#and also cps and the police have done that too

[sollux-captor]

man sometimes i be chillin, and then all the sudden i start talking out loud to imaginary people and having a whole fight abt a situation that my brain made up randomly, and then i just get reminded of other bad shit and start freaking out and get paranoid-er as fuck and then BOOM my days ruined

[someone-will-remember-us]

A man who used AI to create child abuse images using photographs of real children has been sentenced to 18 years in prison.

In the first prosecution of its kind in the UK, Hugh Nelson, 27, from Bolton, was convicted of 16 child sexual abuse offences in August, after an investigation by Greater Manchester police (GMP).

Nelson had used Daz 3D, a computer programme with an AI function, to transform “normal” images of children into sexual abuse imagery, Greater Manchester police said. In some cases, paedophiles had commissioned the images, supplying photographs of children with whom they had contact in real life.

He was also found guilty of encouraging other offenders to commit rape.

He sold his images in internet chatrooms, where he also discussed child sexual abuse with other offenders, making about £5,000 during an 18-month period by selling the images online.

While there have been previous convictions for “deepfakes”, which typically involve one face being transferred to another body, Nelson created 3D “characters” from innocent photographs.

Sentencing Nelson at Bolton crown court on Monday, judge Martin Walsh said it was “impossible to know” if children had been raped as a result of his images. Walsh said Nelson had no regard for the harm caused by distributing the “harrowing and sickening” material.

He added: “There seems to be no limit to the depths of depravity exhibited in the images that you were prepared to create and exhibit to others.”

Nelson was caught after he told an undercover police officer in an online chatroom that he charged £80 to create a new character, using supplied pictures, Bolton crown court heard.

“He stated: ‘I’ve done beatings, smotherings, hangings, drownings, beheadings, necro, beast, the list goes on’ with a laughing emoji,” David Toal, for the prosecution, said.

The court heard that Nelson was arrested in June last year. “He said he felt vile and that his mind was corrupted,” Toal said.

“He considered that his offending had got out of control,” he added.

Police searches of his devices also revealed that Nelson had exchanged messages with three separate individuals, encouraging the rape of children under 13.

During the course of the investigation, officers identified suspects and victims worldwide, including in Italy, France and the US.

Nelson was later found guilty of encouraging the rape of a child under 13, attempting to incite a boy under 16 to engage in a sexual act, distributing and making indecent images, and possessing prohibited images.

Nelson appeared in the dock wearing a waistcoat and tie. He waved to his parents in the public gallery as he came into court, but sat with his head down for most of the hearing.

Defending Nelson, Robert Elias told the court he had lived a “lonely bedroom life in his parents’ home”.

“What he was seeking primarily was validation, congratulations and a sense of belonging in a community. He was earning relatively small amounts of money and desperately wanted validation.“He plunged down the rabbit hole to this sort of fantasy life and became completely engrossed in it. He has brought his life crashing down around him, to the shock and horror of his immediate family.”

“It is extremely disturbing that Hugh Nelson was able to take normal photographs of children and, using AI tools and a computer programme, transform them and create images of the most depraved nature to sell and share online,” Jeanette Smith, specialist prosecutor for the CPS, said.

“Technology is rapidly evolving and, unfortunately, so too is its risk to children. I hope this conviction sends a clear message to those who exploit this technology and inflict harm on children: you will be robustly pursued by law enforcement, prosecuted by the CPS and brought to justice.”

AI sexual abuse images are presenting new challenges in policing, with other forces turning to GMP for support with new investigations.

“The reason [this case] was very different is because it challenges the kind of view of what an indecent image of a child is,” DCI Jen Tattersall of GMP’s sex offender management unit said.

She added: “The computer-generated imagery trend is now becoming more prevalent, not only in GMP – but in other forces,” she added, saying that in the last week, detectives had begun investigations into two new cases involving computer-generated images.

“So at some point that is going to not be the exception any more, and it’s going to be the norm.”

The Nelson case was “the first to really test” the law around indecent images that had been digitally manipulated, she said, and GMP had worked with specialists at the CPS and the National Crime Agency to secure the prosecution.

As well as advances in technology, changes in behaviour in recent years have made policing the internet offences more difficult. “Covid has had a massive effect in the online space,” Tattersall said. “A lot more people are online.”

“The amount of platforms has just massively increased, so that’s a real challenge,” she added.

While AI can present opportunities for law enforcement, Tattersall said, the increasingly sophisticated technology also presents a significant threat for police forces, particularly as there is a risk that it may evolve faster than existing criminal legislation.

She added: “The reality is, it is going to represent a real challenge for us just because of how easy it is to do, and how easy it is to manipulate an image that is really innocent, and make it into something that is really abusive and indecent.”

However, she said the Nelson case “sends a clear message to criminals that you might use technology, and manipulate things, and test the flex of the law, but actually we are still going to prosecute you. We’re going to put you in prison”.

[fandomstars]

Fairly Odd Pokemon

Warning: Mentions of neglect/child endangerment. Also, this is a long headcanon thing fyi.

* = Shiny Pokémon

M = Male F = Female G= Genderless

*Insert move* -> *insert move* = Can use both (Like a power level dynamic. Example, using water gun in small fires, and can transition to hydro pump for big fires. Can alternate between both no problem (well more energy needed for hydro pump in comparison but still). Counts as one move though.)

Also, this is an AU where Timmy is the protagonist instead of Ash. Also, all of Ash's travel companions are replaced by FOP characters. And this takes place in Unova (since it's close to the US, right?), with Dimmsdale just on the outside border of the region. Also, yes other region Pokémon appear, all but Galar and Alola. Why? Maybe some magic got involved long ago to make it happen. ;)

Plus, Poof is the older of him and Timmy in this AU.

And yes, the evil Pixies team is named after LOR dragon Smaug. Reason is Pixies are money makers, and I figured what better name for their evil team than of a treasure/gold hoarding dragon? Meanwhile Team Mishap is the Anti-Fairies, whom unlike Pixies, don't hide them being the bad guys at all.

A Summary (if possible/needed): In the small town of Dimmsdale, 10-year-old Timmy can finally become an official Pokémon trainer. Though throughout his journey, he will have to face the evil Team Mishap (Anti-Fairies) and Team Smaug (Disgusted as the business corporation Pixie Inc.). Making friends, making enemies, all while trying to become the very best and make a name for himself? The world really isn't going to make it easy is it.

Characters:

Timmy

Gary

AJ

Chester

Tad

Chad

Trixie

Veronica

Tootie

Elmer

Sanjay

Poof

Foop

More possibly to be added...depends on if you guys want more (request in inbox of possible oneshots/headcanons for this and all characters! Pokemon included!)

———-

Bios:

Name: Timmy Turner Fairywinkle-Cosma

Age: 10

Occupation: Pokémon trainer / Gym challenger / Coordinator

Hair color / Style: Light Brown and spiky

Eye color: Blue

Outfits:

Regular - Pink t-shirt, blue jeans, and matching blue sneakers

Contest - Light blue tuxedo with matching tie, blue mask, black dress shoes, and fingerless white gloves

Training - White kung-fu outfit with pink, green, and purple striped belt

Facial features: Buck two front teeth

Other: Has a small facial scar on the bottom of his chin

Backstory: It happened when he and Gary were four, their mother and father just happened leave them at the camping site and drove off home. Lost and scared, the two mistakenly took a hallow tree as a resting place, when it was a Beedrill nest (luckily said mons were sleepy still, and simply dazed out. But that didn't stop some, as those Beedrill had the move Sleep Talk and or Snore.). They ran off screaming, but before they ran into a Pokémon ranger, they fell into a ravine where they got said scar. Getting said scar, Gary with a mere identical one on his chin too, were brought to a nearby hospital where local police came to investigate. So, the CPS later is called, and the twins are dropped off at Wanda and Cosmo's for the night, to later being adopted and living permanently there once the forms were done and their 'parents' were imprisoning for child abandonment and other crimes.

Personality: He's overall a very caring individual, at least those closest to him. Around strangers he's a bit cold, due to lack of trust of many people compared to Pokémon, especially adults. He only at first, was kindhearted and open to his godparents, twin and godbrothers. Then later A.J. and Chester. Sometimes he can get a little into his head and turn selfish in case of popularity. Thankfully, Gary is the one who is able to pull him back and get his head straight. He's very protective though of those he cares for, especially Pokémon.

Hometown: Dimmsdale

Starter: Totodile (Nicknamed Chomps) (Professor Juniper got a switch up with new starters that year, and so the twins got different starters of different regions)

Family:

Mrs. Turner (Estranged)

Mr. Turner (Estranged)

Wanda Fairywinkle-Cosma (Godmother / Adopted Mom)

Cosmo Fairywinkle-Cosma (Godfather / Adopted Dad)

Poof Fairywinkle-Cosma (Godbrother / Adopted Older Brother / Older twin of Foop)

Foop Anthony Fairywinkle-Cosma (Godbrother / Adopted Older Brother / Younger twin of Poof)

Gary Fairywinkle-Cosma (but just goes by Gary cause the last name doesn't sound "cool") (Twin brother) (Older by 1 minute)

Best Friends: A.J. and Chester (Also traveling with)

Acquittances: Sanjay and Elmer

Rivals: Tad, Chad, Remy, Tootie, Trixie (not to her acknowledgement), and Francis

Enemies: Teams Mishap (Anti-fairies), Team Smaug (Pixies), and Vicky

Possible Love Interest: Trixie / Remy (not till way later, and not until he gets over his crush on Trixie..so awhile)

Pokémon Team:

Nickname -> Pokemon -> Ability -> Moves

Chomps | Totodile -> Croconaw -> Feraligatr | Torret | Agility, Bite -> Crunch, Dragon Claw, Rain Dance, Aerial Ace, Water Gun -> Hydro Pump, Metal Claw, and Shadow claw

Ace | Weedle -> Kakuna -> Beedrill | Swarm | Pin Missle, Poison Jab, Agility, Brick Break, Aerial Ace, Swords Dance, Sleep Talk, and Double Team

Hevy | Phanpy -> Donphan | Sturdy | Rollout, Earthquake, Slam, Hidden Power, Stone Edge, Fire fang, Ice Shard, and Iron Defense

Thorn* | Egg -> Eevee -> Leafeon | Chlorophyll | Razor Leaf -> Magical Leaf, Bite -> Crunch, Swords Dance, Quick Attack, Facade, Energy Ball, Iron Tail, and Shadow Ball

Cleft | Pikachu -> Raichu (Alola) | Lightning Rod | Agility -> Quick Attack -> Double Team, Thunderbolt -> Thunder, Mega kick -> Mega Punch, Psychic, Dig, Iron Tail, and Grass Knot

Ally | Slyveon (twin of Gary’s) | Pixilate |

———-

Name: Gary Turner Fairywinkle-Cosma (Goes by just Gary since it sounds 'mysterious/cool' without any last name. Only uses it for documents, tournament sign ups, and with family.)

Age: 10

Occupation: Pokémon trainer / Gym challenger

Hair color / Style: Black and grease style

Eye color: Blue

Outfits:

Regular - Red coat, white t-shirt, blue navy pants and blue sneakers, also wears a pair of black shades

Training - White tank top and matching pants, with a green and pink belt with purple highlights

Facial features: Buck two front teeth

Other: Small scar on the bottom of his chin

Personality: He tries very hard to look and be cool wherever he goes, but it's really a shell of whom he really is, and only Timmy and his Pokémon know for a long while. Not that he doesn't get cocky or arrogant sometimes, but he's more mellow more than anything. Despite being the same age, he's very protective of Timmy, and such events to trigger this can actually break the arrogant shell he holds. He's been like such since the Beedrill incident. He's also secretly a nerd but hides his high intelligence with sass (or with sass if needed). But in private, likes to geek out with Timmy of their favorite Pokémon and trainers in the world.

Hometown: Dimmsdale

Starter: Chimchar (Nicknamed Jazz)

Family:

Mrs. Turner (Estranged)

Mr. Turner (Estranged)

Wanda Fairywinkle-Cosma (Godmother / Adopted Mom)

Cosmo Fairywinkle-Cosma (Godfather / Adopted Dad)

Poof Fairywinkle-Cosma (Godbrother / Adopted Older Brother / Older twin of Foop)

Foop Anthony Fairywinkle-Cosma (Godbrother / Adopted Older Brother / Younger twin of Poof)

Timmy Fairywinkle-Cosma (or 'Tim Tim') (Twin brother) (Younger by 1 minute)

Best Friend (s): Timmy, Foop, A.J., and Chester (latter two redundant to admit)

Acquittances: Remy and Trixie

Rivals: Tad, Chad, Remy, and Francis

Enemies: Teams Mishap, Team Smaug, Francis, Vicky, and anyone who hurts his family

Possible Love Interest (s): Kinda flirts with anyone, but secretly has a crush on either Chad, A.J., or Trixie (he kinda flirts so much, that he has no idea what is genuine till later on.) 

