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if you're just joining us, george takei is having to educate jk rowling on holocaust denial

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UPDATE!

Hussam distributed the toys to the kids! He said everyone was so excited for them, that even the older kids got jealous and he bought another hundred toys and extended the ages to receive toys to 3-13.

For those of you who have been following this, my tumblr 'helpgazachildren' was deleted for unknown reasons. In the meantime, I put together this notion site to help document all the receipts and videos of updates for people who want a backlog of information. I will be continuously updating this site.

Please consider donating today. Your donations go directly to people in need with NO middle man in between. No donation amount is too little, or if you're unable to donate please spread the link today!!!

Please also keep an eye out for an update of the situation in the camp via a scheduled post on my tumblr.

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trans + disabled bipoc in need of food

hi, so... once again new year but asking for help because my account is not only in the negatives but i cannot use my credit card to make purchases for a long, long while.

i currently have my amazon cart open and full of bare minimum essentials to tide me over until next wednesday evening

my current goal is at least $130 to try and get everything i've ordered and pay for delivery for tomorrow morning, but i'll take whatever and whittle down as needed if i have to.

please don't tag as anything! thanks so much in advance ;0;

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# Invincible - Platonic Yandere Mark Grayson (PROFILE)

Type of Yandere: Mark as a platonic yandere would be clingy and overprotective over his sibling. You wanted to go hang out with some friends? Fine, but only if he could tag along. You insist he doesn't come? Then expect a pair of eyes watching you at all times. He'll need to know where you're at, what you're doing, and who you're with. If he doesn't approve of your friend(s) then he'll insist you cut them off. And if you don't? Then your friends will be forced to distance themselves from you after a “talk” with your brother.

Love Language: As a brother, Mark's love language would consist of hugs, ruffling of your hair, and quality time spent with each other. Your his favorite person in the whole world, so he'll want to spend as much time with you as possible!

Their Biggest Fear: Much like the other yandere profile I did for Mark his biggest fear when it came to you would be losing you completely. But the difference here would be losing you because of something he did or failed to prevent. He wouldn't go out of his way to harm you but he may set something up (like a traumatic catastrophic event) to prove to you why you need to keep him close by at all times.

Kidnapping: He wouldn't need to. If you were born into the family then there'd be no point in kidnapping. But if this was a found family situation then he would with some help from the other Grayson's no doubt since they’re also obsessed with you. But again much like the other yandere profile I did for Mark, he wouldn't see it as kidnapping. Just something he had to do out of necessity.

How Easy is it to Escape?: Impossible. Platonic yandere Mark would know your whereabouts at all times which means he's keeping tabs on everything. Who you're talking to, your favorite places to go to, and even information on your friends.

Punishment(s): Mark wouldn't be against locking you in your room no matter how old you were. If you were simply misbehaving and speaking out then he'd be the one to take your phone away, and if things continued to escalate then he'd ban you from seeing your friends and basically keep you isolated until you've apologized and learned what you did wrong.

Difference to Other Yanderes: Mark not only has his overpowered abilities but an even stronger father to help keep you in line if his tactics somehow didn't work. Mark is just a piece of the puzzle with the other Grayson's making the entire picture.

Additional Notes: As an older brother, Mark would take on that paternal vibe with how overprotective he'd get. As a younger brother he'd be overbearing (not to say he isn't if he were older just more so). Platonic Yandere Mark wouldn't want to hurt his younger sibling and if he ever did then he'd do everything he can to make up for it.

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Hi I just wanted to ask if I can send in a request for Aemond Targaryen and would you be comfortable with writing the reader as plus!size and do you have any rules for requesting?

Yes yes yes I am always up to write for different body types!! My rules for requesting are no racism, bigotry, or bullying. Please add as much detail as you want I love to hear other people’s story ideas the more detail the better so add as much as you want. Also sorry I missed your first one 😅

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As someone you was also raised by extreme Christian and was heavily slut shamed into to believing this nonsense, not having a healthy outlet for sexual desires is what’s bad for mental health. People like this repress their own desires cause they think it makes them a better and more fulfilled person, but just end up confused and unhappy. So when they see other people being happy and enjoying acknowledging their own personal desires in healthy ways they project their own repressed thoughts/feelings on others and lash out.

