent.

At first, they were an occasional occurrence, but as the months passed, once or twice a month turned into three to four times a week. Some lasted longer than others, and others were more frightening than some. Either way, your once dreamless nights began to fill with discomforting and restless evenings. Despite the abnormality of some of the dreams, you only deduced it as a result of stress. You kept yourself levelheaded on the outside, but within, you were drowning in your overwhelming thoughts.

Ever since your everlasting pact with Sukuna, things around the temple began to change significantly, at least for you. Perhaps someone with an ordinary eye would not notice these small changes, but you were focused on the finer details. Minimal adjustments such as staffing, specifically the addition of two new guards. It was not a large sum of security, definitely not an army, but for even one guard to join Sukuna's ranks was unusual. Your husband had not much need for any more manpower as he had plenty of that as it already was; however, the stranger part is that they seemed to be patrolling the areas where the mothers resided. This did not go unnoticed by anyone as rumors were already spreading, but everyone seemed to hold an opposite reaction from your own.

"Well, they definitely do not hurt my eyes.~"

"I heard from one of the kitchen maids that they're Sukuna's spies. Apparently, one of the moms here is being distasteful."

"Our dear husband protecting his prizes, how sweet.~"

"This was bound to happen since last year's inspections– truly disappointing how many failed progeny there were."

Meaningless jokes, endearing words, bustling rumors, but no mentions of concerns. You found this new detail far from good because the guards were not focused on the mothers nor the children but rather on the surroundings of the room they inhabited. Their eyes were cautious and were jumping from place to place, their forms tense, almost as if they were waiting for something to happen. Despite these prominent cues, everyone seemed to overlook it– you had heard a few women state that `Sukuna did not want them looking upon his prizes.`

"Y/n-sama, I've been requested to escort you to the gardens," a voice sounded; however, it was not your attendant but rather Uraume who had called out to you.

You had been seeing the individual more often than usual– what started off as passing glances and minimal greetings had turned into confrontational meetings and regular appearances; this happened to be one of those instances. It did not take you long to rise from your relaxed state, moving to take hold of your children before turning to Sukuna's right hand. Uraume did not say anything, only giving you a bow and a gesture to follow them to the gardens, where your attendant would most likely be waiting. Usually, the girl would be the one who greeted you on these mornings, but because of your recurring night terrors, you opted to have her take the time to focus on other tasks, telling her that you could wake yourself; however, when you first brought this conversation up, she hesitated on the idea. After some convincing, your attendant finally caved and gave you the mornings to yourself, but that did not last long.

It took around a week or two for Sukuna to figure out that you were spending most of your mornings alone, which your partner did not appreciate. Despite his detesting of the news, he did not lash out at anybody for it– the man seemed more apprehensive than infuriated. It took only a few days for Sukuna to appoint his direct helper to retrieve you. From then on, you were seen with Uraume for most of the morning before they left to perform their other duties.

You followed the individual down the corridor, glancing at the walls and what inhabited them. There wasn't much decorating the temple as Sukuna was not a sentimental man– he hardly kept his offerings unless they were of necessity. The walls were blank and lifeless, and viewing them could drive you insane if you focused on them.

"Y/n-sama, do you love Sukun-sama?"

Your breath hitched as you moved your gaze to look at the back of Uraume's head. There question left you speechless; however, it was not because you did not have an answer but rather their sudden interest that took you aback. The person did not vocalize their thoughts much, but you could always tell when they were thinking to themselves.

"Yes, he is my husband. Why would I not love him?" you quickly stated.

"You do not have to lie to me (Y/n)-sama."

You could not help but worry at Uraume's comment. Did they know your intentions? Were they going to remove your twins from your care? Had they already discussed this with Sukuna? How long did you have left?

"And where is your evidence of that, Uraume?" you managed to keep your voice leveled despite the anxiety creeping up on you, but you needed to keep your composure if you wanted to win this little tussle, being if you had to fight at all.

A chuckle resonated through the hall.