Pokémon Team:

Nickname -> Pokemon -> Ability -> Moves

Jazz | Chimchar -> Monferno -> Infernape | Blaze | Mach Punch -> Close Combat, Ember -> Fire Spin -> Fire Blast, Flame Wheel -> Flame Charge -> Flare Blitz, Iron Tail, Dual Chop, Shadow Claw, Stone Edge, Acrobatics, and Attract

*Maximus | Weedle -> Kakuna -> Beedrill | Sniper | Pin Missile

Gladiator | Scraggy -> Scrafty | Moxie |

Titan | Krokorok -> Krookodile | Intimidate |

Ivy | Mienfoo -> Mienshao | Inner Focus |

Luna | Egg -> Eevee -> Umbreon | Synchronize |

In Rotation:

*Crystal | Sylveon | Cute Charm | Charm, Quick Attack, Swift, Moonblast, Detect, Dig, Psyshock, and Shadow Ball

[forensicated]

04x28 - Witness

Obv not to be confused with the 8 series 24 episodes also called Witness. I realise you already know this, but I do have Witness as a tagged post in my The Bill Reference Pages so I'm just ensuring anyone who searches that is aware.

Pete and Yorkie take over observation of Andrew Pike's flat at 7am. He's a witness in a court case and, when he's awake, they're to stay with him and look after him. Instead of sitting outside and waiting for him to wake up, Pete goes to wake him though he knocks on the wrong door first time! He continues not being especially discreet when he gets the correct one. "Morning, Mr Pike. Your early morning call from the MET Escort Agency." Andrew originally had TSG protection too but the men they're protecting him from were arrested on another charge and so it's scaled down to two 'normal' officers.

Pete makes himself at home as Andrew cooks him a bacon sandwich. He's not great at calming fears however as he tells the victim that the accused has enough influence and reach to be 'friends' with "half the slags in London!" Andrew doesn't let it bother him. He's signing up to become a Special. (Pete: "A special what?") He's been so impressed with the TSG and MET support and protection that he wants to repay them by becoming a Special Constable.

Pete asks Andrew where he wants to go and Andrew points out the obvious - it's easier for them to protect him if he stays at home. Pete doesn't agree. He thinks that's boring and wants to be out and about but phrases it as being Andrew's idea. Yorkie steps in and tells him to back off as they're working, not there for a day out. If Andrew wants to go out, they go out. If he wants to stay in, they stay in. Right?

Thanks to Pete's offer to fund part of it (Andrew is on the dole) Andrew agrees to go and Pete makes out it was all Andrew's idea!

Taffy reports to court to give evidence. He wants to get in as soon as possible because it's eating into sleeping time before a night shift. The solicitor is smug claiming that it'll be a walk in the park. Several of the criminals recognise him and chat with Taffy like a mate.

Pete and Yorkie walk Andrew to the car and he chats loudly about the case. Pete is manipulative, lovely to his face but slags him off to Yorkie when Andrew returns to collect his SC application to post whilst out. He claims he is a "grade one divvy." and a "nearly person who's a bit looney" for wanting to do their job for free and that they're "playing nursemaid to a plonker." He blames Yorkie for letting Andrew return to his flat alone incase he's grabbed on the way! He smirks to himself as a concerned Yorkie hurries back to meet Andrew. Yorkie thinks Andrew's been taken when he can't find him but he's already in the car when he returns. "I was just about to call you up!" Pete laughs. As they pull out and drive away, a white van follows them...

Taffy goes to see the CPS prosecutor for the police. He's not overly encouraging as he hasn't read up on the case, doesn't know which case Taffy is on or what the defendant has done. The files only came the night before and he was out for a meal so hadn't read through them. The victim has arrived and they're now scheduled for the third case. She's very nervous and worried about seeing the man again.

The white van followed them to the dog track. Andrew isn't sure that they're doing the right thing as his TSG protection would blend into the background but he's literally out walking around with Yorkie and Pete side by side. Pete excuses that it's only so the TSG could nick anyone near him. "Course your problems don't end with the trial, you're looking at a change of name and address. How'd you fancy being a special in Scunthorpe?" he laughs.

The assault victim tells Taffy that it's still an effort for her to leave the house and she still has visions of her attacker when she does. The court usher comes to tell them that they're in next. Taffy washes his hands and face to try and wake himself up but he's forgotten his notes. A group of yobs enter the toilets after him and by the time he returns to collect them, they've ended up in the toilet.

Pete collects his winnings. Yorkie is refusing to bet and Andrew is losing. Andrew heads to the toilet and Pete and Yorkie follow and wait outside. Andrew tells them there's a body in one of the cubicles. Pete kicks the man's foot a few times. He's clearly drunk. They help him to his feet, hide his winnings and send him on his way. Andrew doesn't think that Pete should have kicked him as hard and as many times as he did and threatens to report him. Pete follows him out and they have a loud shouting match where Andrew declares Pete an arrogant pig who has been pushing it all day. Pete warns him to watch his mouth and they have a scuffle with an audience!! Yorkie manages to separate them and tries to sort the situation.

As Yorkie goes to get a cup of tea, Andrew is nowhere to be seen. Two suspicious men are however and they observe Yorkie at the teabar. Yorkie asks where Andrew is. Pete says he's sent him to get his winnings but he's disappeared and is nowhere to be seen. They search and Pete finds him cornered by the two men from the teabar. Pete ends up being assaulted and one pulls a knife out on Yorkie.

They manage to overpower them however and Andrew is unharmed but obviously scared. Pete sends him to 'find a policeman'.

The defense barrister rips Taffy's evidence to shreds as he does not have his notes to back up what happened or was said. He insists he acted upon identification from the victim which was corroborated by her husband. The defense claims that Taffy was reacting out of anger for his trousers being torn in a struggle and that it was a hectic evening and he was tired and it'd happened so fast. He claims it was Taffy who clarified the matter by telling the victim who to blame.

Pete drives Andrew home and Yorkie hands him over to his next protection officers. Pete and Andrew make up and he thanks him for saving him from the thugs. Pete finds Andrew's application to be a Special Constable on the floor of the car. Yorkie says they'll post it for him and Pete murmurs noncommittally whilst ripping it in half and dumping it out the window.

Taffy's court case recommences with the JP returns. She's found the case not proven and dismisses it.

[crimechannels]

By • Olalekan Fagbade JUST IN; One officer doing job of two Policemen — IGP Egbetokun laments sgortage of personnel The Inspector General of Police (IGP), Kayode Egbetokun, has restated the readiness of his administration to address the manpower deficit afflicting the Nigerian Police Force. The IGP made the restatement, while addressing men and officers of the Kwara State Police Command during a one-day visit to the state Command in Ilorin, the state capital on Friday. He said as a testament of the manpower dhortage affecting the NPF, a police man is currently doing the job of two policemen in the country. Egbetokun, who said his administration would increase the NPF manpower gradually, added that President Bola Tinubu has recently given approval for yearly recruitment in Police. He said: “We’re paying attention to manpower. I know there’s a shortage of manpower in the command. I know the stress that I had gone through while as CP in making sure that the job is done. I know one policeman does job of two policemen. “A policeman would close from night duty and resume for morning duty. And as he’s closing from morning duty, he’s resuming night duty. And when he dozes off in public, his photography is taken and posted and make ridicule of him. I’m aware of all these. “We’re making efforts to increase your strength. The President had recently given approval for yearly recruitment in police. That’s the way forward. We need to double the strength of police in the country. We cannot do it overnight, but gradually. And gradually we’ll get there. We’ll also emphasise training to achieve professionally competent police force. We’re also looking into welfare in the increase in salary and other areas to improve lives of officers, just as equipping Police Force is a priority. We promise to take care of the insurance plan too”. The IGP, who noted that he had an interesting time while in Kwara state as the Commissioner of Police, said, “I’m so excited to be with you seeing your smiling faces. I’m aware of your sacrifices to make Kwara peaceful. I’m aware of your exploits, arrest, convictions, breakthrough, and recovery of arms you are making.” He also shared the new vision of the Police, which he said “is to have a professionally competent police force, service driven, rule of law compliant, citizen- friendly and a police force that will support the agenda of the government in economic recovery and growth as well as social integration and political development of our country. A police force that will respond to dynamic of crime and criminality in our community”. During a courtesy visit to the Emir of Ilorin, the 22nd IGP described his visit as a homecoming, while he appreciated the monarch for his support and assistance during his service in the state from 2019 to 2020. Also speaking, the state Commissioner of Police, Victor Olaiya, requested the supply of an Armoured Personnel Carrier (APC) from the IGP to further enhance security of banks and improve crime fighting capacity. The CP also said that the number of Policemen and women policing Kwara state has dropped far below the accepted United Nations policing ratio of one policeman to 400 citizens. He said that Kwara state was created on May 5, 1967 with a strength of 8,000 policemen, when the population of the state was far below two million. “Thankfully, the IGP has assured of the recruitment of more hands, and we hope and wish it continues. “Kwara State is a gateway State between the Northern and Southern parts of the country; this alone has exposed the state to both negative and positive opportunities with her position, hence the need to continually be on our toes. “The state is surrounded by both local and international borders, making policing challenging. This brings me to the issue of synergy with sister agencies. I am proud to report, sir, that the foundation of collaboration while you served as the Commissioner of Police Kwara State Command has taken

a firm root, which has contributed to the successes achieved in the area of crime fighting in the State. “In Spite of logistic challenges and inadequate manpower, the command has been trying to sustain the harmony that has existed in the state.”

[collymore]

Stating the obvious then wilfully sidestepping the crucially, requisite harsh penalties is futile virtue signalling!

By Stanley Collymore     Britain's truly unquestionably dreadful   societal problems predictably but   regrettably and sadly started   decades ago with distinctly evidentiary conscionable and decently motivated   teachers not being allowed anymore   to effectively chastise much less so   lay a crucially disciplinary finger on   what then were and still are to this   very day, evidently and undeniably   literally utterly disruptive children.   This undoubtedly ludicrous state   of affairs discernibly and quickly   stupidly ensued by a universally,   and specifically very ludicrously   coercively implemented ban on   all parents, grandparents, other   close family members such as   aunts and uncles or even legal   guardians aptly ever justifiably   really physically, reprimanding   wayward and abusive children.   The result of all this and simply   more of these sorts of idiotic   and similarly, bureaucratic   edicts essentially being, that children,   relatively early, and fully knowing the   score, consequently feel untouched   and undeniably so, as regards their   outlandishly bad behaviour; which   effectively untampered with does   naturally escalate with time from   undoubtedly minor misbehaving   to deliberate criminal offending!     (C) Stanley V. Collymore   8 October 2023.       Author's Remarks:   Hardly a surprising scenario across Britain societally where the pathetic I'm self-entitled mind set, effusively so from the odious surfeit of quite intellectually challenged distinct Karen and Gammon morons is that everyone has rights but with the attached corollary in their quite obviously sick minds of absolutely also unquestionably not having any required responsibilities.     I wholeheartedly agree with and totally support what Stephen Watson: current Chief Constable, as it happens, of the Greater Manchester Police is sensible and very astutely saying. However the vast majority of those in their evidently undeniably viable positions to actually do something concrete and discernibly permanently concrete about this quite pernicious situation, namely the surfeit of politicians at all levels nationally and locally and likewise of all political hues; the most senior police officers usually, nationally; those ensconced within the Crown Prosecution Service (CPS) as a matter of habit; the similarly discernibly sick and utterly corrupt magisterial and judiciary service attendant with the very like-minded probationary service are all beneficiaries of the same quite odious system that obviously every intelligent and thinking person knows is blatantly wrong!     And consequently actually asking these self-entitled, acutely nepotistic and also cronyism induced type figures who are in their controlling positions, precisely because of their connections and never their capabilities - because essentially they quite realistically have none of any true value to man or beast -  to actually see their faults or even more tellingly to readily acknowledge, and quite literally dispense with them is effectively, rather obviously for the vast majority of them, far more than the proverbial bridge too far to essentially approach much less so actually attempt to cross. Therefore nothing constructive will ever be rather necessarily undertaken or really done!     The equivalent really of having Jimmy Savile, Jeffrey Epstein and Ghislaine Maxwell type figures for example, in virtual control obviously of children's welfare organisations or likewise too those of haplessly trafficked young girls and women. Such transitions in medievally mind set, societally and sycophantic, class structured Britain isn't going to happen anytime soon! Therefore get used to it, if you haven't already done so!

[britts-galaxy-brain]

In her most recent livestream Lily decided to begin claiming that a mutual friends of your’s (back when you and LO were still friends) named Alison told you about her molesting children/having CP on her computer and that you “just shrugged it off” without having told the police about it. Needless to say, given what an abusive monster that Lily is and the SHITTON of pedophilic fanfiction/porn that he has stashed away on various secret accounts or has tried desperately to scrub from the internet. I think its very fucking safe to say that LO made all of this crap up. Hell, this ‘Alison’ person sounds a whole HELL of a lot like that Tara Callie person that Lily USED to talk about and claim was guilty of these very safe fucking things. . . . .

You absolutely don’t fucking have to respond to or even mention this ask, I just couldn’t forgive myself if I didn’t tell you about this horrible bullcrap that Lily is claiming about you. Its so horrifying to watch this abuse and slander being done by LO to you, Lizzy, Cypher, etc. when she thinks that nobody will be able to hold her fucking accountable for it. Because, surprise, this was absolutely another fucking livestream that has been deleted by LO and not archived by her in the least. I know how awful situations like these ones are, as I’ve had all too familiar experiences with abusers like LO in my own life, and I just want to say what you’re doing is some really great work. That has definitely made a REALLY fucking positive impact on the mental health and well—bring of Lily’s victims. Stay strong, keep doing this incredible work, and one day Lily will find out that abusive, pedophilic monsters like her NEVER fucking succeed in the end!!

I'm glad someone asked me about this directly. I just listened to the clip in full and...hoo boy. Let's begin unpacking that.

(Here's the clip anon is referring to. You can't erase history anymore, Lily.)

