#sexal abuse

[upsanddowns98]

I'm proud of who I am and now the best is yet to come!

[fellinlovewithinsanity]

You.

I know its done, gone, and over but its the scars you left behind that stay instead of you.

The ones that almost made me incapable of trusting anyone again. The ones that you gave me when I was ten. The ones that were only visible to you and me.

[lapimpinelaescarlatta]

tbh the first half of the substance was... idk so so male gazey, and i hope the director doesnt go around championing her movie as a feminist movie, "oh its a critique of women objectification literally there s probablt 20 minutes of just plain soft porn, we didnt need it to get it,if you film her face and general shots and the leeering disgusting males you could accomplish the critique, when you choose to objectifie the actress you are partaking in the thing you critique, its is just like any other horror expoltation. Is so dishonest to use what you are critiquing to made the visual product , because the way the images work for us, you are making the spectaror reinforce the objectification, the context makes the critique disappear in the subconscious level.

i did enjoy a lot of the film, demi moore cursing herself and all the tension, and i think it works really well as a body horror because all the amount of soft porn we painfullt watch ( just if you are a feminist sorry males were loving it, and of course it has and impact in the fact that the film has been so liked by horror fans,they love anything that confirms our position as sex objects, and filmed by a woman nonetheless , honey for their ears) the comes also in the final part we also painfully watch the grossnes, it mirrors how long it was the other part.

So very good body horror, very bad critique and 0 feminism found sorry, all the people that labels this type of explotation films as feminists should read laura mulvey and there´s some sort of macluhannesque catch 22 to this visual product going from "the media is the message" to s a sort of how you use the media is also the message

Also as it happens with pornography it asks the actresses to push their sexal integrity, like they said the main actress ended cryng because of the filmin of the porny sector... like unions should look into this things, no more abuse for actors, the same goes for making the customes unwearable,the hurting themselves o forcing the actors to overeat , even if i have to say the dennis quad feat of giving so much to the film that he did 11 times the shrimp, its seems to me way less harmful thant what the actresses say, theres this post going around with the quotes, inmediately made me dislike the director an the film so tiring to see woman having to suffer because art love beauty.. really can we end this paradigma ? arnt you bored of all this female suffering

[indigo474]

7/8/24

I woke up in the middle of the night, laid in bed staring into the darkness.. listening, I heard silence-nothing. no screaming or fighting-i thought about how as a child I was woken up by fighting-yelling, screaming, stuff being thrown. i laid there and said to myself I did- I created a peaceful life for myself. its healing to realize i am safe- my 9 year old self is safe. I had another nice visit with my Mom. she came up with the idea for us to hug as soon as we see each other.it seems to work. if it's going to go to shit it usually happens in the first few minutes of us being together. we laughed and talked and i painted her nails. i was glad she insisted on seeing me. we talked a lot and she said that maybe my aunt teresa was right and i should have been removed from her care. i was sexually abused and severely neglected and no one seemed to care. I'm not sure why i wasn't protected. the abuse was reported to the school and nothing happened. maybe something was done that i didnt know about but the sexual abuse continued. I wish i knew why the adults in my life didnt protect me. i dont think my Mom was capable. my grandmother years later said she was sexally abused by her father so i'm guessing a whole bunch of denial and sweeping shit under the rug. i like to think if the things that happened to me happened today to some little girl somewhere things would be different and she would be protected. it was a healing visit with my Mom- heavy conversations but also laughter. i'm not 100% sure why my inner child picked the age of 9- i was 9 when i got my period. i see her in my mind- i did it- i created a safe space a safe home for her, for me, for us and i cant think of anything better in this world.

[hellaversity]

As if I didn't already have enough reasons to hate Ch*i.

How is Charlie even included in that list? She's the PROTAGONIST! What man does she revolve around?

EMILY?! She hardly even speaks to any male character. Other than Saint Peter and Sir Pentious, (both of whom she only interacted with for like 10 seconds) all of her interactions are exclusively with other female characters.

Bee? How did they fucking miss her debut episode where she spends the majority of it talking to Loona, another woman?

For the last time, Stella is not a villain because she made Stolas sad. (Where did that even come from?) She's a villain because she fucking abused Stolas for years and participated in having him killed. What part of "Cheating would imply there was a betrayal, this woman never gave two shits about me or our very much arranged marriage" did they not understand?

When was Pre-Apology Tour Verosika ever treated like a villain by the show? The only time she was ever taken down a peg was in Spring Broken, and that was because she sexally harassed Moxxie. Not because she hates Blitzø.

Glitz and Glam weren't even the main antagonist of the Mammon episode, MAMMON WAS. IT'S RIGHT THERE IN THE DAMN TITLE. CREEPZO WAS LITERALLY CREATED TO BE HATED BY FANS.

