Stay Strong. You Are Not Alone.

Not A Dom.

If you only pay attention to your sub when it is convenient for you, you are not a Dom.

If you tire of a submissive, and ghost her, rather than having an honest conversation with her, you are not a Dom.

If you view boundaries, limits, and the word “no” as impediments to your will to push past and degrade, you are not a Dom.

If you make a sub doubt and question themselves to produce an outcome that’s favorable for you, you are not a Dom.

If you think Dominance is all about having a relationship that revolves around you and serving your needs, you are not a Dom.

If you refer to subs as “broken”, or view them as a hassle because they have mental, physical, or emotional challenges, you are not a Dom. 

If you think that your way of being a Dom is the only right way to be a Dom, you are not a Dom. 

If you are having multiple relationships with submissive girls without them all knowing about each other, you are not a Dom. 

If you degrade your partner’s relationships to isolate them so that they don’t get opinions other than yours, you are not a Dom.

If you play or prey on girls who are under the age of 18, you are not a Dom.

JD

Broken heart

Summary: Reader is heartbroken after Hannah gives him an ultimatum: her or the reader.

Warning: Angst, heartbreak etc

You walked through the bunker quietly not wanting to be noticed. You and Castiel had been together up until Hannah had given him an ultimatum. She forced him to choose between the two of you and to your dismay, he had chosen to be with Hannah. After they had left, you had broken down for the first time and the last time in front of both Winchesters who immediately rushed to comfort you. They were furious at Cas and how he hurt you but there wasn’t much they could do about it. All they could do was be there for you when you were ready.

Castiel still came by occasionally but during these times you would leave the room, not wanting to be anywhere near him. As the days turned into weeks and the weeks turned to months you found yourself slowly changing. You no longer cared about taking care of yourself. That wasn’t to say you didn’t bathe or take care of personal hygiene because you did. But you barely ate, barely talked, dark circles appeared under your eyes from where you weren’t getting enough sleep. Your skin was turning pale. You knew the brothers were worried but you didn’t care. You were too hurt and you didn’t want to talk to them. You made your way to the kitchen and thought of making something to eat but you couldn’t muster up the will to care so you left it and went to lay down on the couch.

Your back was to the door so you failed to notice when Castiel walked into the room. The Angel stopped when he noticed you lying on the couch. He wanted to say something but didn’t have the courage to do so. He was a coward and he knew it. He would rather stay silent than face it head on. He waited to see what you would do. He noticed how you would walk out of the room whenever he showed up or point blank ignored his existence, but you didn’t move from the couch. He wondered how you were doing but wasn’t brave enough to talk to you after he hurt you. He stayed there watching you for a few more moments before leaving to go back to Hannah. You never knew he was there.

The next time he appeared in the same room as you, worry and concern began to fill his vessel. You looked worse than the last time he saw you. He could see you had lost weight simply because you didn’t care anymore. Your hair hung lifelessly down your back and your skin was a horrible sickly colour.  Even the colour of your lips were different, he noted. He missed the smile on your face that somehow managed to light up the whole room. As soon as you noticed him you wordlessly jumped down from the kitchen counter where you and the boys were and walked out of the room. As soon as you left, they turned to Cas with angry expressions on their faces. “What, Cas?”

Castiel sighed. “There are Demons hiding out in a warehouse. They need to be destroyed.”

“Can’t you do it yourself?” Dean asked snarkily. He couldn’t help it. You were like a sister to him and now you were hurting all because of him and another Angel. Castiel sighed again. He could…..but he just wanted to see his friends again. He knew he’d hurt them by hurting you. He knew they were angry with him. A pang of sorrow hit him as he thought of the pain he’d caused you. Ever since he’d chosen Hannah, they had been together. He loved her, of course he did…..didn’t he? So then why did it feel so wrong?  Why did he feel like something was missing? He said nothing as they stared at each other. “Fine,” Dean muttered under his breath. “What warehouse? How many Demons?”

“I’m not sure how many. The warehouse by St. James Street.” They nodded and went to pack their weapons. Castiel watched quietly. “What about Y/N? Is she coming?”

They froze. “No. She’s not,” Dean snapped.

“Dean-” Sam started.

Dean rounded on Sam angrily. “No, are you kidding me? No! He dumps her for some useless fucking Angel and NOW he’s acting like he cares about Y/N?”

Hurt filled Castiel’s eyes. Is that what they really thought of him? Is that what you thought? That he didn’t care about you? He could feel his heart breaking at the thought. They were wrong. So wrong. He DID care about you. “Dean-”

Dean pointed a finger at him and gave him a harsh glare. “Don’t,” he warned. “Just don’t bother. You made your choice and personally, I think she’s better off without you.”

His words cut through Castiel’s heart but he tried not to show it. He shot one last pitiful glance in the direction you had gone before they left.