First off, there was never anyone in the Valkyr Studios Cinematic Universe named Allison, fake or otherwise. She's talking about Tara Callie. Also, Lily didn't "rat her out". LILY CAME TO ME ASKING IF SHE SHOULD DELETE TARA'S HARD DRIVES.

Now to address the harder, more embarrassing in hindsight aspect to this botched tale; I didn't handle it how it should've been handled. I had no idea what I should do and nobody I could go to for advice. I had also reached a point where I was almost completely convinced Tara Callie didn't exist, which added an extra layer to that "I have no idea how to handle this as a sheltered 19 year old" issue. On a personal note, I'd already dealt with attempting to report my own SM to law enforcement a few years prior to this, only to have it blow up in my face and make everything worse. So in my mind, if something that happened TO ME on a LOCAL LEVEL wasn't enough to be believed, how the hell was I going to get anywhere with an online crime with a person that I wasn't even sure existed at all, from an entirely different country? I racked my brain between the stress I was dealing with IRL to figure out what I should do, or if I should do anything at all, whether I was being played, who I'd contact, how I'd contact them (calling internationally even online was harder back then), etc. No, I didn't handle that situation well. Because I legitimately didn't know what to do. I didn't just "brush it off". It stressed me to no end. All I could think to do at that time was continue to probe "Tara" for any sort of solid proof on whether she was real or not.

LILY KNEW ABOUT TARA'S SEXUAL DEVIANCY THE ENTIRE TIME.

WHICH IS PART OF WHY I DIDN'T KNOW HOW TO HANDLE THIS. LILY KNEW AND ACTED LIKE IT WAS NORMAL. THIS IS NOT THE ONLY INSTANCE OF THIS HAPPENING.

The biggest question I have right now is thus:

WHY WOULD YOU GET DRUNK ON A PUBLIC STREAM WHEN YOU'RE JUGGLING THIS MANY LIES?

[inkyquince]

since Inky managed to finish an old request and the last of the QKS, they would quietly like to talk about their ocs for an evening, and then never again, pinky promise

Quill The Art Teacher

Youngish face, despite frown lines around his eyes. Platinum blonde hair, usually falling around just below his chin, but almost always kept up in a messy bun. Cold grey eyes. Around medium height but swims quite a lot so has a strong physique.

He grew up in foster care after his father left his mother and she had a bad break down and proved too unstable. Mother never told the father where Quill had ended up so he was never taken out of foster care, where he was with an abusive family that messed him up for life. Mother lost all contact rights and Quill ran away from the family but was picked up again shortly after. Dumped at the orphanage, a couple years before Bailey starts running it.

Becomes an art teacher at the school. Not because he believes in supporting local artists and shit, but because it means he can be judgmental and ignore his students while they scribble.

Can be found in the cafe on Sunday afternoons if it rains, and on the far end of the beach if not. Is not going to be happy to see you UNLESS, you have high hand skill, didn't snark against him and only flirted once in a while, which means he tolerates you. Won't admit to liking you, just tolerates, even if he does like you.

If you ever try to initiate a consensual encounter, his love for you shall drop quite a bit and he tells you to piss off.

Is a hermaphrodite with a defiant streak, but mainly a pleasure switch. Oral fixation, ex-orphan of Avery, and truly, the most cold hearted of my ocs.

Jacek The Convict

Wolfish looks, is a wolfboy that hides his ears and tail. Honey blond hair with pale hazel eyes, and the tallest of the ocs. Hair kept shaggy with an undercut and has faint stubble. Muscular and lean, quite intimidating.

His mother used to drink and smoke while she was pregnant with him and their living conditions was far from healthy. CPS got called on his mother after 11 year old Jacek was drug tested and it turned out that his mother would put her medicine in his food to make him calm down. Damaged his brain somewhat.

The last to arrive at the orphanage, kicked to the one in town after 6 years of being booted home to home. Makes friends with the other three out of pure determination and is immediately out when the clock hits midnight on his 18th birthday.

If you somehow manage to get yourself sent to prison within the first 50 days of the game, well done! Legit, how did you do this.

But, if you managed to get sent to prison, meet Jacek! Constantly in solitary confinement, rough and rude but will immediately take to the player character. Calls them lamb shank, Brisket, and only if your love is high, Pup.

Will openly adore you and is a stellar fuck if that's what you're looking for in the prison.

However, at high love you also learn that he's escaping. Won't tell you the specifics but promises you to take you with if you manage to sneak to his cell after hours.

Day 50? He's gone babey, and its a bad day in prison.

If you don't meet him in prison, then you're meeting him in a dark alley, after 10pm. Will grab you, start an nonconsensual encounter that's pretty hard to escape from. Will finish and playfully slap your ass as thanks, before taking around £200 of any money/valuables you have on you. If you fought back and ended up making him pissed, he calms down strangely fast after, and offers a sheepish apology and to walk you to wherever you're going to.

At the end of the encounter, you can vaguely recall the abandoned storefront that he yanked you into and can return to officially meet him as a love interest. Yes you get the police on him and he will be sent back to prison but oof. Watch your back. Your art lessons and brothel changing room shall become more hostile.

He has a meter like Avery's, but his rage is channeled into some cruel violence, but its pretty hard to raise. Is generally quite nice, if wolfish, and will openly coddle the player.

Absolutely fat dick, dominant top and reluctant to bottom, but shall enjoy is quite a bit if you manage it. Defiant, sadist, and has procured a bat with nails sticking out of it, so who knows.

Rosa the Sex Worker

Stunning, gorgeous, we love her. Thick, curly red hair that's quite long. Light brown eyes with freckles and a cow tf. Absolute whoppers of boobs. Awooga.

Rosa has been at the orphanage the longest when she meets the other three, as her family died in a car crash when she was still quite young.

You shall meet her at the brothel, and probably is the only one with a genuinely good opinion on people like Briar and Remy. Big surprise, she's quite submissive. You would meet her in the changing rooms more often than not, trying to squish herself into whatever skimpy costume.

Will worry over the player over time, given that they're barely 18 and especially if they start out with low dancing skill. Earn enough of her love, and she gives you some tips for dancing but will become too flustered to give you tips on having sex with the clients.

When you become star of the show, she's genuinely excited for you but you will find her less and less in the changing room.

Unless you check in and successfully manage to cheer her up to keep going, will be gone from the brothel. Instead, you'll find her at the temple. You find out she used to be an initiate but when she was assaulted, the punishment the temple gave her was worse than anything she endured in nonconsensual encounters and never went back. Rosa isn't looking to join it, she just sits and prays.

After a full year in game, she will disappear from the game.

Another pleasure switch, but more on the submissive side. Is a hermaphrodite, and yknow, spent some time at Remy's so, she'll be gentle with you. Will immediately stop at the first plead/scream action and be apologetic.

Loralei The Solitary

Lean and mean. She has messy dark brown hair that falls around her face in a way that's intentional in hiding her eyes. Darkly tanned with gorgeous dark brown eyes that nearly blend in with her pupils. Shortest of the bunch and she's not a fan of that.

Grew up poor and her father placed her in the system but stayed close, just so he wouldn't loose her fully to cps. To this day, her father lives on Domus street and will ask you to clear his gutters.

Well, let's head on over to the asylum. Meet your bestie <3

Loralei had a public mental break down that ended up with her being shipped to the asylum. Her official release date is day 80 in game.

Like, Jacek, spends a bunch of time in solitary and in her own cell, but runs frequent laps in the grounds and does quietly appreciate the company. She also loves gardening.

While you can never help her escape, she will quietly help you if your skullduggery is F and you need to snatch the keycard. Loralei is naturally standoffish and rude but horrifically loyal and after she is released, she lives on the edge of the woods and will warn you off of going any further in. Shows extreme fear of the woods despite living so close. If your love is high, then she will come in to rescue you if you're not beyond the lake, like Gwylan, but her trauma levels with rocket and she will struggle to talk to you and has a chance of being sent back to the asylum. Has a gun under her bed in her home. Wonder who that is for.

She's more likely to bottom, prefers to be used. Defiant as hell and worries about a submissive pc. Fun fact, Eden might end up getting grazed with a bullet if you make them wait too long for you and comes to town to find you. Isn't hurt but in a bad mood.

In my actual game:

Quill had Avery and then Whitney as his primary love interests, has harpy tf, defiant, and canonly best at school and keeping his popularity up. Prefers feminine skirts and dresses but likes their combat boots. Thief AND model, what cha know.

Jacek had Alex as his love interest, was kidnapped by Black Wolf and became the alpha. Yeah, Eden didn't succeed in taming him, ran away. Defiant, sucks at school but has beaten the shit out of Whitney a whole bunch. Remy hates him and Wren adores him. Famous scrapper, beloved in prison, will never forget Rebecca <3.

Rosa has Sydney as her love interest and Kylar keeps sniffing around her, like boy if you don't back the fuck up. Cow tf, and okay at school but insanely popular. Spent time with Remy, and my god, I'm not kidding, lost her first fucking kiss to him without cheats. WAS SAVING THAT FOR SYDNEY U CUCK. Also a favorite of Ivory Wraith. Known flaunter and famous for prostitution.

Loralei was my cheat pc, just because I was more interested in the asylum. Primary love interest is Eden and my god, he snatched his girl. High trauma for most of the game, only had the cat tf for a bit, but it was a nice time. Legit went to about... Three days of school. Known well for her rape but even more for being a scrapper.

mini fun fact: Quill's actual name is Tadhg but its an irish name in england, so about 5% actually pronounced it right and most just called him Ty. Then the nickname Quill caught on because he was a prickly little shit. Every time a teacher calls him Quill, he loses a bit of humanity

[shijiujun]

Time for some BL/Danmei novel recs! 

You guys have probably (maybe) seen my novels list here - [X] - but it’s more for my own tracking than anything else, so here’s a brief list (I’ll probably do full ones of the ones I really love in another post, probably on Minmo).

The ones elaborated on below with the asterisks are the novels I’ve actually finished reading.

*since everyone more or less knows MXTX’s works - TGCF, MDZS and SVSSS, I’ll skip those!

1. SCI 迷案集 | SCI Mystery Series by 耳雅*

Summary: Bai Yutang and Zhan Zhao are childhood friends and rivals that end up working together under the newly established SCI unit as co-leads, with Bai Yutang providing the brawn as Captain and Zhan Zhao the brains as Vice Captain and the team’s resident genius psychologist. They solve cases together and slowly unravel a wider conspiracy that involves their parents’ generation and beyond. At the same time they also realize that they’re meant for each other!

Other CPs: Bai Jintang (Bai Yutang’s older brother) & the medical examiner, Gongsun Ce, Bai Chi (Bai Yutang’s younger cousin) & magician Zhao Zhen, and at least three other gay pairings, one of which is considered another main couple of sorts from Vol. 2 onwards

Status: Incomplete (Began in 2010, author is still going on strong with one chapter every one or two months, we’re halfway through Vol. 5 right now and it’s been 10 years ;-; Love that the author is going on strong!! Everyone on JJWXC are like “please author it’s okay if you go slow as long as you keep going we’re here for you” and jfc I understand the fear of this not completing, also when will Vol. 5 be completed and printed?!! I need to complete the collection)

Translations: Unfortunately, only the first volume has been translated well so far on novel updates. The one on Wattpad seems to have caught up, but I would not recommend that one.

Drama/Live-Action: Season 1 was filmed and released in 2018 under the same name with slightly changed names for the characters. Season 2 was supposed to start filming this month but... oh well. First season basically covered Vol. 1 novel from start to end.

*I love this one only because it was my very first danmei and so it’ll forever have a special place in my heart, and also because it’s still ongoing so ya know, I relive how much I love this every month

2. 成化十四年 | Cheng Hua’s Fourteenth Year (The Sleuth of Ming Dynasty) by 梦溪石*

Summary: Tang Fan, a prefectural judge, and Sui Zhou, a high ranking officer in the Embroidered Uniform Guards, meet while trying to solve a murder case. Both of them end up partnering very well together, Sui Zhou ends up inviting Tang Fan to live with him, and the rest is history. Through their days living together and solving cases + a larger conspiracy involving the royal palace, they fall in love. Adding to this mix is also Wang Zhi, a powerful, young eunuch who befriends the pair, and the three of them basically help the crown prince to overcome challenges and his enemies to become the next Emperor

Other CPs: None XD

Status: Complete!

Translations: Ongoing on several websites. I’m only translating relationship highlights, but here’s an introduction post I did for it, if you guys would like somewhere to start without getting too invested - [X]

Drama/Live-Action: The Sleuth of Ming Dynasty was released earlier this year, directed by Jackie Chan and starring Darren Chen and Paul Fu, but cases are a little different and there are new characters in the show that weren’t from the novel etc.

3. 杀破狼 | Shapolang by Priest*

Summary: Set in a steampunk universe where flying boats named ‘kites’ and flying armour exist. Young teenager Chang Geng lives with his mother and stepfather - the former abuses him and the latter neglects him, and the only person that he cares about (and cares about him) is Shen Shiliu, his (very young) godfather. He realizes his identity as a royal prince when the Man tribe invades his city and Shen Shiliu, whose real name is Gu Yun, turns out to be an army general whose duty was to protect Chang Geng in secret (among other things). 

Chang Geng has been critically poisoned by his mother (who’s not actually his birth mother, if I recall she’s an aunt) which leads to him getting terrible dreams frequently with the end result of him being driven into insanity, while Gu Yun is half blind, half deaf due to poisoning + injury when he was much younger, and he can only regain his hearing and sight fully when he takes a medicine that is slowly losing its effectiveness with every dosage he has.