OCTAVIA SHOULD NOT EVEN BE IN THAT CATEGORY. SHE WAS NEVER A FUCKING VILLAIN NOR HAS VIV EVER SEEN HER AS SUCH, CH*I MADE THAT UP OUT OF HIS ASS. WHERE DID THAT COME FROM.

I don't remember Loona being a villain either, and she's had several interactions with female characters like Millie, Bee and Octavia before. She doesn't just talk to men.

Only shows up when it's convenient to the plot? You mean queer people can have more than one personality trait and certain traits will show up depending on their mood? 😱 NO WAY!!! WHO'DA THUNK IT?!?!?!

"Black-coded" I am so fucking sick of this argument, these characters are not human so stop projecting human ethnicities onto them.

Annoying is subjective. If Ch*i finds a character annoying because they're fat and not because of their personality, that says more about him than it does about Viv.

Moxxie is hella aggressive and temperamental, what? Where's the "wimpy" in this guy? Because he didn't want to kill children? (Before he found out they were Satan-worshipping cannibalistic serial killers? This guy stood up to his abusive dad and has no problem calling Blitzø out on his flaws. "Wimpy" my ass.

I don't even know what to say about that last part. What the fuck.

Ngl antis claiming Vivziepop can only write a few characters and then giving list like this will never not be funny to me

GENIUENE QUOTE from Chai

“Nice” girl with no personality other than her relationship with men in the cast (Charlie, Emily, Millie, Nifty, Bee, post-Apology Tour Verosika, Loona depending on the ep)

One-dimensional bitch who is labelled a villain because she made a male character sad (Stella, Glitz & Glam, Loona depending on the ep, pre-Apology Tour Verosika, potentially Lilith and, from Viv’s point of view, Octavia)

Foul-mouthed asshole who has a “soft side” that only shows up when it’s convenient to the plot (Blitzø, Angel, Fizzarolli)

Black-coded man who has to daddy dom a defanged version of the foul-mouth asshole (Husk, Asmodeus)

“Fat and annoying” (Mammon, Mimzy)

”Wimpy” bisexual man (Pentious, Moxxie)

Twink (Moxxie, Stolas, Fizzarolli)

Edgelord/Drama king (Alastor, Stolas)

It amazes me how they misunderstood these characters

This is probably why you don't watch something you hate. It makes you ignore quite a lot of nuance with the characters. Also, this list feels like a mixture of misogyny, homophobia, and lowkey racism. It could just be me tho xP

[gunaerystargarygun]

Wow! Some dumb fuck on twitter really said Dany is Kylo Ren! I literally cannot fucking parse this!!

Yes a 13 year old sexually abused child bride is EXACTLY like a 30 year old genocidal maniac! Fuck off!

[jerseydeanne]

Oh boy, 😮

Disgraced ex-Cardinal Theodore McCarrick allegedly ran a sex ring out of his New Jersey beach house — where one victim claims he was molested by him and three other priests, according to a new lawsuit.

[contentcards url=”https://nypost.com/2020/07/23/ex-cardinal-ran-sex-ring-from-new-jersey-beach-house-lawsuit/” target=”_blank”]

If you abuse a child your ass will pay the price. There are…

[redfoxwritesstuff]

It has come to my attention there are concerns via a Anon in my inbox as well. Their message has been deleted, I don't take kindly to being outright accused of plagiarism.

Let me, the actual writer of the offending series set things straight and it's going to be wordy because I am little else than one wordy bitch with a laptop.

"A Misdemeanor of the Heart" is a direct reference to the illegality of adultery at that time. Frankly, "A Felony of the heart" just doesn't roll the same way off the tongue. 'of the heart' is a reference to the fact that our dear Reader will commit this crime in her heart long before she acts on any feelings for Alastor.

I'm not going to sit here and pretend I've never read misconduct. I have, a while ago but I haven't been keeping up on it. I tend to not read when I'm writing to limit idea bleed over.

Things this Misdemeanor will have in common with Misconduct (And countless other series using this same trope, one of which I'm aware of using it with a human Alastor as well) are having Alastor over for dinner at one point. Having an affair with Alastor. Visiting his mother's gravesite. Being the victim of sexal and physical assult. Buying meat from a butcher (because where else do you buy meat in 1923) is featured as is a visit to the radio station. Alastor provides flowers to the reader at one point.

Why are these things similar? Because we are working with the same source material- a 1920's Alastor. These are common social behaviors and situations a woman would find themselves in. Getting the lady of the house flowers after having been had over for a meal was socially expected. Both meet in shops, because that is where the people are in the 1920s. I don't believe Misconduct's Alastor ever visits a tailor?

Being abused was common. Misogynistic men taking out their frustration over women recently winning to right to the vote was time period specific. Alastor is accepted as a momma's boy so visiting her grave is again, expected.

But if this Anon would have taken the time to read the series, they would find there are fundamental differences. My reader isn't being spirited away to NYC. She's just a young woman trapped a few years into a marriage plagued by abuse that she cannot free herself from.