"You're right... I have no proof, only my own conspiracies. I admire your ability to hold that over me– your defensive side is a site to see. If I'm being honest, when you first came to the temple, I did not think much of you as I thought you were just another woman to bear Sukuna's kin; you proved me wrong (Y/n)-sama. I do not understand how you managed, but you have Sukuna-sama wrapped around your finger like I have never seen before," Uruame voiced, a lightness to their tone before continuing, "Perhaps it is for the best, after all, you are both seem satisfied with your current standing."

For the rest of the trip, you sustained the following stillness, only giving the individual a hum in response to their last comment. When the garden came into view, you internally sighed in relief, glad to rid yourself of this mind-wracking conversation. Too bad things couldn't stay that way.

"Y/n-sama, your village has started to retaliate against Sukuna's command. Truth be told, it has been going on for the past year; however, things have started to escalate— for the sake of your family unit, keep yourself on guard," The righthand warned, turning to leave you to your daily activities.

Just peachy, another occurrence to write down in your list of troubles.

You would not get proper rest in a while.

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[revacholian-girl-utena]

There are no stars. There is no light. There will be no future. (Requested by @thediscoelysiumlesbian )

Alt text: Screencaps from Revolutionary Girl Utena with overlaid text. 1: A closeup of Anthy's eyes, hair down and no glasses, staring down Utena in the moment she discovers Akio abusing Anthy. Text: "Oh, yes."

2: A closeup of Utena's eyes, wide with shock, from the same scene. Text: "This is real darkness."

3: A framed photo of Akio and Anthy, half in shadow as the window shades rise to reveal the room. Text: "Real darkness has love for a face."

4: Anthy's silhouette, hair flying wildly, pierced by many blades. Text: "The first death is in the heart." End alt text.

[muchisutes-geta-strap]

In the freaked show. Straight touching jt. And by ‘it’. Let’s justr say. A 12 year old

[kcyars99]

it goes without saying that child molestaton is nothing to make fun of nor you should out the victim of sexual abuse because it’s the victims story to tell

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Drake has zero problems harassing and targeting the wives and fiancé of his rivals (pusha t and Kendrick Lamar) and targeting women who once were associated with him but want nothing to do with him (Rihanna, Serena, Megan) but had to be shamed into being a father to his own son

and while he’s sitting here talking about how Kendrick being a "woman beater” and his son not being his but Dave free he’s out there being friends with that leprechaun who shot at Megan four years ago advocating for his freedom which is never gonna happen , possibly hiding an 11 year old daughter , text messaging teenage girls like a lovesick boyfriend even though he’s old enough to be their father and him being loud and wrongo about his rivals rough childhood(see the critical and commercial flop The Heart Part 6 in which f Drake claims that Lamar fixates on the topic of pedophila because of his own supposed molestation as a child, labeling this "trauma from [Lamar's] own confessions". Drake traces this to Lamar's song "Mother I Sober" off of his 2022 album Mr. Morale & The Big Steppers, referring to the song as "that one record where you say you got molested". However, the referenced song is actually about generational trauma and Lamar's mother not believing him when he truthfully told her he had not been molested.)

so it’s a problem for Kendrick to have a successful hit making record breaking potential song of the summer and song of the year, which is a complete annihilation of Drake but it’s okay for Drake to make light of molestation, messing with his male rivals family members and children’s, being inappropriate with teenage girls and hide children and not take care of them and make light of the trauma of black folks more specifically black women traumatic experiences and hangs out with these women’s abusers and it’s all friends with them? Are you kidding me? Don’t make me laugh.

I don’t care if there’s a gummy bear, teddy bears, the bearstein bears, Chicago Bears, Chicago Cubs, Yogi Bear, polar bear, black bear, grizzly bears, mama bear , Jeremy Allen White from the TV series the bear, little bear from the children series little bear, Paddington Bear, corduroy bear, Winnie the Pooh, Bear Grylls, heck, even smoky the bear I’m choosing those bears over Drake every time because they are not a sassy immature biiich like him

[worst-mother-throwdown]

BRACKET 2

Round 1

TW: incest, sex abuse, child molestation, child sex abuse, manipulation, torture, child neglect, murder, child abandonment

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[g1rlr0tt3n]

decided to write out my life story because i felt like it was time to. HERE ARE SOME MAJOR TW’S: father-daughter 1nceśt, SA, animal abvse, hypers3xuality, svicidal ideation, drug mention

Okay, here we go. I havent told the full story with details to anyone i know in real life before. Nobody on here actually knows who i am, so i feel safe enough to just spill here. Keep in mind i havent let these instances details truly leave my mind. 