If you’re not hurting yourself or others expressing your sexual desires in a way that makes you happy, feel good about yourself, understand yourself, and learning what you like there’s absolutely nothing wrong with enjoying that. This toxic thinking is was turns sexual content/desires into an addictive dark feeling that you feel you need to hide. Wanting to be sexually fulfilled is normal. The only reason you even have the gal to come into someone else’s space and tell them how to feel is cause women understanding this makes you uncomfortable. Cause we all know if this was a man’s page filled pictures of naked women (wether or not the pictures were taken consensually or not) you wouldn’t even think to send that stupid message. She’s doing nothing but expressing herself in healthy ways stay out of her business

So the reason why I write out my fantasies is to avoid premarital sex. That's it. You're thinking too hard into this.

I am a 23 year old virgin, never kissed a guy, never did anything under the sun. Never even SEEN a penis in real life. Never had a boyfriend. Just because I write it, doesn't mean that I enjoy actually seeing it. I hate watching porn and am disgusted by any video form of it. I write down these fantasies to get it out of my system.

I grew up in a super conservative household and developed religious guilt/trauma though it. That's why I write what I write. I write out dark fantasies so that I don't have to feel the guilt of being a woman with sexual desires. I've been slut shamed and called a whore specifically because of my gender.

You don't know me. You don't know how I live my life. For fucks sake don't even try to message me again because I'm sick of it. This is my blog and I deserve at least a small crumb of sexual liberation without being burned at the stake. Let women have their sexual fantasies and stop guilt tripping them because YOU don't want them to.

If you're so against porn why don't you speak out against actors performing sex scenes? or nudity scenes? why message a total stranger who you don't know online?

My mental health is the best that it's been in years because tumblr has been an escape mechanism. At least that's what I thought.

I'm officially getting rid of the anon tonight, if any of you guys wanted to message me now would be the best time.

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It breaks my heart how this site will shout and scream, fighting against homophobia, transphobia, racism and antifeminism but the second the talk is about an Arab, or lbr an Islamic, country going through ANY kind of oppression, unjust war, sanctions, even fucking natural disasters, the silence is deafening.

When the 6th of February earthquake happened, there were only posts about the Turkish side of this disaster, how to help them, how to stand by them. Three Syrian governorates were also hit and lives were also lost and Syrians also needed help and aid, maybe even more than their fellow Turkish because of the fact that the Aleppo area that was affected by the earthquake was already ravaged by war.

And yet, silence.

A few weeks ago, a flood wiped out an entire village in Libya and the dead and missing toll due to it was over 20k.

Silence.

The earthquake in Morocco prior to that.

Silence.

The Syrian civil war, that erupted in 2011, kept on going for long fucking 7 years causing us lives, homes, livelihood and so much fucking more. Then the aftermath of it all, for the last 5 years, that’s kept us not only under a dictatorship that reeks of corruption and oppression but also unjust sanctions that have led to poverty, famine, displacement and so much fucking more.

Silence.

The Palestinians have been suffering under the Israeli occupation, oppression and monstrosity for over 50 years but only now we see everybody’s eager to take a side and have something to say because they finally got a chance to retaliate and Israelis had a microscopic fucking taste of their own venomous medicine.

It’s just sad. How marginalized we are as a nation is sad. How our lives matter so little to the western world. How we’re seen as people in perpetual states of war and poverty and therefore, it’s become the norm that we’re always dying and suffering to the point where i feel the world has been desensitized to it.

As Muslims, as Arabs, as “minorities”, we’re meant to suffer. We’re less than human. We’re uncivilized. We’re underdeveloped. We’re terrorists.

We simply don’t matter.

How cruel, unfair and unkind.

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Yandere DILF! Reaction to You Having a Boyfriend

Warnings: Yandere Behaviour, Obsessive Behaviour, Possessive Behaviour, Age Gap, Suggestive Themes, Stalking, Monitoring, Implied Yandere MILF, Implicit Threats, Implied Blackmail, No Pronouns Used For Reader Except ‘You’.

♡ There is no measure of fury capable of being held or produced by Hell and Earth that can rival that which fires through Dominic’s veins.

♡ At first, he didn’t believe it. Couldn’t believe it. That his (Y/N) would sever his heart from his chest and run it into the ground.