Reading the first chapter would tell you at Alastor hardly spares Reader a second thought when they first meet, not in a butcher but at the tailors, as he's far too absorbed in his conversation with Mimzy.

You'd see Alastor push back against the idea that he needs to settle down and marry, let alone entertain a partner for anything more than a few weeks. You'd see that Alastor's business dealings are far more than just Radio and murder.

This is not obsession at first sight. This is a slow burn where feelings sneak up on Alastor while he thinks he's in control, where his Demi sexual ass catches feelings while he isn't looking and that is a fundamental difference.

I truly hope this Anon meant well, but as I've been plagued by anon hate in my inbox for years, I wish to apologize to @hurthermore directly on the off chance that this is little more than a long run vendetta taking on a new flavor. If that is the case, you do not deserve to be brought into someone's weird obsession with me.

Hey, I just wanted to let you know I found a fic on Tumblr that seems concerningly similar to 'Misconduct'. The title alone already raised my suspicions, so it thought you should be aware.

https://www.tumblr.com/redfoxwritesstuff/754353821347643392/a-misdemeanor-of-the-heart-chapter-1-alastor-x?source=share

Ahh I see what you mean! I do not mind if people are inspired by misconduct, some tropes are popular so some fics will always have some similarities! I hope it goes well for them!

[master-jarrus]

Gotta love when you mention you have trauma to your parents and their immediate response is you don't have that much trauma

And then when you explain not all trauma looks like trauma just like all abuse doesn't look like abuse and how there is this type of sexual abuse that is rarely intentional they cut you off and start going about their trauma

Like oh I'm sorry is my trauma only valid if I give you a laundry list?

Every one has experienced some sort of abuse in one way or another

Everyone has trauma in one way or another

It affects us all differently and at varying degrees but it doesn't make it any less valid if say I blocked it out or I have moved passed it enough to openly talk about it with anyone

It's still there it still affects me

Like I get it makes them feel like they're bad parents but like shit happens they can't protect me from everything. That's why they should be willing to accept that I have problems and help me work through them whether that be simply listening or getting me help to process it

So the only sexual trauma I remember is stuff said to me and not the actual activity, it still fucking happened!

[twinkies-posts]

Requesting

Request are open, so feel free to request after reading these rules🍒<3

Rules for requesting :

I am fine with male reader and trance reader , any sexaulty is allowed

No furries, no super straight, no pedophile, nothing weird and unacceptable ffs

I do black reader! And actually, anything you like to put in your character, from the hair style to the body look , all of you are beautiful <3

I don't do pedophilia or force fuck or sexal abuse ( i don't write them and totally don't encourage them but can always refer for them in the tragic past if u want _ becauseit's important that people know how bad this things is_)

Here is a little list!

Breath Play

BDSM (bondage and discipline , domination and submission , sadism and masochism )

Scene or scene play

Switch

Heat play

Aftercare

Impact play with limits

I also do mirrors fucks .

Rope bondage

Orgasm control

Knives kink too (I personally have this along with a blood kink)

The way for requesting :

It's easy , write your scenario and your pronouns, and if you want something specific like a kink or a specific body / hair shape, just say ♡

Please leave your pronouns, and if you want the sexaulty of your character ♡

[trama-girl]

so my life was descently normal till i was about 5 and my older brother c(now 23) started to get head injurys  and that triggered mental illness and he would be violent and i saw of yelling and heard it then was about 6 or 7 he stared sexally alssaulting me he would pin me down and "tickle me" and force my other brother j(now 19) to help or he would hit me then when i was about 9-11 c got kicked out but my brother j would be mean o me cuz he didnt  know any better but before camron got kicked police would be at my house often cuz how violent camron got and started self harming when i was 8(biting/hitting myself) and when i was 7-11 iwas bullied at school alot and when i was 12 my dad almost died cuz his heart was shutting down(he was fine)and then when i became suicidal when was 11 and stared cutting when i was 12 and when i turned 13 my dad and mom became mentally abusive and i stated sending pics to older guys for vaidtion but id feel shiter after and my ex h would cheat,muniplate,gas light,mentally and emotaily abusie me for 7 mouths from may-november so i got with his cousin and he was the same and ive had a off and on eating discorder for almost a year wear ill eat 0-900 calories and throw up most of the foods i eat and my first attempted was in october i tried to drink bleach then in 2020 my parents took me to the er for cutting and they did nothing and i started again in apirl then my second attmpted  was januay 1st 2021 ans i took pills but just got sick then januay 28th 2021 again pills  and i got took to the hospital and was in the er for the night then in the pcych ward for 5 days and now im here

[swiss-cheeze]

We All Sin Agent Hotchner || Aaron Hotchner

Request: YES/NO

Gender: none, they/them

Warnings: oh jesus, murders (duh), talk of sins, mentions of abortion, talk of sexual and physical abuse, child molestation, mention of a drug addiction.