My father, lets call him Jace, my fraternal grandmother, Betty. The reason i give these family members actual names instead of calling them dad/grandma is because i do not consider them family.  Now, lets begin with some context. Jace and my mother had me when my mom was 15 and he was almost 30. My mom thought he was cool because Jace and my fraternal aunt would buy her marijuana and alcohol, hence them getting closer, him grooming her, then she became pregnant, and had me. Betty had already not liked me from the moment i was born, because my mother had absent parents and was living with Jace, putting alot more on Betty’s plate. This house was old, build by my fraternal family ancestors in the 1800’s. The house was 2 bedrooms with a small living room and garage accessible from the dining room, which was next to the living room. Im bad at explaining it, but its just a very small house. With a newborn baby and a teenage girl, we were not suitable to be living there. Betty loved having cats and dogs, but didnt care for them properly, making the house reek like cat/dog urine. The carpet in the living room was a whole darker shade because of how much urine stains that were embedded into the carpet, and on top of that, in the hallway going to Jace’s room, we had a VERY old cat that could not walk. He had a spot at the very end of the hallway that he liked to sit, and eventually Jace got too lazy to carry him outside so he urinated and pooped in that spot, and it smelt 10x worse if it hadnt smelt like death already. We had six cats (including the old one) that were always vomiting all over the house. We had two dogs, a sheep herd dog and a small chihuahua. The sheep herd dog had SEVERE fleas and would constantly rip its flesh open damn near to the bone trying to itch. Our dog was constantly limping around the house yelping so loud it almost sounded human, leaving droplets of blood sometimes. The chihuahua got fleas from the sheep herd dog, and she was one of those chihuahuas that had bulging eyes that pees everywhere when they get too excited. Her fur was severely matted and there was clumps of her blonde fur everywhere. Once i was older, and my mom had her own house and had my siblings, the fleas seriously got bad because the sheep herd dog got older and had gotten more infected. The fleas began nipping on my flesh too. Id come home from Jace’s house with open sores on my legs, arms, and stomach. 

(These next details were told to me by certified court documentation and notes taken by cops/detectives and my mom, relayed back to me.)

My mothers house was clean and pristine, a “normal” house for children. My mom was livid i was in these living conditions but couldnt do anything about it, because my family would lie to the court that i hated my mom, even going as far as to say that i was so terrified of my mom that i called my aunt “mommy” instead because i “wanted her to be my mommy instead”. When i turned about four or five, i came home to my mom one day, and i causally told her something that would change everything indefinitely. “Dad touches me, and he says i cant tell anyone because the cops will come, and it tickles.” See, i had thought this was normal for a mom and dad to do. I thought it wouldve been okay, assuming that my mom wouldnt think anything of it. Clearly, my mom knew what was going on, and god did she flip out. She called the police, and filed a report. Cops came to the house to interview me. The only memory i have of them coming to my house was when the cop sat on the couch, i was showing him my sparkly purple Leapfrog tablet. I was so oblivious. After what my mom said was two hours of asking me questions, he had asked me the color of Jace’s penis, and i told him without hesitation. The cop asked where he touched me, i told him without hesitation. Then the cop asked, “do you know the difference between good and bad? Can you tell me what a good thing to do is, and what a bad thing to do is?” Obviously i was fucking four. The question was far to complex. So, the cop took his stupid fucking clipboard, and left. I did 3 pap smears and all three showed severe vaginal tearing, which the doctors and court said that children like to “play with themselves” and i couldve easily done it myself. They gave me and my mother a one month restraining order, and that was that. 