♡ He thinks – knows – that you’re being held against your will. That’s the only reasonable explanation for this…lapse in judgement, as he sees it.

♡ However, when he watches you from his window leaping into your male friend’s arms, being swung in a display of greatest enthusiasm, Dominic knows he’s being delusional. A rare instance of self-awareness.

♡ Initially, he considers this a curse; the fact that your heart lay in the hands of another. But, the longer he stewed over this development, considered any and every point that would grant him vantage, he began to see it as liberation. A cover beneath which he could operate until he struck from the bushes, his viperous intent strengthening.

♡ He is still amidst the throws of fury, but his wrath is not directed towards you. Rather, that juvenile sack of meat and electricity you donated your time to.

♡ Dominic knows that your ‘boyfriend’ will never love you like he does; that you won’t understand how boys are interested in one thing only. Dominic should know; he’d been a young man once. His psychology was his greatest burden and insight.

♡ He starts taking note of your new, adjusted schedule; the days you reserve for your dates – a long-dead excursion in Dominic’s eyes, not having felt any excitement on a ‘date’ aside from his chance encounters with you.

♡ He follows you, sees which restaurants, cinemas, arcades, shopping centres you enter. And, when the moment is right, when he sees the two of you at the pinnacle of happiness, he acts.

♡ In whatever way he can, he breaks up your dates, saying how it’s “Crazy that you’re here, (Y/N) – what a coincidence,”

♡ When you introduce him to your boyfriend, he flashes a smile only he can see is disingenuous. Grabbing your boyfriend’s hand and shaking it with enough force to give the impression that your boyfriend is weak – boneless – compared to Dominic, the former of the two taken off-balance.

♡ “Better watch your step there, Kid,” he says. There’s grit in the road of his voice, but you’re  piloting an aircraft. Your boyfriend is on a bicycle.

♡ “You’re no use to (Y/N) broken,” he jokes. Something flashes behind his eyes. “Or dead.”

♡ He insists that he drop the two of you home. He knows neither of you drove here.

♡ You can’t say no to your favourite neighbour, who lets you sit in the front seat while he makes your tag-along sit in the back like an animal. An outcast.

♡ Anything to make him look weak. Undesirable. The runt of the proverbial litter.

♡ Dominic drops you home. Tells you he’ll be back soon. And, without asking for directions, begins his embarkation to your boyfriend’s home.

♡ Neither say a word to each other. Seemingly aware of their position in each other’s world.

♡ Pulling up outside your third wheel’s house, Dominic leaves him with only a parting phrase.

♡ “Imagine what else I know about you. What little secrets you’ve been keeping.” He serves a frozen stare in the rearview mirror. “If you leave (Y/N) alone, you’ll never have to find out.”

♡ You never saw your boyfriend again after that. Never heard a peep from him over text, never received a call, never even saw him walk down the street.

♡ Of course, you were confused. But more so, you felt uprooted. Forcibly extracted from the life of someone you cared deeply about. Someone who, evidently, didn’t care as much about you.

♡ Eventually, after monitoring you for those first three weeks, those three, long weeks where every inch was laden with shattered glass and stretched on into infinity, Dominic came to you.

♡ Offered you comfort.

♡ He only wished he could have come sooner, but he knew you’d just react with anger. An emotion he couldn’t risk you feeling towards him, even for a second.

♡ And, just as he’d rehearsed a million times, just as he’d lay in bed, sat in his office losing himself to the phantom of your fleeting warmth he’d patchworked together into a blanket from your previous encounters, he came to your door. Knocked. Entered your home. Opened his arms to you.

♡ And the collective euphoria from his every vivid daydream couldn’t compare to the electric joy which made his heart stop. Resuscitated him.

♡ Your head was to his chest before he could encase you in his embrace. He lay his arms upon you, the snake to your Eve, and held you.

♡ “It’s okay, Darling,” he said, his voice low, as if his wife could hear from across the street. Or from the camera she’d implanted into that new vase she’d bought you last week.

♡ You twitched in his arms with every sob. Dominic could feel your tears soaking through his shirt. His now-favourite shirt. One which he’d never wash again.

♡ In his languid daydreams, he’d imagined you thanking him thoroughly for his kindness, his empathy, professing how you’d been so blind to his love before submitting to him entirely.