Description: you’ve killed 12 by murder and another 13 by proxy, as you get interviewed by Hotch and Reid they finally find out why you killed up to 12 and another 13 but when you start mentioning the teams owns sins you get rather bored.

Disclaimer: OKAY BASICALLY, background before you read? Your parents went through a divorce when you were 12 and then your mother sexally and physically abused you at age 13; this is why you killed 12 people, however the other 13 you killed by proxy because they were all sinners. You got someone else to kill them for you (mentioned in the fic), the background to this is because your mother was catholic, so you grew up catholic; you couldn't kill those 13 other sinners because it's a sin but the 12 you could because it was the year for the divorce but the 13 you couldn't because that was from the sexual and physical abuse.

Disclaimer: I AM NOT RELIGIOUS, this is all based off of research from my own questions over the years as well as the quick engine search for this fic. The ‘sins’ the team has commited are ones I’ve found on their profiles on the Criminal Minds Wiki and twisted it a little to the use of the plot; GIDEON AND ELLE ARE MENTIONED IN THIS FIC AS MERE MENTIONS, THEY ARE NOT IN THE TEAM (this team consists of the OG; Prentiss, Hotch, Reid, Morgan, Garcia, Rossi and J.J.)

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“Jesus Christ what should we do?” Emily questioned as the team stood around the round table. They caught the unsub of course, however they needed a confession, and you were not budging.

“Thirteen murders and twelve by proxy,” J.J. muttered and looked to the victim board, “that's a lot before we got brought in, is there any significance that we can use against them?” the team looked to Spencer who simply shrugged.

“The number 13 is considered an unlucky number in some countries,” Spencer started, “the end of the Mayan calendar's 13th Baktun was superstitiously feared as a harbinger of the apocalyptic 2012 phenomenon. Fear of the number 13 has a specifically recognized phobia called triskaidekaphobia which was coined in 1911” Spencer ended his little ramble but it still did little for the team, you hadn't done anything towards those facts or any others that Spencer could recall, same with your twelve additional murders.

“Well we have to find a reason otherwise (Y/n) could have bail and hit again in a few years,” Aaron said as he leant against the chairs, “there has to be something”

“When (Y/n) was twelve their parents split?” Garcia questioned, “and then thirteen was when they oh no-”

“What, what you got baby girl?” Derek questioned as he moved to lean over Garcia's computer.

“Umm, okay these are direct quotes from a medical? Thing?” Garcia questioned again.

“That sounded like a question Garcia, what is it?” J.J. said fiercely.

“Okay okay umm,” Garcia did a little more typing, “at age thirteen (Y/n) was brought into their nearby medical centre from their house, because they lived with their mum, and they always came in with multiple bruises ‘in the shape of hands, occasionally cuts and multiple sexual assaults’ oh poor baby,” Garcia mumbled her last few words, “sexual assault from their mum at age thirteen? That would suck”

“If that's all we have to work with then that's what we’ll use,” Hotch said as he gathered a few files randomly, “Reid i want you to go into the room with (Y/n), set up a conversation regarding their childhood, specifically ages twelve and thirteen; (Y/n) is used to alpha males and females, they won't be expecting someone like you,” Emily snorted softly as Hotch handed Spencer the random files.

“And what do i do with these?” Spencer questioned, they literally were all random files and were not in order, that bugged the poor Doctor a little but he knew better than to fix it.

“Look through them alot,” Hotch responded, “pretend to fall back on things you already know from the profile and the murders, try and look through multiple files at once; (Y/n) is a curious killer but knows what they’ve done and the reason, they like to play with their food and in this case food is-”

“People got it,” Spencer said quickly before ducking out of the door, down the catwalk and towards the room you were being held.

“Hotch,” Derek said suddenly, “you do know this is about you right?” the man said, everyone looked up confused as their unit chief nodded.

“That’s why i sent in Reid, when (Y/n) gets fed up and calls for me i'll go in and i'll get the final details we need” and with that Hotch walked out of the door and in the same direction as Spencer as Derek showed the rest of the team how it was about Hotch.

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“(Y/n), you were sexually assaulted multiple times at the age of thirteen, tell me more about that?” Spencer questioned, you didn't budge in your seat nor did you show any signs of knowing what he was talking about besides the slight flinch he noticed when he mentioned the age.

“Why,” you said softly, your voice came out gravelly, “what is it you want to know?”

“Well, it was from your…” Spencer flipped through multiple files, making sure to keep them out of your line of sight before landing on a random one, “mother” you scoffed.

“Bitch, slag, whore, slut,” was all you said in response.

“How?” Spencer questioned.