The both of them navigate learning about each other again, falling in love a few years later when Chang Geng is all grown up and also unravel conspiracies and fight bad guys (both external threats and internal as in the current Emperor and other parties) XD

*Note: The age old debate is that Gu Yun ‘preyed’ on and also ‘groomed’ Chang Geng, but I disagree and stand by the fact that Gu Yun was 90% of the time not around while Chang Geng grew from a teenager to a young adult as he was fighting wars elsewhere, while Chang Geng refused to stay at the Gu manor and insisted on running around, travelling on his own and seeing the world for a few years before they met again. And it was Chang Geng who’d always loved Gu Yun and devoted himself to caring about him, making advances on him etc. when he became an adult

Other CPs: Shen Yi (Gu Yun’s second-in-command) & Chen Qingxu (a renowned physician who ends up healing both Chang Geng and Gu Yun of their ailments) 

Status: Complete!

Translations: Fully translated the last I heard, it’s up there in the list of holy grail BL/danmei novels, so I’m sure it’s done hahaha.

Drama/Live-Action: Filming in progress!

*This is up there in the hall of fame for danmei novels for more than just the amazing content and writing - It’s also famous for being one of the most complex novels ever. I don’t know how the translations team did it because DAMN it was complex and I read all my novels in Chinese without much issues but I was honestly STRUGGLING WITH this one and I went through some existential crisis while reading because I was like ‘did I ever learn Chinese, am I even Chinese’ XD

4. 默读 | Silent Reading by Priest*

Summary: Luo Wenzhou, a police captain, and his team including best friend and partner Tao Ran, face a few challenging cases that end up being small parts of a larger conspiracy, and end up having to consult with Fei Du, a flamboyant, charming and flirty, young and rich CEO, who Luo Wenzhou describes as someone who is an expert at ‘crimes’. Not deduction, not solving crimes, but someone who is familiar with how the murderer or culprits would commit crimes. Both Luo Wenzhou and Tao Ran know Fei Du well, because they first met when Fei Du was in high school, when he called the police because his mother had hanged herself in the house, and since then Tao Ran and Luo Wenzhou look out for him, spending holidays with him, giving him presents here and there. Luo Wenzhou and Fei Du overcome their misunderstandings of each other and fall in love while solving all the cases and the larger conspiracy behind it.

Other CPs: Tao Ran and someone he knew first from his school days or was a neighbour when he was younger, I can’t remember, but they meet again at a blind date and end up living in the same building on different floors XD

Status: Complete!

Translations: Complete!! There’s a huge post floating around on Tumblr with all the links (I can’t find it right now) and on Twitter you can also find the collated, epub versions etc.

Drama/Live-Action: Rights for a live-action was signed, no casting confirmation or set dates yet

5. 犯罪心理 | Criminal Psychology by 长洱*

Summary: Police captain Xing Conglian drags psychologist Lin Chen out of seclusion/hiding to solve a case that is indirectly tied to him. Lin Chen was involved in a case a few years ago that led to four deaths - these four victims were the sons/daughters of four of the five huge old-money (super rich) families in the country and these family members sought to make Lin Chen’s life very difficult for him afterwards by making him lose all the jobs he can find, by surveilling his every move and ensuring that he’s not happy etc. Because of that, he backed out of the police force as well and quietly lived as a school dorm administrator, which is where Xing Conglian finds him a few years later. Lin Chen fakes his death after the first case (not deliberately but kind of a by-the-way thing), but as fate would have it, he ends up meeting Xing Conglian on another case, and he decides that he’ll move in with him and also involve himself again, consequences be damned, and they fall in love!

Other CPs: None XD

Status: Complete!

Translations: I think it’s not complete yet.

Drama/Live-Action: None that I know of.

6. 死亡万花筒 | Kaleidoscope of Death by 西子绪* (MY ABSOLUTE FAVOURITE)

Summary: Supernatural setting where people who are about to die get a second chance to live. These individuals are either in the midst of a dangerous situation (for e.g. a shootout or a deadly mugging incident) or are about to get into accidents (for e.g. an entire bus going off a bridge or a chandelier dropping from above and crushing the person underneath) or are ill (recently diagnosed with cancer or are terminally ill with a condition for e.g.) - The list is endless, and in the situation between life and death, 12 doors will appear before them. 

It is said that once these individuals finish all 12 doors, they will truly get a second chance at life and survive whatever cause of death they were imminently facing. 

Each door represents a creepy, supernatural mystery, and Lin Qiushi finds himself in a strange place after opening a door when he was trying to enter his apartment one day. He meets Ruan Baijie, a beautiful, tall woman who he happens to meet, and they realize that in this strange world, he and other individuals who came through the door have to complete a given task, find a key and an exit door, and make it out alive. The others in the team (some of which have already gone through several doors) explain to Lin Qiushi, who is a first-timer, what the doors are about. 

The catch is, if they die inside the door, in the real world, they’ll die immediately, by accident, throwing themselves off a building, or just throwing up blood until they die (just to name a few)

On the first night, however, three people are slaughtered and eaten by a long-haired ghost/creature. The good news is, Ruan Baijie isn’t all that she seems to be (for one, she’s not exactly a woman) and she takes a liking to Lin Qiushi immediately.

Other CPs: None XD

Status: Complete!

Translations: I think it’s not complete yet!

Drama/Live-Action: None that I know of, but honestly, this novel would be fricking EPIC as a live-action, and really creepy, but this is my all-time favourite novel, I kid you not!!!!

*I’m definitely doing a longer and more detailed to-read for KOD on my translation account, gosh you guys have no idea how much I love this.

7. 当年万里觅封侯 | Those Years in Quest of Honor Mine by 漫漫何其多

Summary: Yu She and Gu Wan were close friends for a short period of time when they were younger, but unfortunately their identities and positions meant that they were opponents. Yu She’s family was for the Second Prince and Gu Wan was taken in by the Sixth Prince’s family, but in the end it was the Second Prince who ended up getting to the throne, while the Sixth Prince was accused of treason and died somewhere far away at war after being captured. Gu Wan’s only wish was to keep the Fifth Prince’s children - Xuan Rui and a pair of twins, Xuan Yu and Xuan Congxin safe, and so he moves them to another province and asks the Emperor (the Second Prince) to demote Xuan Rui’s status to prove that they are no threat to the Emperor, if only to stay alive for another day.

However, their days of hardship have only just begun, and Gu Wan decides to namedrop Yu She, whose family is so powerful now, and claims that Yu She loves him and that he was wooing Gu Wan back in the days they knew each other so that officials and others would treat the children under his care better. A few years pass and Yu She doesn’t expose Gu Wan. Gu Wan thinks they can go on like this forever, until the Emperor asks Xuan Rui and the twins to head back to the palace for a visit.

Gu Wan meets Yu She again, but the boy he knew, who was gentle, a stickler for rules and a proper, well-mannered person, has changed almost completely. Cue palace conspiracies again, brothers fighting for the throne, scheming consorts etc. XD 

Other CPs: None XD

Status: Complete!

Translations: I think it’s not complete yet but I’m not super sure on this

Drama/Live-Action: None that I know of!

*They came out with a new reprint edition three days ago and it’s gorgeous! And comes with amazing freebies, and I am a sucker and read it on the day of the printed novel release because I saw the art and loved it, wanted to see if the story was any good, and damn after chapter 2 I WAS GONE and then I checked out two copies from different stores for the two different sets of freebies 

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A list of those I haven’t read but I see are highly raved about:

1. 二哈和他的白猫师尊 | The Husky & His White Cat Shizun by Meatbun

- I’ve already been spoiled and I know what goes on mostly, and there are a lot of warnings for a reason, but I’m still a fan, and let’s not get into the debate on the content, I know I have to read this but the angst level is apparently ridiculous, so I need like some mental preparation before I sit down for it.

2. 千秋 | A Thousand Autumns by 梦溪石

3. 烈火浇愁 | Lie Huo Jiao Chou by Priest

4. 将进酒 | Qiang Jing Jiu by 唐酒卿

- A really good group of translators picked this up initially on Twitter, but then assholes were complaining that they were being too slow and insisting that machine translation (MTL) did an equally good and faster job, so the OG dropped it, and then another nice team picked it up, but MTL team is still being an asshole XD I’ve heard really good things about this one, it’s apparently quite complex as well, I’d liken it to Shapolang level? But it might be even more complex (with a lot of politics and stuff), so much so that apparently the printed novel comes with a relationship/character chart so readers are at any point in time clear on the characters which is like amazing XD

[traumatizeddfox]

Tw for sa, sui and death mentions. It's also a long, long rant. Don't feel the need to respond or read it all. I know it's a lot.

Everything is so overwhelming. I keep hallucinating and seeing all these people and hearing all these voices. Some tell me I'm a bad person and i believe them and some are telling me to kill myself. I really feel like a bad person. A lot of the voices are trying to convince me that nothing i remember is real and that I'm making everything up. I'm not in a good state at all. I don't know who else to tell..

The only friend i was able to see passed away not too long ago and i can't get over it. Everyone keeps trying to pressure me into stop thinking about her and to get over her but it's not something you can rush. I don't know why but i feel so gross for missing her. It's probably because everyone is trying to gulilt me into feeling bad for being angry over her death. I don't care if I'm lashing out at people because they're trying to force things on me. If they don't want me to say mean things to them they should fuck off or deal with it. I'm tired of feeling responsible for everyone else's emotions and reactions.

And get this.. i was like the only person she hung out with and i didn't get told anything about her funeral and they already had it and that just makes me so fucking pissed. And I'm so angry at myself for not just ignoring all the stupid people at "church" like i said i was going to. I don't want to even look at them since they didn't even tell me anything about when it was going to be, nothing. I gave them my number for a fucking reason.

Then my mom thought it was a good idea to go to the place where they found her body. My stomach dropped when she did because like literally what the fuck, mom?

Then my grandma went and called me disgusting for having sexual trauma which she was a part of. She's done some pretty sick things and has the nerve to call me disgusting.. like once she made my brother and i sit in piss for two whole days while my sis was in the hospital because we weren't allowed to use the bathroom. And once when I was in the bathroom, taking a bath in the downstairs bathtub, she just came in and took off her clothes. She did that during arguments too, so i stopped arguing with her because i still have that disgusting image engraved in my mind. She also hit me but it was never as hard as my parents did, but it still hurt.

Her saying that though really just made me lose it. All these emotions are so confusing. That was what topped it off. i feel like I'm back in school again except it's worse because there's more shit going on that I have to deal with.

Instead of being bullied and having to deal with cps and being groomed and the vice principal putting in tardies and making my parents angry because i had to stay after school to make up for it or else I'd be expelled for excessive tardies i have to deal with my parents threatening to kick me out for every little thing and trying to find a fucking job to no avail, fucking 16 applications and nobody fucking calls back after the interview, and i have to protect my siblings from being hit, and i have to do all this work or my money will be stolen and I'm not allowed to eat until i break my back for seemingly no reason, and my stupid father smashing all the things in my room and i can't stand the sound of him hitting mom or yelling at her. All she thinks about is how she feels. It's all that's mattered to her, except when it's convenient otherwise. She's always ranting on and on about all the horrible things dad does.

I hate how she always has to lie about things . Like when dad bruised her all up and the police showed up..

Ugh and i can't get my fucking door replaced no matter how much i rant on about it. There's a big ass fucking hole in it and it's been there for years and i can't change in there or do anything without someone peeping. It's better than when we didn't have a bathroom door for months on end. I don't think they would have replaced it at all if cps wasn't involved

Everything just fucking sucks. I don't want to burden anyone with all this shit, but i can't take it anymore. I don't want to have to be a mom to my siblings. I don't want to have to lift things and get out of breathe and almost pass out. I don't want to live but i don't want my siblings to have things harder or as hard as i did. I don't want any of this.

I'm just so tired of everything. My mind is literally breaking apart again. There's too much. Everything is too much and yet i still have to keep it together for my siblings. I want them to feel comfortable coming to me for things they need and i feel I'd mess that up if i let out all my rage and let myself break down. I'd look like dad to them. Dad is so scary when he's mad, and he's mad a lot. I still cower in fear near him.

I just wish everything was the way i fantasized about so many times...

i am so sorry angel :(

first thing i will say is grieve your friend how you want to, there is no time limit!! i’m so sorry your mother and grandma have no compassion for you :( i’m so sorry i wish i could help you ;-;

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Why I won’t invite my biological father to my wedding.

I wanted to post this on Instagram or Facebook but I don’t want to deal with people saying I’m “drama.” But I wanted to write this out just in case someone is ballsy enough to ask me.

Let’s start off with the fact that after he got with my step mom, he wasn’t really around. He also never really cared or tried to take care of us (my brother and me) unless he absolutely had to.

Before my step mom and when we still lived in the apartment, On nights he had us my mom would drop us off already fed, he’d turn the tv on and go play on his computer until we had to go to bed. If he had us on a weekend, same thing. We’d wake up and he’d feed us breakfast, then tv with him in his room on the computer, lunch, tv, dinner, tv, and bed. When we moved from the apartment we stayed at his buddy’s house where he rented a room but guess what? He’d send us down to the basement all day to watch tv, and let us up for meals.