♡ But, for now, this victory was enough. To have you as close as you’d ever been, your body curled into his chest as he ran a hand through your hair, your warmth leaking into him.

♡ His warmth that he wanted to see leaking out of you.

♡ His lips to your hair, he resisted the tempestuous temptation to take you now. At your most vulnerable, most suggestible. Your most submissive.

♡ To show you that he can please you in ways no mere boy can.

♡ Instead, he took to trying not to inhale your scent, replace one vice with another, to not replenish his memory of you anew.

♡ “I’m here. I’m here.”

♡ His voice is soft, feather-light. It belies all he has done to get to where he is now.

♡ And all he will do to get to where he needs to be.

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I’ve written down some ideas but they’re all separate and I’m not sure how to connect them together and being busy with school doesn’t help. Hopefully that’s a sign that I’ll be out of my funk soon tho 😅

Why do I feel like I'm having writer's block? 😐

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To find those *specific* tags on tumblr, I would recommend searching for the following:

Cnc kidnapping

Cnc manhandling

Cnc kink

Basement wife

Cnc fantasy

Mask kink

Predator and prey kink

Ohhh thank you so much! 💗

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I’ve been blocked for almost a year. Inspiration is a struggle and the creative flow is cruel🥲

Why do I feel like I'm having writer's block? 😐

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Bloodthirsty men have ruined all other men for me 😮‍💨

Imagine...

Pairing: Dark Ramsay Bolton x (female) Stark!Reader

▶ This is a yandere/dark work and it may contain triggering content so please READ THE WARNINGS before. Do not read if minor.

More at Masterlist

WARNINGS: Threats.

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“Now, Jon Snow, how about you be a good brother-in-law and fetch my dear wife for me.” Ramsay says, voice strained as he glares at man.

Jon shakes his head. 

“She’s not returning, Ramsay. If I were you I’d drop your hopes.”

Ramsay’s hands tighten around his sword, his left eye twitching at that as his patient vanishes. 

“Listen to me, bastard, she’s going to come back, willingly or unwillingly, I don’t really care which way. I’ll leave that at her judgment.” he declares, eyes darkening.

“But if she does not return to Winterfell till the end of the day, I promise you that my men will rip apart and slaughter every man, woman and child that is under your protection.”

“And then I’ll personally drag your sister by her hair back to where she belongs. Which is in my bed.”

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Good Maid

Pairing: Dark Ramsay Bolton x (female) Reader

SUMMARY: Your lady’s husband takes an unrequited interest in you. 

▶ This is a yandere/dark work and it may contain triggering content so please READ THE WARNINGS before. Do not read if minor.

More at Masterlist

WARNINGS: Noncon (handjob); Power Abuse.

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Icy eyes.

That’s the first thing you noticed about your Ramsay Bolton.

The happiness of being back in Winterfell is short-lived as you quickly realize that it’s no longer the same blissful environment.

It’s changed.

The familiar walls that once gave you peace now offer you anxiety over what the future holds. The people look grim, bitter expressions molding their faces as if they've lost their hope.

The Bolton House scares you more than anything, their sigil making you hold your breath every time you see it. You always avert your eyes as if it’s a bad omen.

Tension and apprehension float in the air, more so upon meeting the family. 

You stay behind your lady as she reaches closer to them, but you know she too isn’t looking forward to meeting them. But appearances matter so she puts a neutral mask over her mask, maintaining her dignity. 

Lady Bolton is amicable, sweet even. A Frey, you’ve heard. Practically offered, with a heavy dowry of silver coins worth her weight.

But the man and his son inspire fear, despite their poor attempt to make conversation Many stories about them have reached your ears. Passionate fans of violent practices such as flaying.

The thought alone makes you shiver, and it catches the younger man’s attention.

His blue eyes only rested on you for a moment, but it was enough for you to look away in a hurry, switching your gaze to Lady Sansa as she introduced herself to the Bolton family, not daring to look again at the man.

But still, an unsettling itch remained on your skin as you observed the fulfillment of formalities, only relaxing when it’s time to accompany your lady to her chambers, to help her prepare for the ceremony.

You pray to the gods, wishing everything to go well, but something tells you it won't be that easy.