“SHE MOLESTED ME,” you blew up, slamming the table, “BEAT ME AND MOLESTED ME, SENT ME TO SCHOOL IN THE MORNING, THE ONLY SAFE PLACE I KNEW BEFORE I HAD TO GO HOME AT THE SAME TIME EVERY DAY TO HER HANDS, HER EYES, HER MOUTH AND SOMETIMES HER FUCKING FRIENDS,” you struggled to breath as your body vibrated from the added adrenalyne.

“(Y/n), i need you to calm down,” Spencer said, he didn't even flinch at your explosion but he knew the signs of an early panic attack, “what's special about you is that you have so much anxiety, self doubt and self loathing and yet you still lured in twenty five people to kill,” Spencer mentioned.

“Twelve,” you said in a low voice, “I only killed twelve i had nothing to do with the others,” your eyes flickered to Spencer who started packing the files; he had gotten half the confession.

“Thank you for your time-”

“I want Hotchner,” you said with a grin, knowing exactly what that meant as Spencer paused for a moment, “even you noticed it Doctor, you saw all those victims that look like him, high class, business, lawyers, close to the justice system…” you started pointing out the similarities.

“I'll see what I can do,” Spencer said before leaving the room. The click of the lock made you giggle, then laugh, then cackle. The team watched from the two way mirror as you had a slight psychotic break in the chair you were chained to.

“GIVE ME AARON FUCKING HOTCHNER,” you screamed, “otherwise ill have to kill his little boy~” you sang with an evil grin. The team stiffened as your words floated through the room.

“They wouldn't,” J.J. said, “we didn't profile accomplices,”

“No but (Y/n) did kill by proxy,” Hotch said, “anyone could have anything trained on my little boy,” the unit chief said before he opened the interrogation room and your loud gasp came through the monitors.

“Hotchie!” you exclaimed happily, your grin was sick as your posture changed and you sat upright.

“Don't call me that,” Hotch said calmly, “you just confessed to twelve murders, now we need you to confess to the other thirteen-”

“I didn't do it,” you said immediately, “I simply helped victims with their own troubles,” you said with another sick grin as you leant forward, “you've got your own troubles too don't you Hotchie?” you questioned.

“I told you not to call me that,” Hotch responded as he stared you dead in the eye.

“A dead wife,” you grinned, “murdered wife I should say, son who almost, kind of, slightly doesn't trust you. Why?” you looked to Hotch with a grin, “you’re never there for him the poor thing” you said with a fake pout, “i should know what that's like, divorced at age twelve, molested at age thirteen, wow what a rocky fucking year those two where huh?” you questioned with a grin as the room door opened and out stepped a delicious looking man who handed Hotch a file. You whistled low, “Sexy little things aren't you here at the BAU huh?” you questioned with a grin as he left, it wasn’t the doctor from before but that didn't matter, you had the man you wanted right in front of you as he looked over a file, “what's that?” you questioned with a jut of your chin to the files.

“Damian Field,” Hotch started, you barely remembered the name let alone the face, “shot execution style, was a pedophile on three accounts,” you grinned, so that techy finally figured it out, “Emily Guard, shot execution style, multiple accounts of stealing and piracy, Dellie Parafield, shot execution style, stealing, looting, poisoning her mother and-”

“Did you finally figure it out?” you asked, cutting off the man you loved.

“You wrote ‘sinner’, at each crime scene, that's why there's thirteen and when we didn't find you quick enough you came to us,” Hotch said, you grinned.

“Thirteen dead, not because of me, but thirteen dead,” you shrugged, “know why?”

“Your mother grew up catholic,” you grinned.

“We got every single one of those people to confess agent,” you said with a sick grin as the team watched on, “they confessed for every sin they committed and died respectively because of it,”

“You're a sinner,” Hotch said as if it were a fact, you scoffed.

“I aint,” was your response.

“You killed twelve and another thirteen by proxy,” Hotch reminded you, tears filled your eyes as you sniffled.

“That's not good,” Derek muttered as he watched through the glass.

“They deserved it,” you said softly.

“And you don't?” Hotch questioned.

“AT LEAST I SEE MY SINS!” you exclaimed loudly, causing a few of the team to jump, “if you realise your sins and apologise to the lord he will forgive, and he forgives me,” you nodded with a sniffle as tears trekked down your face, “he sees what i've done and he praises me!” you said with a laugh.

“Have you ever met god (Y/n)?” Hotch questioned, you rolled your eyes.

“What, you sayin’ i'm a liar too?” you asked with a grin, “that's a sin too Aaron,” you said with a grin.

“You're not a liar but you are a bad killer, you left everything out in the open and you led us right to you and when we hit a dead end you came to us,” Hotch reminded you again, “do you confess to twelve murders and thirteen murders by proxy?” he questioned again.