When my stepmom came into the picture, we started going to Canada. On every single one of his weekends. She was nice, at first. Sooner or later everyone shows their true colors. But she started slowly to get a hold of my dad. (My dad had no boundaries with us and she wanted to “help” my dad learn to discipline, but she’s a little extreme.) I once got punished for saying the word “butt” because we only say, “bum” and he yelled at me. Yelled. I was about 7 or 8. Then I heard my future step mother telling him how good he did. Also while we were there, I remember very few times we actually hung out with my dad. It was always being shoved into the playroom with my brother, future stepsister, and sometimes future stepbrother. (Step mom never had full custody of stepbrother.) We’d never leave the playroom other than for meals like the TV. But at least we weren’t rotting our brains, I guess.

After awhile he decided he wanted 50/50 custody. My stepmom at this point could be brutal emotionally. I remember getting yelled at for not knowing any of my immediate family member’s birthdays. I was about 8 or 9. Kind of shitty don’t you think? Going back to the wanting 50/50 custody, he didn’t actually want us. Looking back I understand this now. He just didn’t want to pay as much child support, and that’s probably the only reason my step mom agreed to this. They treated us (my brother and i) horribly. He moved close to my mom’s to prove he’d be willing to do the 50/50 custody, and at that point it was hell. If we did something wrong, immediately we’d get soap in the mouth. My brother later on was getting hot sauce. It would be for things such as, “not sharing with your step sister,” (which she would’ve lied about) or “talking back,” when as a kid I was asking a simple question about their rules. They had so many rules to the point you didn’t realize you were breaking a rule until they told you it was one. My *fondest* memory was when they’d send us kids to the basement for a few hours during the weekend and then got mad when we went through boxes and such to find toys to play with. Because when they first sent us down there, they sent us down there with nothing at all. Sure we probably shouldn’t have gone through boxes, where my brother and I found our toys that they never put with our step sister’s toys, but they sent us down there with nothing at all. They expected us to “imagine” things with no toys. I also got yelled at one weekend because they asked us to clean our bathrooms. (Step sister and I shared a Jack and Jill bathroom and my brother had his own bathroom as well.) We went and picked things up and went back to play. They both yelled at us and said, “If I had meant pick up I would’ve said pick up. I said CLEAN.” At this point I had never cleaned a bathroom in my life. They gave us the cleaning supplies and we went to work. I did what I thought was the best I could do and then my stepmom yells at me, “That wasn’t nearly long enough!!!! Haven’t you ever cleaned a bathroom before?!” Uh no ma’am, I was literally 10. But that was her favorite way to make us feel like shit. To yell, “Haven’t you done XY&Z before?” Or “You don’t know (blank)?! So disrespectful! You should know these things!” (That was said about the birthdays. Again I was a decently young kid.) But going forward, towards the end of them living there, they had a baby together, my other brother J.

Luckily for my brother and I, he eventually gave up going for the 50/50 custody. But with doing this, he left and we didn’t see him for a long time. 5-6 years approximately. I was 15 when he decided he wanted to see us again, and because of everything we had gone through before, we didn’t want to. I had a choice but my brother didn’t, and I was forced to go.

At this point he had married my stepmother, and was living in the same subdivision, and one road away, where had had a house with my mom when they were married. Kind of awkward but ok.

And I have to say, they were better. To a point. They wanted us to feel bad that we didn’t want to be there. At the time I had a really old phone, not a smart phone, that didn’t lock, but they expected my phone to be on the counter at 9pm every night. They read my texts and held them against me, but when I called them out on reading my texts, they told me I was crazy. I would text my friends that I didn’t want to be there, and that I was uncomfortable. They asked me, “Why don’t you want to be here? Why are you uncomfortable? We understand what we did in the past was wrong, but the past is the past and you have to forgive us!” (One wrong thing I was always taught was you always have to forgive. You don’t always have to forgive for things that hurt you.) Finally at the end of this period, they sat us down and tried to make us feel bad by saying, “If you don��t want to be here, we don’t want you here. We want you to want to be here.” At 15 I tried to explain why this was hard, but they didn’t care. It wasn’t their way so they weren’t ok with it.

Fast forward to my Senior Year of high school, I don’t remember how, but my father and I got in touch. My step mom wanted nothing to do with me because of a dumb YouTube video I made at 14 where I “talked shit” about her daughter and herself. Yes, I did, but who didn’t do something dumb at 14? I wasn’t allowed around their house because HER son had a “drug problem.” (Marijuana) Whatever, I didn’t care. Slowly we lost touch because I was the only one calling, and I got sick of it. I was done. But I was still young.

Fast forward to me being a sophomore in college. I was 20 or 21. My brother had an issue that got the police and CPS involved. My father decided to text me and ask me what was going on. I called him and told him that he had “no fucking reason to know what was going on” because he was never around. He gaslighted me into feeling bad because I cussed him out for 10 minutes. But we kept contact after that because I had thought about it and I wanted to get to know my little brother J more. We did lose contact again but then we gain it back later on.

Skip forward a couple years and I’m talking to my cousin, (another thing was he kept us from his side of the family and I had lost contact with most of them until I was an adult.) my cousin told me he was going to MY little BABY sister’s 1st birthday. My father had been talking to me for a few months at this point and NEVER mentioned I had a baby sister. He told me, “I thought your aunt posted about it. I saw it on Facebook and assumed you knew!” It doesn’t matter whether I saw it on Facebook or not. He should’ve told me. But whatever, I let that go too.

Here is where I get frustrated. I wouldn’t call for a couple weeks because I didn’t think about it. I’ve only seen him twice in the past 9 years. But he would blame me for us not talking, when he’d never call or try to talk to me. It drives me crazy when people think like that. It’s not just my responsibility and mine alone.

Skip forward to a few months ago when he brought up politics. I hated this because I’m mostly liberal/democrat and he’s 100% republican. He called liberals “libtards” and goes, “you’re not a libtard are you?” And when I tell him it’s offensive he says, “It’s just a joke!” But now we’re here and yet again it’s been 2 or 3 months since we’ve spoken because he’s blocked my number. It goes straight to voicemail and my texts aren’t going through as iMessages. I’ve decided after trying for over two months, he’s uninvited to the wedding. He’s never met my fiancé, ever. We were only inviting him to be civil. But if he can’t even speak to me, I feel it’s not my problem, and it’s one less drama issue to worry about at the wedding.

My family can believe what they want. There are so many things left out of this 15 year drama circle of my father just disappearing. And I don’t care anymore. I hope someone asks why he wasn’t invited because I know for a fact he’ll be at least telling the whole family that he wasn’t invited. And I don’t mind sending them this so they can know why.

[unmaskedagain]

Sorry, it’s reserved

  Honestly neither Marinette nor Chloe had been surprised when Bustier caved to Alya’s insistent requests that the two girls not be allowed to go on the class trip to New York City. Lila had been subtly hinting about how much friendly better thing would be if they weren’t there.

           Mostly because just two weeks ago, Marinette had presented her class trip idea presentation; complete with a potential itinerary, pictures of the grand hotel could stay at, the fantastic tours they could go on, and exciting places they could eat. The class had been suitable wow’d.

           What was surprising was when, after Bustier announced in front of the class that Marinette and Chloe couldn’t go to New York much to the smug faces of the students, Adrien said, “Cool. Then I’ll skip the class trip too.” He then turned to his two best friends. “What do you two want to do instead?” Adrien was sick and tired of the other students in the class. He had been trying to get them to believe Lila was a liar for months but no one, not even Nino, would listen to him.

           Instead, they turned on the two most awesome girls in the class. Well, Adrien wasn’t going to deal with it anymore.

           The look of horror on Lila’s face was priceless. However, there was no backtracking now. The dream of a romantic trip to New York, walking hand in hand with Adrien, burst into flames and was now nothing more than ashes.

“Yeah, I won’t go either,” Nathaniel stated. “Doesn’t seem fair. Marinette worked really hard on the idea for the trip.” He never bought Lila’s crap, and he never understood how anyone else did.

           Marinette smirked, “I’m up for whatever.” She shrugged. “I’m actually looking forward to now having to organize the trip. Or fundraise for it. And to think I was going to start working this weekend.” The bluenette made sure to look directly at Bustier and Alya, her ex-friend when she said this. “Its only October but believe me, you’ll want to start making reservations fast. Nothing was done but the presentation; which you can have by the way. And just a reminder, a lot of places do require a down payment. Also, don’t forget approval from the school board.”

“Which takes like three months btw,” Chloe said with a vicious smile on her face. She was the last class president. She knew exactly how hard getting a fabulous trip approved of was. “Paperwork has to be filled out in triplicates and if you mess up on even one form, they’ll make you fill out the entire thing again.” She pulled out her phone and sent a quick text. “I just let Daddy know that he won’t have to make his annual donation this year for the trip. If you don’t want us there you obviously don’t need it. And to think, he usually funds thirty percent of it. But I’m sure you already knew that.”

           By the looks on the other students’ faces, it was clear that they didn’t know that. However, pride wouldn’t let them back down. Besides, Alya thought, they had the moral high ground. Who wanted to hang with bullies anyway?

           To the other students’ credit, they did manage to raise enough money for the trip to New York. Granted, it wasn’t nearly as much as they usually did. Alya, the new class president, also forgot to make most of the reservations until the last minute, and it was hard to find a fancy hotel willing to accommodate an entire class of rowdy teenagers at the last minute. So they would stay at a Holiday Inn just outside of New York City. The glasses-wearing girl wished Lila had been so busy with her charity work so she would’ve had time to help and maybe they could’ve gotten a much better trip.

           By the end, the class trip the class would be getting wasn’t nearly as were or amazing as the one Marinette had presented at the beginning of the year. However, most were just happy to be going to New York.

           Lila shot four exiled students a victorious look as she bragged about all the things and people she’d get to see in New York. She had spent months trying to get Adrien to agree to go on the trip but he wouldn’t budge.

She sighed dramatically, “I love New York. The only bad part are the superheroes. Last time I was there Robin and Speedy practically got into a fistfight over who’d take me on a date. I hate getting in the way of friendships.”  Marinette snorted. “We leave for New York in three weeks. What will you three be doing then?”

“Waiting for a house to fall on you,” Marinette said easily.

           Adrien chuckled, “We leave for L.A in two days.”

           That got the classes’ attention.

“Sorry, What?” Alya asked; suddenly getting a bad feeling in her stomach.

           Chloe leaned back in her seat, “L.A. It was my idea. We decided since we couldn’t go on your trip we’d go on our own. Let's see… our first stop in L.A, we’ll be there for about a week; we’ll tour some movie studios, go on set for the Star Trek movie that filming. Attending the movie premiere of the newest Marvel movie. Then leave for Indio; it's not that far from L.A, I think. But who cares. We have to be at Coachella, even if only for two days. Then we go to Metropolis. And I can’t remember… Marinette what did you plan for us to do? It was her idea to go there.” She told the class who had looks of sheer dismay on their faces that got worse and worse as the four described the trip.

           Marinette smiled, “Tour of LexCorp, a tour of Daily Planet, reservations for the grand opening of Gordon Ramsey’s new restaurant, we got backstage passes for a 5 seconds of Summer concert-” She was cut off

“Why couldn’t we go see Selena Gomez again?” Adrien frowned.

           Marinette rolled her eyes, “Because you couldn’t beat Chloe in an arm-wrestling contest.”

“She is freakishly strong,” Adrien protested. “And she plays mind games!”

           Chloe blew a raspberry at the other blond.

“We’ll be in Metropolis for about a week,” Marinette continued, as her two friends bickered and Adrien declared he would have his vengeance. “Then Adrien got to pick where we next.”

“Disney World!” The blond shouted. It was his biggest childhood dream and it was becoming a reality. “We’re going to Florida to Disney World, and then Universal Studios; where we’ll get to see the Magical World of Harry Potter.”

“Geek!” Chloe sniped.

“Slytherin!” Adrien hissed back at her.

“And proud,” Chloe crossed her arms. “But you wouldn’t know anything about that, would you, Hufflepuff?” She said the Hogwarts’ house like it was a dirty word. “Most notable thing a Hufflepuff ever did was die. And then somehow ended up in Twilight.”

           Adrien stood up angrily, “You take that back!”

“Make me!”

           Adrien looked at Nathaniel, “Ravenclaw, do something!” Their two houses went together like PB&J.

           Nathaniel put down his pencil, “No.” And went back to writing. “Make the Gryffindor do it!” He motioned to Marinette.

           Marinette just looked up at the ceiling, praying to gods’ for patience.

           Adrien, she was suddenly reminded, was loyal enough to help hide a body.

           Nathaniel was smart enough to have already come up with an alibi.

           Chloe as conning enough to ensure they got away it, after goading Marinette into doing it in the first place.

           Marinette would eventually snap and kill Lila. She would need them. “We’ll be in Florida for about four days; enough to see both amusement parks. Then all four of us agreed to go to New York next. First, stop Gotham; we’ll be touring Wayne Industries and attending one of the Wayne family annual galas.”

“Then we go directly to New York City,” Chloe said examining her nails. “Mama arranged us a tour of Vogue and Mode. We’ll be going to a few of the runways for Fashion Week. Adrien’s father arranged for us to go see Hamilton on Broadway.”

           It had taken a lot of time, effort, threats of going to the police, press, and CPS regarding child labor laws broken concerning Adrien to get Gabriel Agreste to agree to let his son go on the trip (as well as allow him to actually have a childhood). But there had been several conditions; mostly to do with security and proper supervision; which all the parents had, though not to Gabriel’s extremeness.

           Still, the four kids agreed to the terms.