Fast foward to about when i was 8-10, i was going to my dads house alot less. I had no memory of Jace molesting me and no memory of me telling my mom, just the cop and the Leapfrog tablet. Thats the only thing I remember that my mom didnt have to tell me years later. Jace had bad hygeine, and since i was hitting puberty, i needed to shower more often due to body odor. He didnt care to ask me to bathe or make sure i did. After staying at Jace’s house for five days or more, i wouldnt shower that whole time. I would sit on my computer, talking on reddit, discord, and twitter since Jace literally did not fucking care who i was interacting with online. Once my mom yelled at Jace, he began making me shower at his house. The shower knobs in his house were old and complicated so when i needed to shower, he would have to turn it on for me. He would weirdly wait to leave the bathroom and watch me get undressed and get into the shower. He told me he was just making sure the water wasnt too hot when i got in and i stupidly believed it. When i would get out of the shower, he’d always “forget” to bring me a towel so id walk into his room dripping wet thinking nothing of it so i could get a towel. Then, he’d insist on helping me dry my body off. He’d let me dry most of my body off, then he would make me turn around and bend over my bed, and he would dry off my butt, thighs, and legs for me. Again, i thought this was normal. 

Once i became aware that my dad was sexually assaulting me on the daily after my mom told me, i still was pretty much forced to stay at my dads still. I began doing sexual things with my neighbors daughter because she had been molested too, and i guess we used eachother as an outlet. She would force me to get under the blanket and put my fingers in her and keep them there while she watched television, and if i took them out and tried to sit up, she’d hit me and force me back down. Jace eventually found out about us doing this, and told my mom, and i got grounded from seeing her for around a year but Jace would still let her come over without my mom knowing as if he was secretly encouraging it and enjoyed the fact he knew this was happening.  Years past, me and this girl grew apart, and shes a tweaker now. My mom along with all of my maternal family have blocked Jace and all of my fraternal family on all social platforms, in fear that because i am “developed” Jace might see my body which I totally agree with my familys concerns. My mom only has Bettys phone number unblocked from when i needed to get my passport expedited, and she will occasionally text her asking to talk to me and to forgive her for not believing me. Up until she texted me, i had no idea she didn’t believe me, only because of the fact she never got involved in her son being a pedophile. Over the years when i run into my fraternal family members in public, they treat me like a lost puppy and apologize a million times.

Thank the lord that i am nowhere near my father, although he lives somewhat nearby. Me and my mom are working on getting him arrested and put in prison. My mom is my main support system, and i love my maternal family. Theyve always believed me, supported me, loved me, and defended me. Big thanks to all of these people that cared when i felt disgusting in my own body and wanted nothing but to die. If youve read this far, thanks for listening to my story. 

I am fifteen years old, sophomore in highschool, with a clean home and clean bedroom, real food and no dangerous people. 

Im sorry if i called him “dad” Accidentally in the story, its been hard lately to forget i dont consider him my father anymore.

[svuobsessed]

Olivia Benson X Child male Reader

Summary: Y/N L/N had been kidnapped by a woman, the little boy eventually escapes and as he ran he bumps into Detective Olivia Benson.

Third person pov...

Y/N L/N was an ordinary seven-year-old boy, living with his parents in a busy neighborhood in New York City. He loved playing with his friends and going on adventures in the backyard. But one day, everything changed.

As Y/N was walking home from school, a woman approached him. She had a nice gentle smile on her face as she offered the boy candy.

Y/N smiled and took the candy thanking her. He then turned and started walking back home. But a hand on his shoulder stopped him. "Hiw about I walk you home sweetie" she says, Y/N doesn't like how she looks at him.

Shivering he shrugged the hand off and begins walking home. A snear makes its way on the woman's face. "I don't think so sweetie" she then grabs Y/Ns hand and starts dragging him away.

Y/N instantly begins struggling. "Let go of me!" He screams, people start looking over but the woman reassures them he is her son, which makes the people believe her that he was a naughty child.

As he continues struggling the woman shoves Y/N into a blue car. Y/N hits his knee on the seat the woman slams the door behind him and lock it so he couldn't get out.

Slamming his hands on the window, his kidnapper gets in and starts the car. Scared Y/N turns to yell at the woman but she slaps him, hard enough his head almost his the window.