“Such a hard-working maid you got yourself, my dear wife. Northern maids really are unique.”

As the words come out of Ramsay Bolton’s mouth, you and your lady exchange a look, both of you at a loss at words.

You put your head down, hiding behind a curtain of hair, hoping it would be enough to conceal you from the shameless staring coming from your lady’s husband as he comes closer to you.

“I’m afraid my own servants aren’t quite as efficient as you are, young girl. I’m sure my wife won’t mind you giving me a helping hand, won’t she?” his head twists as he directs his words to Sansa.

She looks at him, pink lips parted as she hesitates for a moment.

You want her to refuse.

To demand her husband to go away. To leave you alone.

But a wife can never disrespect her husband in such a way. Much less for an ordinary maid.

You know that. But even so, she attempts.

“My lord, she’s my maid-“

“…and I’m your husband, correct?”

Tension fills the room as the smile slips away from Ramsay’s face, his jaw dangerously ticking.

He slowly walks away to the bed, sitting on its edge. Your eyes drop to his hands, the way they’re bundled in fists.

Servants often speak of the poor treatment many ladies receive at the hands of their husbands and you can only hope your lady doesn’t collect the same destiny.

She’s the closest thing you have to a friend now.

“…and allow me to remind you, my lovely wife, that this is my home. Everything and everyone under this roof belongs to me, yourself included.”

Sansa presses her lips into a thin line, helpless as you are. The sinister grin returns to his face, giving him a deranged appearance.

“Good thing I‘ve cleared out all misunderstandings. Now, you-“ he gestures to you, “Come closer, I don’t bite.”

Your lady takes a step towards the door but her attempt is fruitless. 

“No, you’ll stay here, lady Sansa.” Ramsay barks. “You’ll stay and watch how useful your maid will be. Perhaps learn a thing or two from her.”

She looks at you, fear in her eyes and you force yourself to drop your eyes to the ground, unable to face her. Ramsay snaps his fingers for attention, indicating you to come closer.

“You can start unbuttoning my shirt.”

Your fingers shake ever so lightly as you do so, cold sweat gathering at the back of your neck with the uneasy proximity to your lord.

“Remove it.” He orders as you end the row of buttons. You do as he says, pulling off his shirt. Your legs carry you a step back, but you’re soon stopped, his hand wrapping itself around your wrist, pulling you back.

“…and now the trousers.”

“My lord?”

“You’ve heard it. The trousers.” he repeats.

You swallow, quickly reaching for the buttons on his slacks, undoing them. But once again he grabs your hand.

“I believe you can be more helpful than that.” his heated stare makes you cower. Your eyes steal a glance at your lady, but her head is down, gaze focused on the floor with redness covering her cheeks.

There’s nothing she can do for you.

Your neck snaps with a painful crack as Ramsay pulls your face forward, forcing you to look at him as he pulls you down, pushing you on your knees.

“Your lady isn’t going to save you, silly girl.” he comments, humming with delight. “So perhaps you should help yourself and do as your lord commands you to."

"Or if you’d rather spend a lovely evening with my hounds. They must be quite hungry tonight, haven’t fed them in days.”

His threat is enough to scare you at the memory of the violent beasts he so proudly showed to your lady.

“So? Do you prefer my hound’s company?”

“No, my lord.” You mutter, shaking your head.

 “Good.” he says. “Take it off then.”

He pushes your hand over his unbuttoned pants, and you reluctantly dig your hand inside, wincing upon touching his hard member.  

You do as he says, looking back at Ramsay with a clueless expression.

“Touch it.” he instructs.  

“A hand will suffice for now. I can sense you’re a shy little thing in front of public.” he says, his eyes running over your figure greedily. “I suppose I’ll have to work on that.”

Your hand moves unnaturally, almost as a foreign limb. It doesn’t feel real seeing your hand moving up and down his cock, the steady rhythm gaining a few curses from Ramsay.

His hand finds the back of your neck, gripping it tight. He pushes you closer, burying his face into your hair. His breathing is heavy on your ear as you keep your ministrations.

The air feels thicker, making it hard to breathe as you hold back your tears. It feels like forever before his cock twitches before he finally cums, warm seed spurting onto your hand.

Ramsay presses a wet kiss to your hairline, his face glinting with sweat as he smiles, a sickly satisfied grin.