“No.” you grinned, “i ain't the one who killed ‘em!” you exclaimed again as Hotch stood up and walked out of the room. This only fueled your rage as you started thrashing your wrists in the cuffs they were being held by, “WE’RE ALL SINNERS AARON HOTCHNER” you screamed, you grinned as you felt the teams eyes all watching you from behind the mirror.

“Who's the accomplice?” Emily questioned.

“We’ll find out in a second,” Hotch said calmly.

“You think you’re safe!? From who but the lord!?” you shook your head, “Elle Greenaway,” you started, the team became rigid, “shot an...what do you guys call us? Unsub?” you laughed, “shot an unsub and you rid it off as self defense,” you held up a finger, “that's one sin agent Hotchner. Jason Gideon, stole hotel toiletries,” you grinned as another finger went up, “thats called stealing Hotchner, Derek Morgan, considered suicide after molestation,” you put up another finger, “thats three now Hotchner, Emily Prentiss, abortian at age fifteen,” another finger went up, “Hotchner im all for abortians and i dont personally find them a sin, however unfortunately thats not what catholics and christians see,” you grinned, “four. Jennifer Jareau, I unfortunately only recently found out about you even though you've been with the team for a few years. Fortunately for Hotchner it stays at four,” you waved your fingers in the air, “David Rossi,” you scoffed, “married and divorced three times,” you added three fingers and whistled, “that's added a lot to the load already Hotchner, up to seven now,” you sighed as you had to use your other hand, “Doctor Spencer Reid, wow” you laughed, “what? Drug addict, liar, that Lila woman who i'm going to add simply because i feel like it,” you waved both hands as much as you could and laughed softly, “damn, that Doctor is racking it up a lot Hotchner!” you exclaimed.

“Hotch we’re not getting anywhere with this,” Rossi said with a sigh as he looked to the saddened faces of his team mates.

“Just another second Dave, it'll work.” Hotch said, his eyes still glued to your frame, “when i was in their (Y/n) said ‘we’, there is an accomplice we just have to wait for their slip up” and that's when you did, it wasn't a slip but technically but you were bored.

“UGGGHHH,” you groaned, “Lily!” you exclaimed, “Lily Raymond, she's in our safehouse,” the team was about to walk away to find this ‘lily’ before you gave them a deal, “Aaron Hotchner i will give you the address if only you let us stay in the same cell, AND,” you grinned and bit your lip, “let me give you a big smooch,” the team sighed.

“Hotch you can't,” Emily said.

“If we want that address he’ll have to,” Rossi said softly as Hotch walked into the room and did just as you asked.

He kissed you.

[writingkeepsmewhole]

Questions

This is part 4 of Kitten. Sorry it’s sort I just have writers block on everything.

Fic Summery: Sophia has never known love, her always picking the “good guy” him always turning out to be like a snake in the weeds. What will happen when shes took home one night by a “bad guy” him showing her things she never knew about herself.

Part Summery:Sophia writes down questions for Dean it only bringing more to her mind.

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Dean’s POV

I returned home from work, it not going as planned but that was my fault. I was distracted and Sam knew it. One of the reason’s I returned home alone.

I knew why, Sophia kept popping back into my head. Knowing what she went through and what she tried to do to herself made me worry about what I would find when I got back home. 

So I found myself rushing to end my meeting and to get back home. I had to stop myself halfway there and remind myself not to get too attached to this girl. She didn’t know who I was or the things I could do.

That and she most likely would run screaming if she knew about my sexal tastes. So I had to be careful with her. Just help her and send her on her way.

Whatever questions she had for me I could gloss over them like I did when I got arrested. Only thing was I didn’t know if I wanted to.

I couldn’t denine the way I was attracted to her when I first saw her in that club. That plus the way I kept noticing her responding to me made me want her in ways I shouldn’t. She was broken and I didn’t need to try and fix her.

She would get too attached or she would get scared of me. Her abuse made it unwise to do the things I wanted to do to her.

Thinking about her in that damn kennel was definitely one of them.

I walked down the hall hoping she was there since I didn’t find her in the kitchen. I almost called out for her till I realized she wasn’t talking. I hope that changed soon. I remember liking her voice, plus I didn’t want her so scared she wouldn’t even speak.

I knocked on her door knowing she wouldn’t answer then opened it. I couldn’t stop the smile that came to my face when I did.

She sat on the bed criss crossed, the coloring book in her lap and the crayson splayed about the bed. Her thumb nail was in between her teeth, her forehead wrinkled in concentration. 

Hearing the door open she looks up at me removing her hand from her face to wave at me a huge smile on her face.

It only makes my smile grow.

“Hi Kitten.” I say before I can stop myself.

‘She’s not yours Winchester.’ I think as I walk into the room and sit on the edge of the bed.

Sophia’s POV.

I sat on the bed chewing my thumb nail as I stared at the picture I was coloring. It was oddly soothing to do it, I realized. I was trying to decide on what color I should use for the dog's collar when a knock came from the door.