Surprised Y/N grips his backpack tight and holds his reddening cheek, he kept his eyes on the road remembering the way, as they drove the woman moved her hand from the gear to the boys leg.

Y/N tenses under her hand. He felt sick as the woman smiled as if she wasn't sickened by what she was doing. Y/N was frozen, he didn't know what to do.

He sat through the woman touching his leg slowly moving it up as he sat, pushing down the temptation to shove her hand off.

Breathing deeply the boy kept his tears hidden as he looked out he window, it wasn't long until they arrived at an old apartment block. They were a couple miles out of the city.

The woman stops the car. "Get out" she says to Y/N, the H/C boy flinches but quick gets out of the car once she unlocked the child locks.

Temped to run Y/N turns to the way they came, once again she puts her hand on his shoudler. "Don't think about it" she threatens, Y/N gulps and turns towards her.

The woman gives him a smile and pats his injured cheek gently, Y/N knew he had to be strong if he wanted to escape from this woman's clutches.

The building was dark and filthy, with only a few flickering lights to guide their way. Y/N's heart was racing as he tried to think of a way to escape.

The woman tied Y/N's hands and feet to a chair after stripping him from his coat, and trousers until he was only in his shirt, boxers and Shoes.

Y/N was scared but he refused to let the fear consume him, shaking he watches the woman stands infront of him tossing his school bag away.

He knew he had to stay strong if he wanted to get out of this situation. He struggled against the ropes, hoping to loosen them, but they were tightly bound.

The woman laughs. "No use trying that sweetie" she looks at him love in her eyes as she watched the boy struggle.

She soon left to get food and water for Y/N, once she was gone Y/N kept trying to loosen the ropes around his wrists.

Lookimg out the window it was nearing dark, his parents had to be worried sick for him. After wiggling around Y/N spots a sharp piece of glass by his foot.

"Yes" he whispers his victory, slowly his uses his shoe to drag the piece of glass close to the chair, he the  slips his shoe off and uses his socked foot to kick it up and into his bound hands.

The glass pierces his skin, the burn makes him cry in pain, but was worth it to escape the ropes, after a few minutes his hands were free, he bend down to untie his feet.

Once he was free the young boy took of running down the building and out the door, once he was he saw the car and quickly remembered to take the licence plate down.

"Sweetie how did you escape" came a horribly familiar voice that made Y/N skin crawl. Turning towards the voice he saw his kidnapper.

She had a large bottle of water and a plastic bag full of food. Y/N glares at her "I'm not your sweetie leave me alone!" He yells before taking off running back go the main part of new York.

As he ran he heard the woman start the car up, Y/N felt himself run faster he can't be caught by her again. Leaving the main sidewalk he cuts through different parts of the city until he lost sight of the car.

Breathing heavy he stops running to breathe, after getting his breath back he looks around and realises he ran to manhatten. "At least I got away" whispers Y/N to himself before thinking about what to do next.

As luck would have it, He saw a police car parked by the side of the road and made a beeline for it. This was his only chance to get help, and he wasn't going to let it slip away.

Y/N ran towards the police car, tears streaming down his face, and bumped into a woman. But this was no ordinary woman, this was Detective Olivia Benson. She could sense that something was wrong and gently asked the little boy if he needed help.

Y/N was hesitant at first, but something about Detective Benson's kind eyes gave him the courage to speak up.

His trauma still fresh from the woman kidnapping him. But this woman seemed nice. "Hey there, I'm Olivia Benson I'm a Detective" she tells him holding out a badge.

'I'm in luck' Y/N thought to himself before collapsing in relief, as he did the Detective quickly held him up, Y/N fianlly cries as he holds the Detectives arms.

"I need help please" he cries, Olivia heart aches for the boy as he sobs in her arms, soothing the child she takes of her coat and wraps it around the boys shaking body, after seeing he wasn't wearing much.

"What happend to you?" She asks the scared boy, Y/N snuffles before pulling away slightly. "I was kidnapped by a woman, she took off my clothes and touched me" sobs once again wracked the child body.