“Now that’s what I call a good maid.” 

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Hey all I really hate to ask this again but I really need some money to get some groceries. I also was just laid off. I applied for food stamps but for some reason was denied. Whatever you could give would be really appreciated. Much love and thanks for your support. My PayPal is below.

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Please I want a whole series of this!!😭 I dont watch Stranger Things but mmmmmmm mmmm I need so much more therapy cause I want be his to hit 😭😭I absolutely love how quick he switches up when William walks in that poor baby🥺William showing up right before a slap and Billy getting all sweet. I feel like he'd give me non verbal warnings or pinch my thigh under the table when he thinks I'm getting too “friendly”. I love how possessive William is I feel so needed.

Bad Manners

Pairing: Dark Billy Hargrove x (female) Reader

More at Masterlist

SUMMARY: Billy has to teach you a few manners, even if it’s the hard way. 

WARNINGS: Domestic Violence; Slapping; Toxic/Abusive Marriage

AN: This is soo mean. But I had to do it.

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Miserable sobs fill the bedroom as you receive another slap, knees numb from kneeling for so long on the ground as Billy towers over you. 

“Do you think I’m that stupid? That I wouldn’t fucking notice as you tried to get inside the waiter’s pants? Flirting with him right in front of me, you fucking slut!” Billy shouts, rage irradiating from him as his hand connects with your cheek for the seventh time, head whiplashing to the side from the immense force. 

“I-I wasn’t, Billy! This is a misunderstanding, I swear-” you’re readily cut off by another ruthless smack, this one leaving you a bit dizzy. 

“Getting an attitude, huh?”

It was a mistake to be remotely nice to the male waiter of the dinner you went to as Billy is incapable of letting you interact with other people. A meaningless smile and a few nice words were more than enough to spite his intense jealousy towards anyone that not him. 

What was supposed to be a nice family dinner ended up with you crying on the floor of your bedroom, mascara running down your face and cheeks starting to swell while Billy berates at you.

Not the evening you had envisioned for tonight. 

The door cracks an opening and a small boy peers into the room, his eyes curiously scanning the scene. Billy immediately halts his raised hand, giving you a stern look as a warning.

You should’ve been more quiet. 

“Why is mommy crying? Did she get hurt?” your son’s innocent voice breaks your heart and you instantly turn away your face, not wanting him to see your disfigured face. 

Small footsteps are heard as your son tries to get near you, his fingers briefly touching your arm but Billy immediately picks him up, pulling him away.  

“It’s nothing, buddy. Daddy was just teaching mommy some manners, that’s all. She’s been needing them for a while now.” Billy’s voice is much softer as he speaks to your son.

You can’t resist turning your head for a second and it never fails to surprise you how similar Billy and William are.

Father and son, the exact same physical features, apart from the ones inherited from you. But they’re not the same and you promise you won't allow Billy to change your son into the same monster he is, just like his father before him. You'll do better than what Billy's mom did.

“Now how about I tuck you into bed? Mommy still has a few more lessons to go through. Why don't you say goodnight to mommy.” he quickly says to the toddler.

“Night, mommy. And please learn fast.” your son sleepily yawns, eyes already closing.

“There we go then. And Y/N…” Billy pauses and you glance at him, a cold angry expression taking over the sweet expression he had put on for your son, who now has his face safely tucked in Billy’s shoulders.

“...you wait there. We’re not done yet.” 

#pleasse

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hey netizens! i'm not sure how many people are aware, but youtube's been slowly rolling out a new anti-adblock policy that can't be bypassed with the usual software like uBlock Origin and Pi-Hole out of the gate

BUT, if you're a uBlock Origin user (or use an adblocker with a similar cosmetics modifier), you can add these commands in the uBlock dashboard (under My Filters) to get rid of it!

youtube.com##+js(set, yt.config_.openPopupConfig.supportedPopups.adBlockMessageViewModel, false) youtube.com##+js(set, Object.prototype.adBlocksFound, 0) youtube.com##+js(set, ytplayer.config.args.raw_player_response.adPlacements, []) youtube.com##+js(set, Object.prototype.hasAllowedInstreamAd, true)

reblog to help keep the internet less annoying and to tell corporations that try shit like this to go fuck themselves <3

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