You left your room just as they came back. At first, Dean had protested against Castiel coming back with them but eventually relented. They all stopped in the doorway and held their breathes as you reached out to pick up an apple. “Y/N?” Sam called out tentively. Your head moved to look in his direction but you didn’t say a word. “Are you hungry? I could make you something to eat?” They didn’t hold much hope so they were both stunned and a little excited when you wordlessly sat down at the table, your gaze on him.

Dean grabbed Sam’s arm and leaned in to whisper in his ear. “Dude, she’s actually willing to eat. Make her something and quick before she changes her mind. I’ll keep her talking.” Sam nodded and made his way to the kitchen while Dean sat at the table across from you. Castiel hesitated but shuffled forward. His heart shattered when you stood up to leave but Dean grabbed you before you could. “No. Sit. Ignore him if you have to but stay here. I miss talking to you and Sam’s making you something to eat.”

You said nothing but did as he asked but refused to even look in Castiel’s direction. Now that he had the opportunity, he observed you carefully. Your eyes were dull and sunken, your skin was a sickly colour making you look like you were ill. You had lost weight and it was showing. There was no smile on your face and you stayed silent. Castiel couldn’t remember the last time he’d heard your voice. He wished you would say something - anything, even if it was to tell him to leave but you didn’t. You just ignored him which made him feel worse. He felt guilty for your pain but didn’t know how to get through to you. You refused to talk to him at all. And it hurt. You two had been together before the ultimatum so he could only imagine how you were feeling. He wanted to reach out to you but didn’t dare.

Sam came back with a small plate of spaghetti and placed it in front of you. You slowly began to eat much to their happiness. When you were done, you rose silently and dumped the plate in the sink. You gave Sam a kiss on his cheek as a thank you and left without a single word.

Castiel’s POV

I appeared beside Dean and Sam and waited as they got ready. According to them, we were hunting Demons. Just as we were about to leave, Y/N walked around the corner. I held my breath and waited for her to leave the room once she caught sight of me and was stunned when she didn’t. I watched as she walked straight up to Dean and pointed to the door. Dean’s eyes darkened and he shook his head at her. “No. You’re not coming with us.” Y/N crossed her arms and held her ground. I wanted to say something but knew that wouldn’t end well. “Damn it, Y/N! You’re not well!”

Y/N shrugged but didn’t back down. Sam turned to Dean regretfully. “Dean, we don’t have time for this. We need to go now. She comes.”

Dean growled and stormed out of the room. “Fine.”

My hands clenched at the thought of Y/N hunting while sick. I didn’t want her to get hurt but I knew I didn’t have the right to protest against it. It wasn’t my place anymore. I lost that when I left her. Still, I couldn’t help but try to make amends and help her when I could, even if she no longer wanted it. I opened the car door for her and let her get in. During the ride, I watched her carefully as she stared out of the window. I felt the urge to pull her back into my arms and never let go again but I couldn’t do that to Hannah.

I just wished Y/N would talk to me.

Done x

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Vile pieces of shit. Especially the rapist. All of it is disgusting. All cos some pathetic bitch got jealous.

Jennifer Daugherty went to a friend’s house to sleep, but her friends had other ideas. They tortured her for a day and a half before voting to kill her. Jennifer Daugherty was stabbed to death on February 11, 2010, and her body was later discovered wrapped in Christmas decorations in a garbage can.

The Horrible Death Of Jennifer Daugherty

Jennifer Daugherty was a 30-year-old mentally disabled woman from Mount Pleasant, Pennsylvania, with a brain like that of a small child. She hadn’t ever imagined that what she was taking as an invitation for a sleepover at a friend’s house was going to convert into a two-day-long torture session for her, which would result in her death and her body being dumped in a trash bin.

Who was Jennifer Daugherty?

Jennifer was a very sweet, friendly, and kind merely 30-year-old woman who suffered from a mental disability since her birth, and thus it made her have a personality that of a child. Very trusting and friendly. She believed everyone in the world was good and didn’t even know how to doubt someone’s intentions.

She lived in Mount Pleasant in Pennsylvania with her mother Denise Murphy, stepfather Bobby Murphy. She also had a sister named Joy Burkholder.

According to Jennifer’s mother, she loved to dance and sing and was very easy-going with everybody around her. Thus, she made friends easily.

As per the recollections from her family, Jennifer traveled to Greensburg, which was about 15-km away from her home in Mount Pleasant, by bus for her dental and counseling appointments.

While in Greensburg, she met her new group of friends at a community center. It was at the invitation of these friends, that Jennifer went to Peggy Darlene Miller’s apartment on the 10th of February in 2010. She told her family about her plans for the sleepover, and that the following morning she was going to go to her doctor’s appointment and then return home to Mount Pleasant.

What happened on the day of the incident?

Jennifer’s family recollected that, as per what she had told her family, Jennifer had recently made a new bunch of friends in Greensburg. She seemed happy and trusting of them. She told her family about the sleepover that she had been invited to. On the morning of the incident, Daugherty wrote a small note to her mother which said, “I hope that you will have a good day at work, and I also love you very much. I will talk to you sometime later.”