Hearing it open I lift my head seeing Dean standing there. He smiles at me making me blush since he caught me doing such a childish thing.

I drop my hand from my mouth and wave at him, smiling as a greeting.

“Hi Kitten.” He says smiling at me.

I blush more at the pet name for some reason sweeter than all the rest. Maybe because he was the only one to ever call me that.

“Whatcha coloring?” He asks walking into the room and sitting on the edge of the bed.

I lift up the book and hold it out to him letting him see what I did.

“Looks good.” He says smiling at me.

I couldn’t help but notice that he actually looked at the picture. Like really looked at it as if he really cared about what I was coloring.

I wanted to say thank you but I couldn’t get myself to make the words. To push them from my throat so I just sat there with my mouth open.

“Your welcome.” He says as if he could read my thoughts, making me blush and look down.

“So what did you do while I was gone? Did you get any questions written down?” He asks the scentace awkwardly as if he wanted to say something else but stopped himself.

Lifting my head I nod and move to get out of the bed.

I walk over to the desk and get the notebook he left then return to where I was sitting.

I hand it to him slowly as I remember everything I wrote down. Some of them are silly now that I think about it.

He opens it, turning to the first page.

A smile spreads across his face making me blush.

“Do I have a dog? No.” He says looking up at me, a smile on his lips as his eyes fall back to the paper.

“What’s the cage for if I don’t have a dog?” He reads slightly biting his lower lip.

“That’s complicated.” He says making my face wrinkle up in confusion.

Seeing the look on my face he sighs.

“I’ll tell you if you really want to know, when I think you're ready.”

I don’t say anything, but I wouldn’t have even if I could make words leave my mouth. What kind of answer was that.

“What do I do for a living?” He reads pulling me from my thoughts.

“Business.”

I don’t get a chance to process that him reading off the next question.

“Why was Sam fighting last night?”

“Me and him fight in a ring to blow off steam and bet on each other to make an easy buck.” He says as if that was a normal thing to go.

“Why did I have a coloring book?”

“The last girl I was with liked coloring.” He says it as if that was a loaded answer.

I open my mouth wanting to ask what he meant by that but once again nothing comes out.

Seeing my struggling Dean hands me the notebook and pen.

It only had three questions left.

When do you want me to leave?

How can I pay you back for helping me?

How old are you?

I don’t know why but I couldn’t think of questions no matter how hard I thought nothing would come to me but now I had some way to communicate something I haven’t done in a while.

Writing out my question I hand the notebook back.

Reading it he sighs and looks up at me.

“I’m just gonna have to explain everything to you huh?” He says making my forehead once again wrinkle up.

“Alright I’ll start on the soft side of things…” He says laying the notebook down next to me.

“Feel free to ask questions.”

I nod picking up the notebook and pen ready to do just that.

“How do I start this without sounding so scary?... The woman I was in a relationship with over a year ago enjoyed coloring. It relaxed her.” He said calmly but he seemed flustered.

“Why would that be scary?” I write out and show him the notebook.

“Also what do you mean by, explain everything?”

“Something tells me I’m going to have to explain the lifestyle I’m into.”

“What lifestyle is that?” I write down.

I watched him take a deep breath, running his hand down his face as if he was nervous.

I bite my lip wanting to reach out and comfort him the way he always did for me but I couldn’t bring myself to do it. Instead I hiss out in pain at biting down on my busted lip.

The sound makes Dean’s head snap up his eyes meeting mine, hope swinging inside of them.

“Did you say something?” He asks, smiling.

I shook my head making his face fall a bit which made me feel bad for letting him down.

“I thought I heard you make a noise.”

I nodded telling him that he was right.

“So you can talk? Sam mentioned something about maybe you didn’t talk because of a physical reason.”

Picking up the notebook I write out my explanation as best as I can understand.

“I can talk, I just can’t make the words come out. I don’t have anything good to say anyways.” I write handing it to him.

He reads it wrinkling his brow as he does.

“Baby girl you can say anything and it will be good. I would be happy just to hear your voice.” He says making me blush and tilt my head down.

“I wanna make sure you know you're safe here. This is your room now you  are free to do whatever you want in it. Talking is hundred percent okay.” I nod hearing his words even believing them but I couldn’t make myself do it.

“Alright no talking for now. How about dinner instead?” He asks, making me look up at him.

He was looking at his phone which for some reason made me sad.

“Sam just got back and he brought us some food.”

I smile and nod telling him I understand.

“Are you ready to go?” He asks standing up and offering his hand to me.

Feeling my cheeks heat up once again I nod taking his hand.

He leads me out of my room and down the hall towards the kitchen. I expect him to drop my hand as soon as we are around Sam but instead he greets his little brother as if everything is normal.

“Hey, how ya feeling today?” Sam asks looking at me as he pulls tacos from the bag.

I shrug and smile as my answer.

