I Haven't.

This statement is brilliant, cogent, concise and 100% accurate. And yet, millions of Americans will again vote for him for President. That fact is beyond sad.

Don’t know if this is common but:

Was sitting at a bar with a band. It was noisy and crowded. Some girl comes up next to where I was sitting and tells the bartender, “Excuse me, but I just saw that guy (customer) right there put something in that girl’s drink.” I didn’t see the guy she pointed to. Bartender turns around and said something, I suspect a code word to somebody, and BAM. Immediately all the lights go on, the manager steps on stage, stops the band, and makes the following announcement:

“Attention: We have a report that someone in this room possibly drugged a young lady’s drink. We request that all women here immediately put down your drink and don’t take another sip. We will replace your drink for free. If you are that young lady, we will notify you when you come to the bar. If anyone is feeling sick or weak, please let us know.”

Wow. Lights stayed on. Band remained off. For a long time, maybe an hour. Cheers from the crowd and nobody complained. Don’t know what the guy did because I didn’t know which guy it was.

That place rocks.

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.”

Men, take fucking note of this. You blame girls for getting pregnant when ur just as, if not MORE responsible for it. So if you don't want responsibility then pull the fuck out!

Yepp.

Reblog if you’re not Tumblr famous, and you post the stuff because you like it, and you follow people because you actually like their blog.

No excuse to cheat

Warnings: Slight angst, slight hurt/comfort, cheating boyfriend, arguing, break-up.

“You're an asshole!" You screamed at him. You were furious. You had just found out your boyfriend had cheated on you and now he was trying to give you weak excuses as if it made things okay.”

"Y/N, please. I'm sorry." He said.

You scoffed bitterly. "Oh, your sorry? So that makes everything okay, does it? No! It doesn't. You being sorry doesn't change the fact that you did it in the first place. In fact, I doubt your even sorry at all. Your just sorry you got caught. You know what? I'm sorry. I'm sorry I ever thought you were worth my attention in the first place."

"Y/N, I still love you. We can still be together," he pleaded desperately.

"Why....would I want a cheating scumbag like you? I think I'll pass thanks," you sneered in disgust. In all the anger and shouting, you hadn't noticed Castiel in the doorway, watching the scene intently. The Angel had heard you shouting and went to investigate. His eyes narrowed in anger at your boyfriend - or should you say ex boyfriend. There was no way in hell you were gonna take him back. Your boyfriend attempted to grab your wrist but you pulled away. "Ya know what the sad part is? I actually loved and trusted you and this is how you repay me?! By going behind my back and shagging some bimbo slut that probably couldn't find her way round anything even if she tried. No. I'm done with you." You turned to walk away but he grabbed you.

"Please, we can work this out."

"Why would I want to?" You snapped. "You betrayed me! You broke my trust and anything I held for you. It's men like you that cause the most pain to women. You claim to love em but at the end of the day, men like you seem to forget one thing. Cheating isn't an accident or a mistake. You don't slip and fall into another girl's fucking vagina! Getting the wrong thing from the shops is a mistake. Cheating is a choice, it's intentional. There is no if's or but's. You knew exactly what you were doing and how I'd feel if I found out and yet you did it anyway. If you loved someone then there's no way in hell you'd ever cheat on that person. Ever! Love is true and pure, it's being loyal, truthful and faithful. That's what love is. How the hell can you stand there and tell me you love me? Loving someone is how I loved you. I never once thought or ever considered doing to you what you've done to me. I don't need your fucking excuses! It's no excuse to cheat. Just get the hell out and stay the fuck away from me. We're done and I want nothing to do with you. Ever!"

This was the moment Castiel chose to reveal himself. He stepped forward, catching your attention. Your eyes widened. "Cas?"

Your boyfriend's eyes narrowed as he took in your expression then turned to look at the Angel. Castiel stopped beside you, his eyes soft and caring. Something your boyfriend didn't like. "Look, it was only for a few months, okay? It was just a bit of fun. Let's just go home."

Your jaw dropped. Was he serious? Not only did he cheat but he just expected you to forgive him and let it go like it was nothing and play happy families again. Well he can think again. "I'm not going anywhere with you. We don't have a home. That disappeared when you did what you did. You threw it all away for some trashy bitch. Now you can deal with the consequences. I meant what I said. We're done."

"I wouldn't be throwing anything away if you'd just get your ass home." He snapped. You lunged at him but Castiel held you back. You were fuming. How dare this bastard act as if he'd done nothing wrong! Although you didn't know it, Castiel was also furious. Furious at how your boyfriend was treating you. He was supposed to love and care for you but he wasn't. And he wasn't even remorseful about it. "Are you coming or not?" He asked impatiently.

"No, I'm not!" You snarled.

"Ya know, I wouldn't have had to cheat if you had just put out and given me what I wanted. It's your fault really," he stated, rolling his eyes.

That was it. You gave Castiel a dark look and he immediately let you go. Before your boyfriend could react, you were on him in seconds. The first punch broke his nose. The second hit landed on his eye. He would be sporting a black eye later but you didn't care. When he was unconscious and you were satisfied, you got up, breathing heavily. "Go to hell."