Olivia gasps and hugs the boy tight again, she then calls for assistance, in half an hour a bus was there along with her team to interview the boy.

As he was being looked at Y/N told them what happened to him, Olivia sat with the boy and comforted him as he spoke.

Hours later woman who had kidnapped Y/N was apprehended, and the little boy was finally reunited with his family. Tears of joy flowed down Y/N's face as he hugged his parents tightly.

He was grateful to Detective Benson for helping him and staying with him to he felt safe.

The end!

Hope you liked this oneshot, sorry for any grammar and Spelling mistakes.

Requests are open!

Word count: 1320

[punkeropercyjackson]

'Noir and Hobie would make such a good couple,they both kill fascists and Hobie's 17 and Noir's 19 so no creepiness!!!'Too many of y'all niggas wanting Hobie to be a literal child soldier for the sake of a white man from the 20s..............

Anyway reminder that Hobie's not 'a fascist killing machine' or whatever,he's an afropunk minor who has implied adultification trauma and is best friends/possibly in love with Gwen because she helps him feel like a real kid and same goes for Miles and Pavitr and Margo.They have actual chemistry with him and screentime and concrete similar ages instead of possibly being middle aged men.Y'all worried about the wrong ships if you wanna talk 'predatory' and 'racist'

[hersurvival]

A baptism, for two of us,

In a porcelain tub.

The three of us bare.

When he tries to take her

I fight to rip her away,

To get between them.

Which only lands

Me in a chokehold,

Her crumpled on the floor.

Too much,

The door busts open.

His face is being beat in

Beside my head.

But several days later,

I'll find myself

Waking up in his bed.

[troythecatfish]

Recently I just found out that "Pedophile Hunters" exists and their job is to hunt down and bring pedophiles to the authorities. I just want to let y'all know about these relatively unknown heroes. I am truly grateful that these kind of people still exist because of them I feel safer and more secure. ( pedophile NOT referring to LGBTQIA people )

[cyarskj1899]

Drake has zero problems harassing and targeting the wives and fiancé of his rivals (pusha t and Kendrick Lamar) and targeting women who once were associated with him but want nothing to do with him (Rihanna, Serena, Megan) but had to be shamed into being a father to his own son

and while he’s sitting here talking about how Kendrick being a "woman beater” and his son not being his but Dave free he’s out there being friends with that leprechaun who shot at Megan four years ago advocating for his freedom which is never gonna happen , possibly hiding an 11 year old daughter , text messaging teenage girls like a lovesick boyfriend even though he’s old enough to be their father and him being loud and wrongo about his rivals rough childhood(see the critical and commercial flop The Heart Part 6 in which f Drake claims that Lamar fixates on the topic of pedophila because of his own supposed molestation as a child, labeling this "trauma from [Lamar's] own confessions". Drake traces this to Lamar's song "Mother I Sober" off of his 2022 album Mr. Morale & The Big Steppers, referring to the song as "that one record where you say you got molested". However, the referenced song is actually about generational trauma and Lamar's mother not believing him when he truthfully told her he had not been molested.)

so it’s a problem for Kendrick to have a successful hit making record breaking potential song of the summer and song of the year, which is a complete annihilation of Drake but it’s okay for Drake to make light of molestation, messing with his male rivals family members and children’s, being inappropriate with teenage girls and hide children and not take care of them and make light of the trauma of black folks more specifically black women traumatic experiences and hangs out with these women’s abusers and it’s all friends with them? Are you kidding me? Don’t make me laugh.

I don’t care if there’s a gummy bear, teddy bears, the bearstein bears, Chicago Bears, Chicago Cubs, Yogi Bear, polar bear, black bear, grizzly bears, mama bear , Jeremy Allen White from the TV series the bear, little bear from the children series little bear, Paddington Bear, corduroy bear, Winnie the Pooh, Bear Grylls, heck, even smoky the bear I’m choosing those bears over Drake every time because they are not a sassy immature biiich like him

[muchisutes-geta-strap]

Made a meme from something I saw on twitter recently

[raccoonrobyn-imagines]

I decided to write this out after thinking about it and chatting with @moonliched ...