“So okay then?” He asks which I nod to.

“Good. Okay is better than bad.” He says smiling, it makes his brown eyes lighten up.

“So I got chicken and beef and hard and crunky I didn’t know what you liked.” Sam says looking over at me.

“Thanks Sammy.” Dean says as he could read my thoughts.

Dean pulls out a chair and gently pulls me toward it as if telling me that was my chair. Smiling at him I blush and sit down. He sits next to me to my right making him closer to Sam.

“You're not picky right?” He asks looking at me to see me nod.

“Thought so.” He says placing two random tacos in front of me.

I look at them wondering how am I going to eat both of them.

“Just eat what you can. Dean will eat your leftovers.” Sam says smiling as he sits down.

I smile back and start to pick at my first taco, as Sam and Dean start talking about things they had to do.

I didn’t really listen to them more focused on finishing a whole taco. I wasn’t used to eating much anymore. I definitely wasn’t used to eating food that was still warm.

I jump when Dean moves his arm to lay on the back of my chair, making his face wrinkle in worry.

“Sorry Kitten.” Dean says softly.

I nod and smile at him knowing he wasn’t trying to hurt me. It was just a reaction.

“Kitten?” Sam says looking at Dean as if that pet name meant someone.

“It just comes out around her. It’s not what you think.” Dean says casually.

I look at him then at Sam wondering what they are talking about. 

“It’s another one of those things I will explain.” He says looking at me.

I nod knowing that's the answer I was going to get for now.

[phoniex742]

Reach to the sky rebbeca story chapter 3 flashback (warning has a bit of " slight sexal mettion and abuse you have been warned )

all she could hear was sobbing she was inside a closet hiding from the monster she cried harshly as the monsters big feet could be heard cracking up the stairs she secretly prayed to the heavens that the monster wouldn't find her she apologized over and over again she didn't mean to miss behave!she whimpered as she heard the door open she covered her mouth afraid that the monster wouldn't find her again she missed her mom the light of the room flickered on as she heard the soft creek of wood of the floor as the monster creaked closer suddenly she felt the light of the room shine on her as the monster growled at her he picked her up and spoke his drunken gruffy voice “bad girl you misbehaved and know daddy has to punish you “ her father dragged her out of the closet as she desperately tried to get back to her hiding spot she screamed as loud as she could but no one would hear her rebbecas gasped as she looked around she was in the bathroom she was safe, she could hear her childish self screaming she desperty took out her headphones and relaxed at the sound of soothing music she started to feel fuzzy before everything went dark.

[meandmybigmouth]

If these were any other organization they would be disbanded and forbidden to operate. But, the holy ghost or what ever other made up deity has given religion a free pass to sexally abuse children and the poor kids parents too unfortunately!

It's been a turbulent few months for the Southern Baptist Convention. The SBC is the largest evangelical institution in America, representing 47,000 churches and about 14 million members. But in May, it was revealed some of its now former executives had ignored hundreds of allegations of sexual abuse in Southern Baptist churches for decades. When SBC members elected a new president in June, they turned to a small-town, Texas pastor named Bart Barber to lead them.

With a Department of Justice investigation into the abuse scandal underway, and midterm elections looming, we weren't sure he would want to sit down and discuss weighty matters of church and state, but he did– and as you're about to hear, Bart Barber has a lot to say about faith, scandal, and the political extremism threatening American democracy.

[rimofwell]

Do you think it's possible to heal from childhood sexal abuse with seeing a professional? I don't know if the memories I have are real/accurate, so I'm terrified of being told I'm lying and am reluctant to restart therapy. I feel like I'm going crazy. This memory popped up after seeing a particular item of clothing. If my memory is real, it was only one incident. Is it possible it's not a big deal, and I can just ignore it?

The context of this message makes me think you meant to say “is it possible to heal from csa without seeing a professional” instead of “with” seeing a professional?

But either way, I’m a 22 year old without any sort of professional training in this area, so I am not at all qualified to answer this question. Honestly, even people who are qualified probably can’t give you a definitive answer. I think it’s really dangerous for people on the internet to use their own experience as “evidence” of something and then tell others to do whatever they did, so I won’t do that. 

What I will say, is that there is never any omnipotent/all-knowing authority on anything. I think that sometimes when you’re in a lot of therapy it can be easy to think of the therapist as having all of the answers, but the reality is that they don’t. They’re people themselves and just because they say something doesn’t mean it’s always true. (Of course they have training and hopefully are doing evidence-based treatment so what they say should be considered more seriously than what some random person who has no experience has to say). But again, no one knows everything and everyone’s experience is different so even if a therapist was to tell you that you were lying that wouldn’t necessarily mean that you are.

I would encourage you to seek whatever help you feel that you need, but also not to doubt your own feelings/beliefs etc. Sorry that I can’t be of more help. Good luck to you in whatever you choose to do