You walked away, leaving him on the floor. Castiel followed closely behind you. When you were far away enough, you broke down in tears. You fell into his arms when you felt his arms wrap around your waist from behind. "I'm sorry, Y/N. You didn't deserve that. I promise you'll find someone who will be loyal to you as you are to others and he'll look after you like you deserve," he vowed.

You shook your head sadly. "How would you know?"

"Because I already love you and I promise you I'll never hurt you. I'll wait a thousand years for you."

"I don't think you'll have to wait long."

All about us

Summary: You and Cas share a night together only for him to tell you it was a mistake the next day but the damage is already done. You are now pregnant and alone so you do what you think is the best thing and leave. Will you be able to raise a child single handedly? How will you react when Cas accidentally finds you again?

You lay on your bed, tears splashing down your cheeks. It had been a few weeks since that night with Castiel and since then you'd discovered two things. 1. Castiel was ignoring you and 2. You were pregnant. If you'd known how much pain he'd cause you, you never would have spent the night with him. It had been the best night ever for you. Castiel had been nothing but passionate and attentive to you the whole time which only made you love him more. But the next day, he'd been distant and cold, telling you it had been nothing more than a mistake, leaving you in tears as he left without a word.

Your heart shattered further when he made a point to ignore you whenever you were in the same room together. It broke your heart and brought forth questions from the boys that you didn't want to answer. But now you had no choice. You were pregnant with his child and there was nothing you could do about it. So now you had your face buried in your lap as you wept. Your hormones were out of control, you were sick almost every day and you were either tearful all the time or snappy. A knock on your door startled you and you looked up. You quickly wiped your face and opened it.

Big mistake. It was Castiel.

Pain turned to anger and you couldn't help but glare at him. You could see the surprise in his eyes at the sight of you and you guessed you looked a right mess but you didn't care. It was his fault and yet you were having to deal with it all alone. "What?" You snarled.

Castiel blinked at you. "Dean told me to get you," he replied stiffly. "They have a hunt."

You rolled your eyes at him. The boys didn't know you were pregnant since you hadn't told anyone. You'd seen first hand how Castiel was reacting towards you so how badly would he react to the baby? Would he make you get an abortion? Probably, since relationships between humans and Angels were forbidden for exactly this reason. They were considered abominations to be killed - probably along with the mother. No, you weren't going to tell him. But since you were pregnant, that meant you couldn't just go out risking your life anymore. No more hunts, no more risking your life, no more near deaths. "Well, you can tell him I'm not going," you snapped and moved to slam the door on his face but Castiel was faster.

"What's wrong with you?"

"None of your fucking business!" I growled. As far as I was concerned I owed him nothing. "Now move!"

His eyes narrowed and it looked like he wanted to say something but instead he closed his mouth and walked away.

It was almost two months into the pregnancy when I realized I had to leave the bunker and the Winchesters. God knows what would happen to me when Castiel or the Angels found out. The bunker was protected but I couldn't stay in here forever. Sooner or later I would have to leave and that's when they'd most likely attack. I hated to admit it but Sam and Dean were supernatural magnets. They both attracted all sorts of creatures - mostly evil ones in their case and I couldn't take that risk. It wasn't just about me now, I also had to think of my baby. My baby that was growing inside of me. The thought of motherhood scared me especially since I was now a single mother soon to raise a child on her own. I doubted Castiel would help me. Not with how he'd been treating me anyway. It was there and then that I decided.

I would leave that night.

I want to write for Clark Kent (Henry Cavill) and possibly Walter Marshall, August Walker and Sherlock Holmes too. If anyone has any ideas they want to share then feel free to do so. Need more inspiration.

For me, he technically IS real. His character is played by an actor.

It’s like a full-blown addiction, but instead of drugs or booze, it’s this fictional guy who’s got her wrapped around his finger. She knows it’s fucked up—knows she’s out here daydreaming about someone who’s not even real—but who cares? This guy? He’s everything. He’s charming in the worst ways, flawed in every possible sense, but there’s just something about him that has her hooked. He doesn’t even know she exists, but she’s ready to fight anyone who says a word against him. Seriously, she’ll defend his honor like it’s a fucking life-or-death mission.

He’s a goddamn trainwreck, but he’s her trainwreck. She’ll put up with all his baggage, his emotional scars, his dark sides, because somehow, that brokenness makes him feel more real to her than any real guy could. He’s messed up, but she’ll fix him in her head every single time. Maybe it’s that thrill of knowing he’s dangerous and untouchable that makes him even more irresistible. He might break her heart in a hundred ways, but it’s the kind of heartbreak that makes her feel alive, even if it hurts like hell.

And it’s never gonna happen, right? She knows that. He’s not gonna waltz into her life and sweep her off her feet. But it doesn’t matter. Because she gets to have him on her terms—no messy reality, no awkward first dates, no risking her heart for real. He’s always there when she needs him, in that perfect little bubble of fantasy she’s built for herself. And maybe she’s a little crazy for it, but at least with him, she’s never disappointed. Every time she replays his scenes, reads the fanfics, imagines their future together—it's like a high she can never quite shake. She knows it's all just a mindfuck, but she’s never felt more alive.