“We’re going to a baseball game!” Adrien added excitedly. “A real one. I’m going to eat a hot dog the size of my arm. And cotton candy the size of my head.”

           Marinette nodded slowly, already picturing herself patting Adrien’s back as he whined about as stomach ache from eating too much.

           Chloe frown, picturing the same. She had lost a pair of Jimmy Choos after one disastrous trip to the carnival that involved way too much greasy food and rollercoaster with two loops. She shook the nightmarish memory away, “Thanks to Marinette, we’ll be touring the Stark Industries and the Avengers tower. All the hotels we’ll be staying at are 5 stars. Also, we’re going to three, three Michelin star restaurants. I can imagine what would’ve happened if she had made the reservations late. We might have ended up in some god awful Inn.”

“Come to think of it,” Marinette paused thoughtfully, “We should get to New York about the same time you do. What are your plans? No! Don’t tell me. I’m sure they’re amazing and I don’t want to be jealous. I mean you kicked us off the trip so you had to have something out of this world lined up.”

           Alya’s mouth was dry. She tried to come up with something to say; something to brag about but she knew that come September she’d have to pony up the pics. Because Pics or it didn’t happen. Chloe was active on social media; she’d be updating on a daily basis and scooping out her competition. She’d know instantly if they were lying and they’d never live it down.

           Lila fought the urge to throw the biggest tantrum of her life. At the beginning of the year, after Marinette’s trip presentation, she thought getting the bluenette and Blondie off the trip was the perfect plan; even when Adrien said he wouldn’t go. However, it was soon clear that Alya and the other students were in way over their hands. The dream trip that Marinette had spun them would be realized as only a dream as it was clear they wouldn’t manage it without Marinette’s organizational skills and Chloe’s funding.

           The trip they got was the standard tourist one. A look around the city, the statue of liberty, Time Square, and a museum or two. Honestly, Lila took better trips with her grandmother.

           Maybe there was still a way to save things…

“You know,” Lila smiled sweetly. “Since we’re all going to be in New York anyway, we should do everything together-“

“Can’t,” Marinette stated firmly. “Reservations are reservations for a reason. Tickets were bought. You know how it is.”

           Bustier frowned. This had ended the way she thought it would. When Alya and the other students beseeched her to disallow Marinette and Chloe from the school trip, she thought it was for the best. Chloe had always had a hostile attitude that Marinette seemed to have developed as well. It left the rest of the class with negative energy that wasn’t helpful for nurturing their growth.

           However, she couldn’t have predicted just how badly things would go. Alya had come crying to her several times about having to fill out and re-fill out multiple forms for the school board. She seemed to get something wrong every time.

           The children could barely raise enough money for the trip. And it wasn’t nearly as wonderful as the one Marinette had come up with at the beginning of the year. Still, they were going to New York which was what counted. Most classes wouldn’t even have gotten that far, She thought smugly. It would be a good trip. (Caline had dreamed about accidentally running into Steve Rogers or Thor and being swept off her feet. And she thought that dream wouldn’t even be possible if she was too busy trying to reign in her to most troublesome students which were one of her reason her telling the two they couldn’t go.) However, even that trip paled in comparison to the one the bluenette had planned for her and her two friends. 5-star hotels, trips to galas, fashion week, going to the Avengers Towers, possibly meeting Captain America, Thor, and the rest! It all sounded too good to be true.

“There must be something you can do,” Bustier said. “It would be nice if all my students were together.”

           The other students looked at the tour with hope clear in their eyes.

           Adrien, Marinette, and Chloe just looked at the teacher like she was dumb. Each fought the urge to remind the teacher that she was just fine with the three not going less than ten minutes ago.

           Adrien rolled his eyes, “There isn’t. Everything was bought and paid for. They are only expecting four kids which is why we get to go to so many places. Turns out, not many hotels and restaurants want to deal with a bunch of teens at the last minute.”

Marinette nodded, “Besides you wouldn’t want us crashing your trip anyway. We’d hate to get in the way. We know you guys wanted a drama-free trip.” She through the term back in their faces. “But I wouldn’t mind meeting up one day. You guys are doing time square right. Let us know when and we’ll see if we can do it the same day.”

“If we can fit in our schedules,” Chloe snapped. “It's pretty packed.”

“Not as packed as theirs, I’m sure,” Marinette smiled kindly, though inside she was doing a victory dance worthy of a champion. “I can’t wait to see the pictures.”

           The four left that Friday. By Sunday, the social medias were filled with dozens of pictures of beautiful hotel rooms. The next three weeks were the worst in the class’s entire lives. The other students in the class tried their best not to look but it was hard. Particularly when the picture of Marinette, Adrien, and Chloe on the red carpet started to make waves. Pictures of the four meeting various celebrities like Lex Luther and Chris Pine, superheroes like Superman and Batman, of them at Disney World and Coachella had left more than a bit of envy in their hearts.

           Their own trip had started out terribly. Alya hadn’t book enough rooms so they had to triple bunk, with some people having to sleep on a cot. And it turned out that the only tours she had secured was to Elis Island and the New York Art Museum; nothing nearly as exciting as they hoped. So they had been mostly left on their own for sight-seeing.

           Still, it wasn’t a terrible trip. They ate great good and saw the normal New York tourist attractions.

           However, when the time came for them to go to Time Square and meet up with Adrien, Alya, Chloe, and Marinette, Bustier was ready to pull her hair out.

           Bustier never had trouble on any of the previous trips, as they were always organized to the minute, but this one had so much free time the kids didn’t know what to do with themselves which resulted in chaos. And being threatened with being kicked out of the hotel. She didn’t understand what was different. The students were usually so well behaved.

           Sure on previous trips, there had been two more chaperones but Bustier always thought they were unnecessary. Her students were the best and most well behaved in school for the most part. She was positive that they only needed their teacher to watch out for them.

           She was wrong.

           And Bustier was very surprised to see Mendeleiev there with her four wayward students, looking very much like the Cat that got the Canary.

“Demetria,” Bustier greeted politely. “What are you doing here?”

           Mendeleev didn’t bother to hide her smirk. “I was invited as a chaperone. It just me and Gorilla. Between the two of us we keep the delinquents in check,” She said Delinquents at the four who playfully hissed at her. Each of the four wore a black shirt with a different Hogwarts house on it.“Best decision I ever made. I was reluctant at first as it’s not school-related and I wouldn’t be paid for it. But Agreste and Bourgeois are paying me nine times my usual amount an hour to watch the kids like a hawk. Luckily their goods kids. What about you? How is your class trip going?”

           Bustier forced herself to smile, and not bite out angrily that it was driving her insane. The kids were driving her completely up the wall. And Caline was more than a little aware of how amazing her four students trip was and to think Mendeleiev had gotten to do it all with them made her blood boil and her eyes practically turn green with jealousy. “Extremely well. We are having… the time of our lives.”

“I’m sure,” Mendeleiev said. She and the rest of the teachers had never been happy with how Bustier ran her class. Or just how much she and Damocles got away with. However, it didn’t matter. Come September, things would change. Damocles had already gotten fired for taking bribes, breaking procedure, and being a complete idiot.

           Bustier, while technically, hadn’t done anything wrong would still have to listen to the school board tell her everything that was wrong with her class. And there was a lot.

“Have you gone to the Avengers tower yet?” Bustier asked, not subtly at all. She still hoped that if there was time she and her class could tag along.

“We have,” Mendeleiev told her, bursting the bubble of hope that had sprung in Caline. “It was quite wonderful. I had a wonderful debate with Doctor Banner; it turns out he’s read several of my papers and me, his. While the kids are at the baseball game tomorrow, the two of us will be having a lunch date and going over our scientific hypothesis tomorrow.”

“Get it, Ms. Mendeleiev,” Chloe laughed.

           Mendeleiev shot her a stern look but her mouth twitched as she fought a smile.

“Perhaps my class could go with?”

“Sorry, we have a reserved seats.”

Envy flared in Caline Bustier more than ever before in her entire life. If they had been still in Paris, Hawkmoth would’ve had a field day. “Oh but what about watching the kids. Won’t they need you? What would their parents say about this?” A vicious smirk appeared on Bustier’s face. She always thought Mendeleiev needed to be knocked down a peg or two.

Mendeleiev didn’t bat an eye, “Already covered. Already cleared with their parents. After all who’s going to say no to Captain America and Iron Man babysitting their kids. Steve hadn’t been to a game a while and he really wanted to take his son Peter and the rest of Tony’s interns. The kids should have a blast.”

Adrien shot a bright smile at his bodyguard, “Natasha is going too! I still don’t understand how you two know each other.”

Gorilla’s face burned a red color but he remained silent. He wore the bright yellow and black Hufflepuff scarf Adrien had begged him to wear as a show of support, particularly when Mendeleiev revealed herself to be a Ravenclaw (So did Bruce Banner). Captain America and the Winter Soldier high-fived Marinette over being Gryffindors. And Pepper Potts, Iron Man, and the Black Widow introduced themselves as Slytherin alumni.

Where was the Hufflepuff love?

Adrien had looked at Hawkeye with hope but Clint had shrugged and said, “Gryffindor.”

The blond boy huffed and pouted (the pout was how he got Gorilla to wear the scarf). He bet Thor was a Hufflepuff.

           The rest of Bustier’s class still steer clear away from the four; out of pride and envy. Lila had attempted to go near Adrien but was stopped by Alya who didn’t want to risk her bestie getting bullied by the meanest girls in school.

           Alya had decided after seeing the pictures of the four with Superman, The Avengers, Batman, and THE LOIS LANE that life just wasn’t fair. If it was Marinette and Chloe (Maybe even Nathaniel) would be stuck in Paris, crying their eyes out over not being allowed on the trip. It was what they deserved for being such bullies.

           The preplanned tour of Times Square, which was mostly just the kids walking around and awing at the pretty lights. It was actually a bit boring, once the excitement wore off. They found themselves on the highest building there, looking over New York City in its entirety, along with a bunch of other tourists.

           Suddenly all the electronic billboards and every ounce of electricity turned off. Crowds up people looked around confused.

           The giant monitors blurred and a face appeared, “Greetings citizens of New York, I. AM. THE. Electrocutioner!” Lights were centered on the highest building there, and it was clear the villain stood on top of the building. The building of Bustier’s class was on.

           One thought echoed in the minds of each Parisian citizen, “Fuck.”

           Before any of the Paris heroes’ could figure out if they should act or not, another team of heroes arrived.

           The evil-doer had with him a dozen or so henchmen, each more menacing the last.

           The sight of Kid Flash zooming up the side of the building was incredible. Seeing Young Justice kick butt left Marinette a little breathless.

Was this what it was like, she wondered, seeing Ladybug fight.

           When some of the henchmen were ordered to take hostages; Marinette, Chloe, Nathaniel, Adrien, Gorilla, and Mendeleiev fighting back much to the shock of Bustier and her class. Chloe rolled her eyes as she, and the other three pulled out miniature pens from their pockets; did they really not know how often New York is attacked by Super Villians. Seriously.

           With a click of the button, the pen turns into a long whip. Chloe refused to be taken without a fight. Her and Marinette, who now wielded a fighting staff, nodded at each other. The blonde snorted when she looked at Adrien, “A shield, really?”

“I don’t want to hurt people too much,” Adrien defended.

“This is why you’re a Hufflepuff.”

           Nathaniel spun his trident around. It worked like a Taser and could shock people. Luckily only the villain had electricity powers.

Marinette didn’t know how it happened but suddenly she was fighting back to back with Robin.

“Nice moves,” Robin said after Marinette knocked out a henchman with a high kick. He knocked out a henchman with his staff.

“Not too bad yourself.”

           Nathaniel nearly had a heart attack when Aqualad jumped in to help him protect several tourists. When biggest henchmen came rushing at him, the redhead fired up his trident and within seconds the underling was down for the count.

           Kaldur paused, “…Can I borrow that?”

           Chloe used the whip with ease and grace. She has been practicing with it ever since she saw Shadow Hunters for the first time. Isabelle Lightwood was an icon.

The blonde didn’t know how it happened. But one minute she was fighting off two lame minions then she saw an Arrow guy fighting and then falling off the roof, and the next thing she knows she’s jumping after him. Then they both were dangling off the roof with only Chloe’s whip for support.

“You call this a rescue?” Arrow guy snorted.

“You call yourself a hero?” Chloe snapped.

“Meow!”

           Chloe didn’t see how he did it but one moment she was hanging there; the next Arrow guy was swinging her up back onto the roof.

           He smirked at her, “You’re a pretty one.”

           She waved him off, “Oh go save someone!”

           When Superboy crashed down next to him after taking a brutal hit, Adrien gripped his shield and stood in front of him. Adrien was able to block most of the attempts of the underlings to reach the boy of steel. But it wasn’t long until they had them surrounded. Just when Adrien thought he was a goner, red lasers blasted the henchman back.

           Superboy stood up, “Thanks for the assist.” He smiled at the blond boy. “Nice shield.”

           Gorilla and Mendeleiev handled their own really well. After seeing Gorilla fight, Adrien started to have some serious suspicions about just how his bodyguard knew the Black Widow.

           When the fight was over, and the villains detained, the small group stood with the rest of the civilians until the all-clear was given.

The Bustier and her class stared in awe as the members of Young Justice walked over to the six with large smiles. The heroes didn’t even spare the class a glance. Not even when Alya pushed Lila to the front but Robin and Arsenal never even noticed her.