She left her house in Mount Pleasant with her stepfather, who dropped her at the bus station, where she planned on catching a bus to Greensburg. She had kissed her father’s cheek as goodbye and that was the last time, her family recollects, that they ever saw her again.

The Torture of Jennifer Daugherty

When she arrived at the apartment of Peggy Miller, her other ‘supposed friends’ were also there: Robert Loren Masters Jr, Ricky Smyrnes, Melvin Knight, Amber Meidinger, and Angela Marinucci.

As the investigation reports revealed later, Angela Marinucci was an old acquaintance of Jennifer. She had known Angela for years, and the duo often spoke on calls and exchanged text messages.

But upon her arrival at the apartment, things were not the way Jennifer had hoped for. For over a day and a half, Jennifer was subjected to horrific and violent beatings with a towel rail, a crutch, and a vacuum cleaner hose. The group of people ignored her continuous questions about why they were doing this to her. They continued to torture her in turns.

According to the account of Amber Meldinger, the group snatched her purse and stole her money and phone. Her head was shaved by the group, her face painted with nail polish. She was repeatedly hit on the head with lemonade bottles, while she was forced to drink a concoction of dangerous fluids, urine, detergent, cooking oil, crushed medicines, nail polish, and spices. Jennifer begged them to stop as her eyes were burning, but her pleas went unheard.

Amber Meidinger later testified that Daugherty was made to strip naked and forcibly hidden in an attic in the bedroom of the same apartment. She also let the authorities know that she saw Melvin Knight raping Jennifer on the floor, while she was gagged by a sock in her mouth.

The Murder of Jennifer Daugherty

After this was continued for a day and a half, the group grew bored with the repetitive torture and held a “family meeting” to decide about what to do with Daugherty. They voted on the decision to kill Jennifer. Meidinger said that both Ricky Smyrnes and Melvin Knight tied her up with Christmas lights. Melvin Knight then stuck Jennifer in the chest and her side with a steak knife brutally. When they found that she was still alive, they continued the attack and choked her by pulling on the Christmas lights tied around her neck.

Jennifer daugherty's killers

Meindinger continued that Ricky Smyrnes made Daugherty write a suicide note that was put in her back pocket, and her wrists were slashed to make it look like a suicide note.

How was Daugherty’s body discovered?

The group of friends and Jenifer’s murderers decided to dump her brutalized body in a trash can on the parking lot of a nearby school called Greensburg Salem Middle School. It was on February 11th, 2010, that a truck driver noticed a Christmas tree in the trash can and discovered Jennifer’s body wrapped up to look like a Christmas tree.

Daugherty’s dead body was found in a very dire state, with her face full of nail polish paint, her head shaved and her wrist slashed.

Why did the group of charged criminals torture Jennifer Daugherty?

When the authorities questioned the group of abusers about their reasons for torturing and murdering Jennifer, it was later revealed that Angela Marinucci had overheard her boyfriend Smyrnes talking on her the phone with Jennifer, and she grew jealous, and it was from there that the plan for her torture and murder began.

Where are the abusers now?

After the trial of Jennifer’s abusers was completed, it resulted in Angela Marinucci being given a life sentence even after her having committed first-degree murder because she was 17 at the time of the incident.

Ricky Smyrnes and Melvin Knight were sentenced to death. Peggy Darlene Miller was given imprisonment of 35-74 years, and Amber Meidinger a 40 to 80 years in prison for third-degree murder.

Robert Masters was sentenced to 30-70 years in prison for third-degree murder, kidnapping, and conspiracy of murder. As per the records, Joy Burkholder, Daugherty’s sister, was heard to say after the sentencing, “My biggest regret was forcing Jennifer to act as an adult, I would go back and do many things differently.”

I find it fascinating that people who choose not to have children are generally assumed to feel really strongly about not having children (or even to feel really strongly against children, anyone’s children, in general). I am probably not going to have children, not because I REALLY REALLY HATE the idea of having children, but because I don’t really really love it. Out of all the major decisions I will make in my life, this one is the only irreversible one. I can sell a house, quit a job, divorce a spouse, whatever. I cannot unhave a child. I cannot opt out of being a parent once I become a parent. I can’t even take a step back for the sake of self-care or whatever, or else my child will suffer.

So for me, having children is fuck yes or not at all. The default will be to remain childfree. Having children should be an opt-in decision, not an opt-out one. Until/unless I develop really strong feelings about wanting to have children, I won’t have them, even if that means I never end up having them at all.

Source: fanpop.com

Police are worse than fucking useless.

18 little kids and 3 adults are DEAD because of these worthless fucks. DIRECTLY BECAUSE of their refusal to act.

THEY LITERALLY MADE THIS SITUATION WORSE AND THEN DARE TO DEMAND RECOGNITION FOR THEIR "BRAVERY."

it is also worth noting that this will be used to cover up the inaction on the cost of living crisis. expect a bunch of "uk coming together to mourn the queen" bullshit soon when families are choosing between heating their homes and feeding their kids