This is a small AU that I thought up and wanted to write a blurb about! I might write more eventually if I find more to write about!

Daycare attendants my beloved!

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Sun and Moon have kept Their Protected Child safe for many nights, and tonight is no different. They will always keep her safe, and no man would be able to stop them.

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TW for: intruders, implied attempted assault, implied attempted child molestation, implied attempted child sexual assault (nothing happens, but keep yourself safe! I don't condone these actions and the like in real life (I can't believe that people have to hear me say this since I write fiction and it isn't up to me as an author to tell you right from wrong))

And with any First Plushie and their Protective Intent, comes The Shadow Monster. The Shadow Monster is the one who hides in the darkness under any bed the Protected Child sleeps in. The Shadow Monster is well known in folklore to keep any child that they are given to safe, along with any visiting child. The Shadow Monster would take the protection of any child visiting on a sleep over just as seriously as their own Protected Child.

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Like all Plushies that babies are given once they've been born, The Plushie that were given to any child would be given the Protective Intent so that it could keep you safe from True Monsters. The Protective Intent that is imbued when the family of the newborn baby chose The Plushie from the countless toys from the toy store was well known to keep any child safe from any harm that could befall them.

For Sun and Moon? They take the forms of small happy jesters, littered in sun's and moons and stars.

Sun has loved their Protected Child since they were first awoken, laying side by side with the newborn baby. His Protected Child was a small girl, easily the same size as Sun himself, despite the fact that Sun was smaller than the average newborn. Sun's Protected Child was born sickly, having inhaled some of her own poop while in the womb, along with her mother's body not giving her the sustenance that she needed.

However, the girl thrived once she was able to get the proper nutrition and medical care that she needed. She has since grown well, with only minor hiccups in the past, and is now 5 years old.

Sun, of course, had his own other half of the equation to keep his Protected Child safe. He had Moon.

Moon has been by Sun's side since they were given to the girl in the hospital. Moon has dutifully kept Sun company whenever their little girl would go out and play during the day, and Sun was happy to believe that they were good friends by now. They both adored their little one with their entire beings and love to watch her play in the room with any of the friends she brings over.

However, Sun has been told by Their Protected Child that a strange new family member is visiting, and the uncle has given her strange looks. She has told the one who she believes to be a plushie that she doesn't like how he looks at her, and that he seems weird.

Sun knows that he must tell Moon, so he dutifully stands up once his Protected Child and the rest of the household had fallen asleep and hops off the bed to talk to Moon.

"Moon, did you hear what she said?" Sun asks, looking into the darkness under the bed. When two glowing red eyes peer back out of the darkness and shake to the side slightly, Sun continues. "She said that a new uncle is visiting, and he's made her feel yucky and weird when he looks at her. We need to be prepared to fight him should he attempt anything." Sun explains.

Moons growling voice replies, "Is he sleeping here?"

Sun nods, fretfully twisting his small plush hands together. "She said he is visiting for a week, and that-."

They're both interrupted by the door clicking slightly as it opens. A male face peeks in slightly, and upon seeing the girl sleeping deeply, he opens the door even more. He pays no mind to the rest of the room, not even noticing that the toy that stands next to the bed is a Plushie and not a robot or anything.

Moons snarl lets loose, and Moon easily combines with Sun. As they combine, and The Eclipse begins to grow, slowly stretching their limbs and becoming more and more twisted, showing eyes and fangs and claws where there shouldn't be, the man finally takes notice of them.

When he does, his face grows pale and sweaty, taking a step back and opening his mouth to scream, but The Eclipse is there far faster. When they cover the man's mouth, their innumerable amount of hands and arms cover the rest of him. One of The Eclipses' mouths whisper, "Do not wake the child."

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The next morning, Sun watches as their child wakes and hears about how the new uncle had somehow left in the middle of the night and left a note about how he had to go and do some things.

The child remains blissfully unaware of what could have happened, and Sun and Moon are both happy that Their Protected Child's innocence and happiness was kept secure for at least one more night.

The man tasted awful in Moon's opinion, but he would eat a thousand more terrible people if it meant that he could keep His Protected Child safe one more night.