Dick Grayson, Robin, smiled at the pretty bluenette with bluest eyes he’d ever seen and did his best to ignore Batman in his ear about bringing in the Heroes Ladybug, Chat Noir, Queen Bee, and Bright Roar in to Watch Tower stat. He knew all about Ladybug and, thanks to Batman, knew her civilian identity. But to see her in person was a whole different experience.

No, there was a time and place for everything. And right now the time was to flirt with the Gorgeous Superhero who a skintight red suit.

“You’re amazing,” He told her honestly. “What are you doing for the rest of my life?”

“I swear to god if you propose!” Batman hissed in his ear.

           Marinette blushed a bright red.

           Kaldur handed the trident back to Nathaniel, “This is an amazing weapon. You use it well.” He told the redhead. This must be the new Hero Bright Roar “I wish for one just like it.”

           Nathaniel flushed but handed the weapon back to Kaldur, “Keep it. I’m not that good with it.”

           Kaldur smiled, “Then perhaps you will let me teach you one day. One on one sessions.”

“Really Kaldur,” Aquaman chastised. “This is a mission, not a dating show.”

           Aqualad ignored him.

           Superboy nodded at Adrien, “You’re good,” he told the smaller blond boy. Though from the reports he read about Chat Noir, he was only a year younger than him. “Cool shirt by the way. It's nice to meet a fellow Hufflepuff.” He said and then suddenly his arms were full of a blond boy thanking him for existing.

“Breathe,” Superman chuckled in his ear. “Just breathe, Connor.”

“For such good finders, we’re so hard to find,” Adrien said. “I could kiss you!”

           Superboy turned the brightest shade of red anyone had ever seen.

           Arsenal eyed the hot blond girl, “At least you know how to stay out of the way.”

           Chloe glared at him, “Next time, I’ll just let you die.”

“Then who be the man of your dreams.”

“Freddie Kruger would probably take his job back,” Chloe said with a hand on her hip. “Though his face isn’t as terrifying as yours.”

“That girl will eat you alive,” Oliver warned in his ear.

“So you admit you dream about me,” Roy stepped forward.

           Chloe huffed, “Get real!”

“Hey,” Alya called. “Robin, Speedy, don’t you want to say hi to Lila Rossi.” She motioned to the Italian girl who had gone pale.

“It’s Arsenal now,” Roy corrected.

           Dick nodded, “And who’s Lila?”

           Marinette smiled, “Oh I’d totally marry you now!”

           Robin grinned and raised his arms in victory.

           Batman cursed in his ear.

            Robin, Arsenal, Aqualad, and Superboy kept their attention on the on the four. No matter how much their superhero mentors protested. No matter how much Bustier’s tried to intervene.

              No, their attentions’ were reserved

[change-the-world-someday]

Don’t You Go

@ogmilkis asks:

hey i love your writing b (your last one(all of them really) was *chefs kiss*)💕 would you be willing to do 10 from the John Mulaney promt list?? no specifics i just wanna see what you do with it 😂

A/N: You're very kind about my work, thank you :). Keep sending these requests in, guys, they really help my imagination run.

Prompt: 10. “I am very small and I have no money, so you can imagine the kind of stress that I am under.” 

BAU x GN!Teen!Reader (Platonic)

Summary: Your parents are linked with four murders around town. However, things aren’t as rosey as they seem in your house...

⚠️TW⚠️ Child abuse mentioned, General Criminal Minds things, Murder mentioned

Masterlist

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You shift in the uncomfortable seat, your wrists aching from the handcuffs. You play with your hands, fiddling with the ring on your right hand, twirling it and shifting it up and down your middle finger.

You weren't planning on being caught. Hell, you weren't planning on stealing in the first place, but life has a way of twisting things and somehow pulling the worst from every situation. You just needed something to eat and drink.

The door opens and your head snaps up and two people walk in. There's a younger, pale woman with blonde hair and an older man who's more tan with grey, swept-back hair. They take a seat opposite you and the man opens a file.

"So, Y/N L/N, the only child of Sandy and Darren L/N. Do you mind telling us why you were stealing from the store?"

You sit back and sigh. You don't say a word. The woman who asked the question huffs, making the older man place a hand on her shoulder.

"Okay, let's try something else," he starts. "JJ, do you mind leaving us for a few minutes?"

The blonde, JJ, nods and stands, leaving to presumably stand behind the one-way glass you’ve been staring at intently since you were forced into the interrogation room.

"My name's Dave Rossi. Now, why did your parents hide you from us? I mean, surely you know your parents are under investigation..."

Your attention is grabbed by this, and though you try not to show it, Rossi picks up on the subtle shift in body language. "Wait, you don't know?"

You speak up. "N-No. I b-barely see them."

Rossi raises an eyebrow. "Is that why you were in the store, trying to steal some food from the top shelf?" He bites back a smirk as he remembers how you were caught—you were trying to reach the top shelf and fell into it, crashing to the ground and your backpack opening, spilling out stolen food.

"Look, I'm very small and I have no money, so you can imagine the kind of stress that I am under," you scoff out, still playing with your jewellery. Rossi leans forward a little, trying to close the gap between you.

"Don't your parents give you money for food?" Rossi asks. You shrug.

"They spend it...elsewhere," you reply and try to stop fidgeting. "I don't see them, and they don't tell me anything."

Rossi nods and pulls something out of his pocket; a key. "They must hurt." You nod and lean forward, letting Rossi unlock the cuffs. You smile a little, muttering a quiet 'thank you' before you rub your wrists, soothing them. That feels better.

"Are they ever around?" Dave asks. His tone of voice has shifted from slightly harsh to softer, almost fatherly. You shake your head and Rossi sighs. He leans back.

"Is there anywhere you can stay while we investigate your parents?" You shake your head again. "Okay. We can keep you here until the shopkeeper decides if she wants to press charges. We can make sure you're fed, too."

Rossi gets up and walks out, leaving you behind. He bumps into his team in the other room, who was watching through the one-way mirror.

"What are we going to do?" He asks Hotch. The unit chief sighs.

"The shopkeeper doesn't want to press charges. Y/N’s known for stealing small amounts of food from shops around town. They tend to just ignore it since they know what their parents are like. I say we keep them here, make sure they’re comfortable at least, and then we can see what Garcia's pulled up on the parents." Hotch gives the rundown and the team nod.

Suddenly, his phone rings. He picks up. "Garcia? What have you got?"

He puts her on speaker. "Sir, it turns out Y/N’s parents are related to the distribution of heroin around the country and guess what? Three of our four victims were involved in it too," she explains quickly, keyboard clacking in the background.

"And what about the fourth, baby girl?" Morgan asks.

"She knew the mother."

"It did seem that the fourth victim was a more personal attack. She was stabbed fifteen times more than the rest," Spencer pipes up. Hotch nods.

"Okay, thanks, Garcia," Hotch thanks and hangs up, turning back to his team.

"Morgan and Prentiss, I want you to go to the house with a warrant and search top to bottom. Check Y/N’s room, too. JJ, release a statement to the press that we want to find these two. Dave, you're with me. We'll search the town and go over the crime scenes, see if there's anything the police missed. Reid, I want you to stay with Y/N. You're the youngest and they'll probably be less standoffish with you. Try and ask them some questions about their parents and the fourth victim. JJ, join him after."

Everyone goes their separate ways and Reid goes back into the interrogation room. You look up and relax a little, seeing it isn't the local PD.

"Hi Y/N, I'm Spencer," the young man introduces himself. You nod.

"Hi," you mumble.

"Do you want anything to eat or drink? We can get you pretty much anything," Spencer asks. You think for a minute and nod.

"C-Can I have some...ramen, please?" You ask shyly. Spencer gives a bright smile and nods, quickly texting JJ to pick something up.

"Can I ask you some questions please?" The doctor asks. "You don't have to answer any if you don't want to, but it could help us."

You think before nodding, messing with your ring again. "C-Can you..." You trail off.

"Can I?" Spencer asks.

"Do you have...something I can mess with, p-please? The ring's hurting my finger." Spencer nods and digs into his pocket, pulling out a set of keys and handing them over.

"They okay?" You nod. "Okay. Do you know Caitlyn?"

Silence. You’ve stopped messing with the keys. You nod. "How?"

"She...She's my friend. She told me..." You pause. "She told me she'd help me get away."

Spencer nods. "Get away from where?"

"My...my parents," you finish, messing with Spencer's keys again.

"Did your parents ever...come home with blood on them?"

You look down and nod. "When did that start?"

"Erm..." you think, "a-about a month ago. I wasn't allowed t-to ask." Your hands start to shake. "They...they..."

"Hey, Y/N? You're okay. Everything's okay," Spencer starts to reassure you. "They can't get you. You're okay."

You let out a shuddering breath and nod. Suddenly, the door opens and you jump out of his skin. It's the blonde woman from before, and she's holding a cup of ramen, steaming, with a plastic fork sticking up in it.

"Spencer? Hotch wants to talk to you," she says. The young agent nods and leaves, letting JJ take his seat. She hands you the ramen and you give a grateful nod, slurping it.

"S-Sorry," you mutter. JJ gives a soft smile and shakes her head.

"It's alright. I don't mind," she replies. You nod and continue eating, only stopping to take a breath now and then. In five minutes, the food's gone.

"W-Where is everyone?" You ask after a little while. JJ looks up from her phone, pausing the video you’re watching together.

"Well, Spencer's with Hotch, and the other one you've met, Rossi, is talking with the police to see if we can get you a bed set up in here. It would mean you don't have to go to the cells and you don't have to sleep in that chair," she explains.

"Hotch?"

"He's our boss. His name's Aaron, but Hotch is his nickname. Do you have a nickname?"

You shake your head. "N-Not really. My parents call me names, but n-not a nickname."

"How about N/N?" JJ asks. You think about it for a moment, before a small smile breaks out on your face.

"I-I like that," you mutter. "Yeah."

"N/N suits you, kid," a voice says from the door. You look up to see Rossi. He's holding a folding camp bed in his arms. Behind him is a sterner-looking man with a blanket and pillow. "We've got you a bed. None of us want you to go to your parents' house, and CPS can't come until morning."

You nod and lean back, playing with something in your hands.

"What you got there?" The other man asks.

"K-Keys," you reply. His eyes narrow.

"They're mine," someone says; Spencer. "I gave them to them to play with."

"S-Sorry. You c-can have them b-back. I'm s-sorry," you stammer out. Spencer shakes his head and walks over.

"It's okay. I don't need them at the moment," he reassures you. You nod.

Suddenly, radios flare up and almost everyone bolts out the room, leaving behind you and Rossi. Your eyes widen.

"W-What g-going on? D-Did I-"

"No kiddo, you haven't done anything wrong," Dave cuts in as he makes up the bed. "We've just had a hit on your parents..."

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[goyangii]

Another example how trans women are treated as a special class of men is how several trans women, not one, not two, but at least four within the past two years have cited their dysphoria as the reason they were caught with child porn and received lenient sentences for it. That and how the UK police were willing to temporarily jail and investigate people for "thought crimes" as simple as liking a post on Twitter that was a feminist poem how womanhood is not a costume and they're still a man. That level of privilege, and being favored by the courts and police which no other minority or marginalized group is, is a privilege.

this is such a good addition!!! i can think of a couple high profile cases that were recorded as women with no mention to trans status (such as john/julie marshall who had over 80k counts of cp but got only 9 months in jail and 10yrs on the registry — which isn't nothing but jfc). there's another case i can think of, with a uk councillor (who in fairness wasn't trans, but absolutely falls in the same line of agp and cd. a lot of tims are into roleplaying as 'littles' or little girls, especially in sexual contexts) who had over one million counts of cp but engaged in 'therapeutic role-play' larping as an 'abused young girl' and got even less punishment, 40 days of rehab and put on the registry, again for 10yrs. it's insane to me.

i think what gets me with this type of crime is not only that it's a very male-typical crime (as in, women aren't really consuming cp as a group. that is almost unilaterally a male thing), but that it's reported in the news as having been done by a 'woman', no trans modifier. irritating af. the point about the level of privilege to get off easy while women who criticize you are treated as criminals is so poignant too, it's literally a privilege only men (esp white men) could have.

funnily enough while trying to find some cases i remembered, i stumbled upon an article by notcursede (if you don't know him, he's a pretty notorious tim with really cursed takes and a strong misogynistic streak. obvs thus very popular with tims) defending jess/josh bradley, a tim who got fired from his post as a university group officer after posting pictures of him flashing with his dick out, even at his work desk, on a tumblr blog that also included incest rape between father/son and sexualizing of underage boys. tbf a tumblr blog isn't a crime in and of itself (inb4 it should be harhar) but the fact that he literally posted proof of himself flashing randos on his own blog of his own accord and never faced further repercussion is wild to me. his ex-wife actually has a quote in the linked article that really speaks to the situation:

At this point, this scandal is not about Jess Bradley, whom I love deeply but I had to let go because she just couldn’t understand the impact of her actions on others. She has shown through these desperate attempts to cover up what she has done that she has learned nothing. She will do her. This isn’t about her. This is about whether the people who are so quick to demand solidarity, to cite trans safety as a justification for all of their political positions (Prison abolition? Trans issue. Don’t argue.), to condemn, decry and denounce anyone who is not paying attention to the most recent theories and vocabulary developed on Tumblr, to apply their own principles to one of our own.

you have bog standard male sex pests using trans rhetoric/ideology to not only get off easy from crimes that would normally be rightfully decried (esp. given that they are, outside of their colored hair and ill-fitting dresses, literally just bog standard white men anyways!), but also to garner sympathy and even defense from fellow tims on the basis of their shared 'oppression' under cis women. meanwhile they're victimizing 'cis' women and girls through cp/flashing/sexual assault/etc. it's all so upside down.

[doberbutts]

Where was my father’s male privilege when he was beaten by his father so savagely that he went deaf, while his father’s girlfriend watched and did nothing?

Where was my father’s male privilege when he was abandoned and locked inside an empty apartment until the 1950s equivalent of CPS was tipped off he was there and took him to save him from starvation, because dear old grandpa and his girlfriend at the time didn’t want a defective child once they figured out they’d permanently fucked him up?

Where was my father’s male privilege when he bounced from foster home to foster home until he was held down and raped by one of his foster brothers, tried to tell his foster mother, and she just called him a faggot and left it at that?

Where was my father’s male privilege when he was finally reunited with his mother and had to scrape together a living by eating stale bread and running errands for what turned out to be local gangs, because she was too poor to feed another mouth?

Where was my father’s male privilege when he watched a black man shot by police bleed out in the street?

Where was my father’s male privilege when teachers who should have caught his deafness instead made him believe he was failing his classes because he was stupid because that’s just how black people are?

Where was my father’s male privilege when he got the tar kicked out of him by his white classmates who felt emboldened by their female teacher’s anti-black racism?

Where was my father’s male privilege when he brought the subject of racism up with the school board after a cross was lit on fire on his desk, and he was dismissed by both male and female staff?

Where was my father’s male privilege when he struggled to find a job after completing college, completing a master’s degree, which he paid for exclusively with scholarships earned from his competitive essay writing, because no one wanted to hire a disabled black man?

Where was my father’s male privilege when he was accused of assault by a white female student who could not keep her story straight and eventually admitted she had made it up because she wanted to put her black principal back in his place?

Where was my father’s male privilege when he was violently cuffed and illegally searched while I sat in the carseat and he was forced to comfort me through the window?

Where was my father’s male privilege when his wife, my mother, was immediately disowned by her entire family for associating herself with him? When she was forced to make a choice between a future with him, or her family? When he sees this echo with his children, and my sister’s children have still never met my brother-in-law’s family despite more than 10 years of marriage?

Where was my father’s male privilege when he came to pick us up from school and my school refused to let him in until the cops verified he was exactly who he said he was? Despite his name matching his ID, the lanyard he wore stating he was a principal at a nearby school, and the name on the school registry as being one of my parents? Despite me being called into the office to peek through the blinds at him and verifying that yes, this was my father?

Where was my father’s male privilege as neighbors who protested living near a black man repeatedly called the police on him as he pulled into the driveway of the house he’s lived in since I was born, let himself in with his own key, with ID to match the address and having known these neighbors by first name? To the point my white-passing mother had to diffuse the situation?

My father is straight and cis. My father is black and disabled. My father is a survivor. My father is a lot of things, and I have a lot of complicated feelings about him, but he is not trash. He has not skated through life as though it’s easy. His life was significantly harder than my mother’s, and her life wasn’t easy either. He has been hurt by men. He has been hurt by women. Some of the instances he has been hurt, my mother was directly sheltered from because she is a woman.

Her father was also an angry drunk, but deliberately did not take his anger out on his daughters, preferring to beat his son bloody instead. Mom has the trauma of watching her father beat the piss out of her brother and having to patch him back up after, but never of having been beaten herself.

Mom found herself in compromising and dangerous positions at times, but was protected from physical harm by her brother and the other men around her who saw it as their duty to protect the girls from that sort of thing. Literally the only good thing about rural purity culture.

Mom has a history of speaking out against racism and discrimination when she sees it, but has never needed to throw a punch in her life, because there was always a man around to protect her from the resulting fight. The men might not have agreed with her views on race but they were connected to her and thus duty/honor bound to protect her if someone tried to jump her because she wouldn’t let them beat up the black kid or told them to stop bothering the asian kid.

Mom never once had to stop and consider that it would be kinder to her partner to break things off.

Mom has never been falsely accused of assault because it’s just assumed that women don’t do that.

Mom has never been accused of trying to kidnap us because it’s believable that a white woman has mixed race kids that are darker than her but inconceivable that a black man has mixed race kids that are lighter than him.

Mom has never had the police called on her for entering her own house in their very white neighborhood.

Mom has only been pulled over once in her life, and the cop was far more interested in what my sisters and I were doing in her car than anything she might have potentially done.

My mother is straight and cis. She is also a white-passing POC and disabled. My mother is a survivor. My mother is a lot of things, and I have a lot of complicated feelings about her, but even she admits that her life was easier than my dad’s.

Cis, straight men suffer. White men suffer. My uncle is also a white-passing POC and a survivor. Do you know how much pent up anger he has? Still has, even though my grandfather changed and got better and apologized and owned up to his wrongs? Even though my grandfather’s been dead for years now? My uncle is sullen and prefers a bottle to take away his pain, pain he’s not been able to process, not been allowed to process, and he’s been that way since he was a child, which is not surprising considering what I’ve been directly told the beatings entailed... and things are always worse than what you’re told when it comes to that.

And all of that anger and resentment and rage and pain builds and builds until one of his sisters pokes him a little too hard about it and then he roars at them and storms off and he knows it’s wrong to take it out on them and he knows it’s not fair and that they only mean well but it hurts and he knows no other outlet besides lashing out because that was the only thing he was ever taught. Men get drunk and then get angry and then get violent. So he stops himself at yelling because he knows he can’t hit in anger, and he leaves and bangs doors behind him and stomps off until he calms down.

And you can say “dude needs therapy” and you know... you’re not wrong. But why would he ever seek it? When he sought help as a child he was told to be a man and suck it up and harden and grow some balls. His mother didn’t intervene to help him. You know, I know, he knows it’s because she was afraid her husband would turn on her. But it still hurts to know your own mother let your own father do that to you. Repeatedly. Over and over and over again. The most help he ever got was some first aid from his sisters when my grandfather decided he was done being angry. His teachers just knew him as an angry, sullen boy who frequently got into fistfights with other angry, sullen boys and chalked new bruises up to that. 

If you grow up like this, betrayed by everyone who is supposed to help you, then why would you ever consider seeking outside help as an adult?

And if your reaction is- see? He is a violent man! He is part of the problem! He could seek help and won’t because he is a stubborn man that wants to make his problems into women’s problems by relying on his sisters!

Then you fail to understand that my uncle is the way he is because of unprocessed, repeated trauma and betrayal that he was actively discouraged from seeking help to free himself of the cycle and start to heal. And his sisters were the only people in his life that did not harm him in that way, so at this point his sisters and his wife are the only people he trusts when triggers get poked and the pot boils over.

He does need therapy. He’s not likely to ever seek it out. And it’s because he was born a boy that this happened to him, and it’s because he was born a boy that no one was willing to help when he needed it most.

These men are not part of the queer community. They still were made vulnerable, and needed help, and did not get any, because of that same logic that drives these feelings about men not needing to be helped or included or assisted today. It’s not progressive just because the logic is coming from the queer community this time instead of conservative christians.

[grantiskeith]

Baby Wolf Cub (Davidxreader) Part 1

I have never written anything in my 9 years on this hellsite but redactedasmr has really inspired me. Let me know what you guys think so I can maybe do more. There is a part 2.

Words: 1.5k

I arrived at an empty warehouse and did a sweep of the outside and the roof. I cleared it and made my entrance through the air duct. The first interior room was an attic office it was silent. I watched it from the air vent, scanning for cameras, people, or otherwise. I nearly jumped out of my skin when I saw papers in the corner shuffled and a puppy moved to the center of the room to lay in a ball.

The tip about “barking” made more sense now. I opened the air vent and the noise from the scraping rust and banging metal made the little dog jump up and start barking. I am still in shock that such a tiny puppy made such a massive bark. You could hear him from down the block he was so loud. Growling and barking, he was not happy to be anywhere near me. I backed him into a corner and picked him up. He was shaking terribly but he seemed less angry. I pet him for a few minutes and then I nearly dropped him when he shifted into a naked little chubby baby. Holy shit, that supernatural bark made a lot more sense now. I was holding the baby with both arms, and I wasn't sure how to hold it in one arm so I could call someone for help. I also couldn't check the rest of the building safely and I couldn't take the baby back up the air duct. I decided to put it on the floor on its back. It was alone before, so I decided to just leave it in the room so I could make sure the building was empty or possibly find the mom and dad. When I got back to the room it was back into a dog. Fine by me, I feel less stressed carrying a dog, or I should say wolf, as opposed to a baby. I scooped him up and it became a baby again. Whatever at least I can walk out the door now.

I laid it down on the front seat of the car. 11:30pm. That's not too late to call him. It had been two weeks since I walked out. He kept threatening me and I was sick of it. I wasn't scared of him, but I had pride. I demanded to be treated with respect. My independence, his alpha pride. I walked away. I could have called other members of the pack, but how would that look. I hit his contact and waited. "Angel?" His voice sounded sleepy. That named stabbed my heart. "Hey hun sorry to wake you." "About time! Where have you been?" "I have a very important question. I'm on a case" He paused, there was a silence. I was on the street again, putting my life in danger again, doing a job he desperately wanted me to quit. "What is it?" He asked "Do you know of any werewolves around Chicago?" "Why?” "I am currently holding a baby that keeps shifting, it was abandoned in a warehouse" I thought I understood what a loving family looked like but after watching his pack for a while. I saw how serious packs took looking after little ones. "What? is it ok?" "It looks fine, maybe a little tired and scared. Do you have any leads I can look up?" His voice was no longer tired and instead very serious "Hang on, I'll call you back" I took the pup back into the warehouse with me, looking for clues. I turned the lights on this time, making it significantly easier to see, but made me seen to any hidden eyes. Concrete floor, walls lined with shelves, vaulted metal ceilings. I found what I was looking for. A shirt on the ground balled up in the corner, it had a blood stain. Bingo. The baby I was balancing on my hip rested his head on my shoulder and had fallen asleep. His precious face was all scrunched up and drool was pooling up on his lip. David rang. 12:01am "Hey! Whatcha got for me?" I was forcing energy to avoid sounding so tired "I got hold of Gerardo, he's the alpha in a pack not far from you. He can't come to help you, but he told me he doesn't know about any missing cubs" "Interesting" "He's lying" "Oh?" "For a pack to abandon a pup is a serious matter. If it's from his pack, there's no way he would take it back" "Well I still have a baby in my hand, someone needs to take it" "You should take it to the department" "What will they do with it?" He paused "Nothing good, governments never handle these matters gently" "Ok thanks, I'm just going to hang on to him for little while and see what I can find out. There is a CPS near by, it's probably related. Hey, I'm sorry I woke you up but thanks for all your help" He was silent again for a minute. "Angel, when are you coming back?" He would never actually admit to missing me, the stubborn bastard. "I miss you." I took a breath, "but I'm not ready to come back if I can't be a detective" "Detective? Angel, you aren't a detective. You're a criminal running around playing fake cop, throwing yourself across buildings. You're going to get shot or worse" He fell back into the same arguments from our last fight. "David! David" I tried to get him to shut up. "I need to go" click. I hung up. I kept the baby against my chest while I drove back to the hotel where I was staying. That night I slept in my bed with the baby next to me. As soon as he fell asleep, he shifted back into a wolf cub. I got back late at night. I opened the door of our apartment quietly and slipped in. I dropped my bag on the floor and sat back on the couch. I laid the baby on my chest and closed my eyes. "Angel?" I left my eyes closed but I felt David put both hands on my shoulders and kissed the top of my head. He leaned over to one ear and whispered, "Don't ever leave like that again" I sat up. "He's such a sweet and well-behaved baby," I said. Ignoring his previous comment to avoid an argument I was too tired for. "Let me take him," he said, I handed him the baby but once David had him, he turned into a sleeping puppy. "He can feel my aura. That's why he's a baby when you hold him" "Oh my god, that's so cute." "He's very young to be shifting and he's big too." He looked at

the sleeping puppy in his arms, "you're going to be an alpha aren't you?" I closed my eyes again, doing a bad job fighting off sleep, "Did you hear anything about a missing kid from any other packs" "I put out a word out, we'll have to wait to find out, we should..." He was interrupted by a massive thunder crack. The pup jumped out of David's arms and started barking and shaking and growling. David took a step back and shifted into a wolf. I've seen him do it before but in the small confines of the living room, he seemed to be as big as our couch. All he had to do was look at the puppy and the baby silenced and sat at attention. David laid down and the puppy curled up next to him. I went to make a cup of tea. "A few years ago, I stopped a robbery. It was a 15-year-old girl with a gun demanding pain killers from Walgreens. I escorted her out of the store, and I took her gun. She hadn't done anything violent so I didn't call the police. I walked with her to her home, and I gave her a bottle of Advil." I looked over to the wolves on the floor to make sure he was listening. David's ears were up but he wasn't looking at me. "I left her until later that night I spied through her window where I saw her taking care of an old man. She later told me that her grandfather was sick but they couldn't afford any help. If I had called the police on her that night, no one would have known about him, and he would have died" I sat down on the couch in front of them. Rain was pouring down against the windows. "I did something special and meaningful walking her home that day. I am proud to be the detective that I am and I wouldn't trade that for anything" David and I were going to have another fight about my career. The little wolf was snoring against David's fur, my shoulders relaxed against the soft couch, the rain came down on the window like a waterfall. There was the taste of lavender tea on my tongue. I kicked off my shoes to feel the cold hardwood floor against my toes.